I wouldn't want to be a journalist. Columnist, I could handle. In fact, if any one of you happens to have a high paying column gig at a major newspaper you needed filled, I'm your man. Hell, I'll even take a low profile newspaper too, just as long as it's high paying. I'm not picky. But journalist just seems like a crappy job to me, especially when trying to find the right words to describe things.
But I laughed when I read this:
The former Symbionese Liberation Army fugitive who hid for years by posing as an ordinary housewife has been released from prison after serving time for trying to bomb police cars, corrections officials said Thursday.
Uh, she was on the lam for twenty-four years. and was married for twenty of those years and had three kids. That's not "posing" as an ordinary housewife. That's being a housewife; and from what I read, a fairly good one. After she fled California, she changed her name and started a new life. As this article mentions, she was active in her community, had lots of friends, threw big dinner parties, and had her picture in the paper repeatedly. She wasn't just hiding. She had moved on.
I suppose it sounds more exciting to think she was just posing as a housewife, but the reality is that people can do good things and bad things, and even people who plot to bomb cops can go on to be housewives and mothers. And when I put it like that, I realize that this isn't just about poor word choice. This is about forgiveness and redemption. I've never liked our prison system, as it's still too focused on vengeance and punishment. And while I definitely think it's necessary to punish people, it'd be a lot better if we could focus on fixing them. And in the case of Sara Jane Olson, it looks like she fixed herself.