What do you do with the mad that you feel? It’s a mantra that good old Mister Rogers created. It’s one that I use and share with my three year old son as he is growing up in a world he can’t yet control. He gets angry and frustrated and embarrassed. What do you do with those emotions? I have him cry it out, or talk it out, or hug it out. Whatever it takes, I want him to know that it’s okay to have feelings as long as you know what to do with them.
What happens when you grow up?
Hopefully, by the time we reach adulthood, we’ve developed a sense of right and wrong. We developed a certain level of self-control. And we learn what kind of world we want to live and what kind of world we want our children to live in. But what happens when we have feelings as adults and we don’t know what to do with them? For me, I write about them.
And this is the post I didn’t want to write.
This is who I am: opinionated, talkative, sometimes hot-tempered, extremely compassionate. When I became a mother, those qualities were only enhanced, especially when it comes to compassion. Every story on the news involving a child suddenly became personal. That could be me, as the mother. That could be my child suffering.
I remember when my son was two months old. I saw a couple on the news that was cradling their two month old as he was preparing for yet another heart surgery. He was wearing the same onesie as my son. That’s when I realized that the heartache and heart break that every parent feels is shared by all parents. And this is why I am hurting so bad today.
The news story started on July 16th. A story titled, “Johnston County man accused of torturing 4-year-old.” It’s not the first child abuse case I’ve read about in this area and it certainly won’t be the last. I try to look away from these stories whether it’s online or in the local paper. Yet I feel compelled to read. I feel compelled especially when I see the word torture.
This story is not for the faint of heart. But I encourage you not to look away.
The accused
This man, Johnathan Douglas Richardson, was arrested on felony child abuse charges. The victim was a 4 year old little girl that he was watching while her mother was in New Mexico for her annual Army Reserves training. He was staying with the little girl in a barn behind his grandparents’ house. He was sleeping with the girl on an air mattress in a barn that had no electricity and no running water – conditions that are considered abusive to me in the first place.
While the little girl was in his care, he took her to the local hospital claiming she was injured from falling off of a bed. It didn’t take long for authorities to intervene and uncover what Johnston County Sheriff Steve Bizzell calls “one of the worst cases of torture of a child that we have ever investigated – cuts, lacerations, signs of sexual assault, bite marks, head trauma.”
The abuse was so bad that the little girl had to be airlifted to another hospital for treatment. She remained in critical condition for several days. And for several days, our imaginations were left to wonder.
Why was this man watching a 4 year old little girl?
Why were they living in a barn?
Why would any mother allow her child to remain with a man with a criminal record?
Where is her father?
What exactly happened?
Here is what we learned through the local media. Richardson was the boyfriend of the little girl’s mother. The mother was living with her child and her boyfriend in the barn/apartment. The mother left her daughter in the care of her boyfriend while she went to New Mexico for several weeks to train for the Army Reserves. The little girl’s father is currently in jail on charges of felony drug trafficking.
Don’t look away yet. It’s going to get worse.
While we don’t know exactly what happened, we know what the police have found at the scene of the crime: a shotgun, a knife, a condom wrapper, an extension cord, a guitar string, a rifle, a camera, duct tape, drug paraphernalia, and a “green leafy substance.” I don’t need to know what went on. It’s obvious what the intent was. I feel sick in my stomach every time I think about it.
What does Richardson say about it? Not much. He has expressed no remorse and simply stated that he “lost it” when the little girl urinated and defecated in the bed. His defense? He’s bipolar. Little things set him off. So he beat her with an extension cord.
Teghan Allyssa Skiba died Monday night as a result of her injuries. In a way, I’m glad her suffering is over. I’m glad she will never have to live with the physical and emotional scars of the horrific events that occurred to her over days and days. I am glad she will never have to face her mother and ask her why she couldn’t protect her or take better care of her. And I can only hope that her death will help to bring about the end of a worthless human life, Johnathan Richardson.
Yes, I want Johnathan Richardson to die. I want him to suffer. I want to spend an hour in a room with him and let the vile feelings of rage and disgust I have within me come out. I want to make him cry and beg and plead. I want to hear remorse from him and have it fall on deaf ears. I want him to die a horrible death and I want his existence to be forgotten.
What about forgiveness? What about my compassionate heart? I have no compassion for people who commit crimes like these. And as for forgiveness? It’s not mine to give. Nor is it her mother’s or father’s or anyone else’s. It is Teghan’s. She is the victim. An extremely innocent one.
I believe in justice. I believe our legal system will prosecute him to the fullest extent. I just don’t know if the fullest extent will satisfy me. I am tired of hearing about Teghan Skiba. I’m tired of hearing about Shaniya Davis. I’m tired of hearing about Precious Whitfield. I am tired of the evil, disgusting, vile people in this world. I’m tired of the parents who do nothing to protect the life they brought into this world. I’m tired of parents making poor choices to satisfy their own needs for drugs, sex, companionship. I’m tired of these choices costing innocent children their lives.
The world is not fair.

















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