As most of you know Jade is my wife. She’s an amazing woman. I keep trying to get her to join the family business of crime blogging. She would be the best crime blogger out there if she was interested. But today we’re in for a rare treat as Jade is sharing her opinion on the Zahra Baker disappearance with us. -Trench
Right out of the box, let me tell you that I’m not the emotionless person I’ve been accused of being, but I do hide them well. As Trench will tell you, I show the emotions of a cactus. Every once in a while though, there will be a story that gets through my defenses. The story of Zahra Baker is one of those stories.
First to fail this precious little girl was her own mother, abandoning her shortly after birth. There’s a class act for you if there ever was one. According to CNN, she is aware of what has happened to her daughter. I wonder if she cares. I wonder if she can sleep at night.
Very little is published online about Zahra’s life in Australia with her father, Adam, other than her battle with bone cancer at the age of 5. She fought the cancer and won, but at the cost of losing one lower leg resulting in the necessity of a prosthesis and damaged hearing causing her to have to use hearing aids in both ears. Every picture I’ve seen of her she’s been a smiling, seemingly happy little girl. Very beautiful, almost angelic looking.
When Zahra was around 8, her father began a relationship online with Elisa “Last Name unknown at the time”. Apparently there were several marriages but according to a local news station her maiden name was Fairchild. Approximately 2 years ago, not long after the relationship started, it would seem, Elisa traveled to Australia and married Adam Baker. My first thought on viewing the wedding photo I saw online was “Dear Heavens, someone let the Gothapotamus off it’s leash and wrapped it in white satin.” If you don’t know what a gothapotamus is, Google it. You’ll understand then.
Soon the Baker family came to the U.S., settling in the Catawba County town of Hickory, N.C. From there Zahra’s life became very bad. Almost immediately there were accounts of abuse. One witness, married to Elisa’s nephew, said that everyone knew this would happen some day. If everybody knew, then why in the blue hell didn’t someone do something about it? How are you people sleeping these days?
There are rumors of an investigator of some sort visiting the house, but to my knowledge this investigator hasn’t come forward, or if they have it hasn’t been made public. She was reported missing on October 10, after reportedly being seen in bed around 2:30 that morning. Maybe someone can tell me why she wasn’t reported missing for 12 hours, because I can’t think of a good reason. It gets stickier though. The last time any one outside of the family could report seeing Zahra was late September. You can Google her name and get pretty much the whole story. But one of the horrible things is that cadaver dogs brought in hit on Adam’s boss’s truck almost immediately. The boss’s children were all safe and sound. The dogs also hit on a pile of mulch in front of a wood chipper.
So who did fail Zahra?
Mommy left her shortly after birth.
Daddy marries the Gothapotamus from hell.
Said Gothapotamus beats the child, keeps her in her room for hours daily, and neglected her severely. I would like to walk barefoot in the rain to Hickory right now and rip the rotten black thing that serves as her heart out of her chest with my bare hands.
Daddy doesn’t abuse her, but doesn’t do anything to stop the abuse. Turn in your man card please, along with your balls. I’d prefer those to be severed with a dull rusty grapefruit spoon.
Friends and family members notice the abuse and do nothing (at least that has been reported) but say they all saw this coming. I’m pretty sure their own souls are suffering punishment enough, but several lashes with a rubber chicken couldn’t hurt.
It’s pretty odd for me to cry over anything. Yet I find myself crying nightly over this beautiful little girl who had such a tragic life.
Who failed Zahra Baker? Dear Holy God, who didn’t? (Other than, in my opinion God Himself who welcomed her into His arms. You’re free to draw your own conclusions on that.)