Witnessing Execution a Matter of Duty, Choice
By Candace Rondeaux
Washington Post Staff Writer
Sunday, December 10, 2006; Page A01
They couldn't take their eyes off the electric chair. They took it in piece by piece as they filed into the witness room: The leather restraints on the giant oak armrests. A long electrical cord coiling from the bottom across the slate gray death chamber floor.
The candle shop owner grabbed one of the white plastic lawn chairs in front of the plate glass window that would soon separate the living from the dead. Next to her, the social worker nervously smoothed her hair as she took a seat with a direct view of the chair. The investigator climbed the wood risers and took a seat behind them.
The clock's second hand swept over the 12. It was 9 p.m. -- time for the execution to begin.
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http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/12/09/AR2006120900923.html The one that gets me is the "social worker." She reminds me of
http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2006-11-30-florida_x.htm">this nurse.