All of Kansas City has been a buzz of conversation about Jovan Belcher, the Chiefs linebacker who shot is girlfriend multiple times (with his mother and infant daughter in the house), killing her, then committed suicide in front of his coaches at Arrowhead.
People love to focus on how tragic it is a famous person offed himself. What a great football player he was. What a great teammate he was. How dedicated he was to his job.
He may have BEEN all of those things, but if we distill his contributions to this planet, the only ones that will last will be that he murdered a woman in cold blood and left his daughter an orphan. A raging, cowardly monster with a gun.
There is no excuse for what he did. Everybody has problems. Everybody gets mad. Everybody gets depressed. Bad stuff happens to everyone. It’s the human condition. But 99.99999% of us don’t kill as a result. This wasn’t self defense. She didn’t “have it coming.” She probably wasn’t perfect, either. She probably did things he didn’t like, and she probably fought with him. Who. Cares.
He had money, fame, a family. He threw it down the disposal and took innocent people with him – first Kassandra Perkins, then all of the family, friend, coaches, and teammates he left behind.
He wasn’t depressed as far as anyone knows.
He lost his temper, committed murder, freaked out and decided suicide was better than spending his life in jail.
Rest in peace, Kassandra Perkins. Hopefully her family and the people who had to witness his suicide will find some peace, too.