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ToedeleTookie!
Het was even voor negenen in Nederland, toen ik in het studiehuis zat af te tellen met Jurjan, Tijmen en Walter. Tookie ging dood. Ik kende hem ook niet. Maargoed, iemand gaat dood, en dan tel je natuurlijk af, zo doe je dat. 00.00 in L.A. en dan zou het met hem afgelopen zijn. Maar nee. Hij was nog lang niet dood, want volgens een ooggetuigenverslag was Tookie tot de laatste minuut één brute negert!He prayed as he was being lashed to the cross-shaped gurney, lips moving rapidly several minutes at a time. At one point, a tear rolled down his cheek. Just before the poisons began pumping into his veins at 12:18 a.m., Williams struggled mightily against the straps holding down his shoulders, arms and chest to raise his head and stare, hard, at the press corps on the western wall of the witness room for six long seconds. He'd done the same thing earlier to gaze at other parts of the room.
Finally, as a woman prison guard read off the warrant proclaiming that prisoner number C29300 had been sentenced to die and "the execution shall now proceed," Williams forced his head up one last time to stare into the eyes of the five friends he asked to be present -- and he kept it raised until he passed out 1-1/2 minutes later from the first salvo of chemicals, sodium pentothal to put him to sleep. [...] Williams's chest heaved several times as he lay with his eyes closed, but somewhere in the 15 minutes from 12:20 a.m. to 12:35 a.m. the executioners filled his veins with pancuronium bromide to stop his breathing, and then potassium chloride to stop his heart.
Finally, someone behind the walls called out, "He's flatlined," and it was over.
Met die naalden inbrengen duurde het dus nog even, want die dude was vroeger (en kennelijk nu nog) behoorlijk gespierd. En zo eindigde het leven van Tookie... met dank aan uw Terminator...
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