I was the only father Hannah ever knew. I remember when she used to come up with every excuse in the book. She was about 10 or 11 when it all began and, God knows, how hard she tried to gey away with murder. Her mother and I were much too quick, despite the fact that she never believed it. When children are around 13 years of age, they suddenly turn 30. Not all children, mind you, but Hannah sure felt that way. Some children are so confident at this stage of life, in spite of hormonal imbalances, they think they are unmatched in the smarts department. Perhaps it is nature’s way of attempting to create a balance. In any event, it seems to be around this time that they begin to hone their manipulative skills and think they are way superior to their parents. They rebel and lose interest in cleaning their rooms and stop helping with the chores. We call them lazy. To make matters worse, they become obsessed with learning more about the opposite sex. It is a natural rite of passage and most children outgrow it by their late teens. Some, much later. Casey never did and because of her complex feelings of superior intellect combined with inferior power and confidence, she resented her mother and hated her father all of her teen and adult life. She overcompensated and never came back down to earth. “Mom and Dad are so stupid,” she’s thought for so long now. “I should be in charge.”
Casey’s goose began cooking years ago
Dissecting Casey’s youth is difficult. None of us were there to witness the treatment she got from her parents, but looking from the outside in, what seems to unfold are a whiny, demanding mother who Casey readily outsmarted, and a father bombarded by inner conflicts with moral correctness and the wont of punishment for her lack of respect, especially towards her mother. Oh, how many times he wanted to slap her hard across that foul mouth that also spewed despicable lie after despicable lie. Sometimes, he felt worthless and powerless to stand up to this little wench, watching and waiting to pounce if not for the wall of protection Cindy built around her. Out of frustration, he gave up and looked the other way. Cindy was never any help, but oh, how he loved her so.
George Anthony told law enforcement that the last time he saw Caylee was on June 16, when Casey put her in the Pontiac and drove off. That was the day she made a lot of cell phone calls to family and friends that no one seemed to want to answer and it was the day police think something happened to Caylee. No one saw her after that fateful Monday. Except Zani. Later that night, Casey went to see her boyfriend who, when later interviewed, told police she acted as if nothing was wrong. From forensic reports, it was determined that the body was in the trunk for 2 days. Of course, the defense will adamantly disagree, but plant and bug specialists brought to the scene of where Caylee was found have determined the date she was placed in the woods to be June 18, from those analyses. I contend the body was stuffed into the laundry bag and placed in the vehicle until Casey found fluid leakage in the trunk. It was then that she put the cloth bag into the plastic garbage bag and decided it was time to get rid of the goods.
Why Casey would stash the trash bag coffin of her daughter in the same woods where she used to play as a child somewhat eludes me. Sure, I understand the “nearby” angle, so Caylee is never too far, as she may have inferred in cryptic messages, but all it proves is her own stupidity and laziness. She was too lazy to drive it somewhere else, she was too lazy to dig a hole after she borrowed a neighbor’s shovel, and she was too stupid to realize that little Caylee would eventually be found in such a convenient location. Had she dug a hole in those woods like she may have begun to do in her own back yard, Caylee might never have been found. (Maybe, she was smart enough to figure that the back yard is the first place the police would look.) In an odd twist, the cruel method of taking her daughter’s life was nearly matched by her complete lack of thought and concern that other children would one day play in there and find her little skeleton. She didn’t care because she was too lazy to walk even a few feet into those woods, so she just gave the bag a heave. See ya, you little bitch. Good riddance. Time to party!
Out to party she went with her friends, but were they really friends? No. By the looks of the photographs found on her computer and elsewhere, none of those people thought of her as anything more than just another dumb party girl willing to do just about any dumb thing to maintain her dumb party girl image. She seemed to enjoy the reputation of a girl willing to allow others to party with her body, too. For party favors, of course. (To set the record straight, I am basing this on evidence of public record, not on anything I personally know about or from any inside information, but even her father said he didn’t want to describe some of the disgusting photographs found on her computer.) What prompts a girl to be that way? By the sound of things, it wasn’t because she never got attention as a child. Though not wealthy, her parents fed and clothed her. They sent her to school and it was her decision to quit. No, I think it was of her own accord because she wanted to escape a world she thought was mediocre. She wanted to live the flamboyant lifestyle with lots of socializing and boyfriend after boyfriend who would spoil her silly. She lived in a fantasy world where she held a good job at Universal, home of glamorous movie stars. They all knew her there. But, they didn’t. This almost sounds like a psychopath. Psychopaths tend to be low in self-esteem and social cognition. When her party friends take the stand at her trial, they will probably describe her as whimsical, self-centered and always wanting to be the center of attention. Look at me! Whee! Psychopaths sometimes have a violent side. They have a terrible time keeping a job and stink in long term relationships, including friendships. They are shallow. They are impulsive, and that may lead to why she killed Caylee. Something finally ticked her off, but it was a festering anger and lack of conscience that may have triggered her into doing it. She had finally had enough. The foundation was set soon after Caylee was born, when she was no longer the star she had to be. It was now Caylee, and her fantasy world was crumbling away as reality tried to force itself in. No way. Something’s got to give and it wasn’t going to be her. Everything was now conceivable, even murder.
A premeditated crime is one that is plotted out beforehand. Things are set in motion so when it’s time to do the crime, everything runs smoothly. After Caylee’s body was found, several search warrants were issued to look for evidence in the Anthony home. Police told the press that plenty of items were taken that strongly incriminated Casey, evidence that could have come from no where else. Caylee was found inside a plastic garbage bag, the kind you use in your home. Inside that bag was duct tape and some of that tape was covering Caylee’s mouth. I don’t know if her hands and feet were bound or not, or whether it sealed the bag, but that’s not the most important thing to prove premeditation. All it proves is hatred for the deceased and hatred usually means that the victim and murderer were a lot closer in life than mere strangers. What may prove premeditation are the search terms on her computer and whether Casey walked out of that house with duct tape, most likely planted in the trunk, prior to taking Caylee that fateful and final time. Prior. What a chilling word it becomes in this case and it may be a key piece of evidence proving premeditation.
There is speculation about the duct tape. Word leaked that Casey borrowed some from her party friend, Amy, to hold up the sheet she wore at a naked party with her and some of her other naked party friends. Wherever the tape came from is not of importance if the tape holds evidence, such as Casey’s DNA and/or fingerprints. Where there may be a problem with premeditation, and an avenue the defense will not want to travel down, is how Casey never did quite think things through properly. OK, she planned how to kill her, but it may have been something that made her snap in the end. Planning something doesn’t necessarily prove premeditation because we all plan things on impulse and never follow through. What is the piece of the puzzle that doesn’t fit is that she stopped at the killing level. After that, she didn’t have a clue what to do next, so she haphazardly plotted how to deal with the mess she created and never let on what she had done. She did a lousy job of cleaning up that mess, too, as the police will prove by the abundance of evidence against her.
The goose is cooked
Whether premeditated or not, which I believe it was, Casey acted like nothing happened the entire month before her mother called 911 to report her grandchild missing. The state will prove to the court just what her state of mind was from the middle of June leading up to her arrest through key testimony from friends, relatives and mainly, by her own actions. She did not act like a mother in distress. She did nothing out of desparation to find her daughter, instead, partying night after night. She lied to her parents and brother about Caylee’s whereabouts. She lied at every turn to law enforcement officials, trying to confuse them at every turn. She has never shown an ounce of remorse. There are no pictures of Caylee in her jail cell and the only time she burst into tears was when Caylee’s body was discovered. They were tears of fear. Fear that her hiding place was no longer a secret and afraid that more evidence would be found and an odd fear that the party was over. Premeditaion or not, at the end of her trial, when the jury walks back into the court room, her goose will be cooked. The state will say “well done!” and the judge will sentence her. Good bye and good riddance. She will become a footnote in history; another murderer who deserved her just dessert – to eat candy for the rest of her life in the confines of prison and to party no more.
In the end, it was freedom from responsibility that Casey wanted. No work, all play, and Caylee’s death was her way of returning to the carefree days of her childhood. She never wanted to grow up and this was her chance to punish her parents for taking it away from her for denying an abortion. I don’t want her and you can’t have her. Free at last! Soon, the only freedom she will ever have again is the freedom to reminisce about her past, to dream about what might have been and to think about why she didn’t get away with it. After all, she’s still way smarter than her parents. Right?