Or the fact that with 573 days to think about his crime, Dylann Roof stood in front of the jurors and, with that thick, slow tongue of his, said without any hesitation whatsoever, “I felt like I had to do it, and I still feel like I had to do it.”On the first morning that Felicia Sanders testified, I was seated directly behind Dylann Roof's mother, and because she is skin and bones, it was apparent that she was having some kind of fit. I had come to Charleston intending to write about them, the nine people who were gone.
Because of Dylann Roof, Felicia Sanders had been forced to play dead by lying in her dying son's blood, while holding her hand over her whimpering grandbaby's mouth.
She had pressed her hand down so tight that she said she feared she would suffocate the girl.
Eighteen months later, Felicia Sanders pointed that same hand toward Dylann Roof in the courtroom and said, with no doubt in her voice at all, that it was simple—that man there was “pure evil.”Their vitriol was warranted but also unexpected, since in most of the press coverage of the shooting it had largely been erased.
Almost every white person I spoke with in Charleston during the trial praised the church's resounding forgiveness of the young white man who shot their members down. No one made mention that this forgiveness was individual, not collective.
Months later, she said that because of him she can no longer close her eyes to pray.
She can't stand to hear the sound of firecrackers, or even the patter of acorns falling.Among the list of the beautiful British women, this dark beauty possesses a long lock of thick black hair and as such, resembles like an Asian to some extent. ” a member of the Mother Emanuel AME Church in Charleston asked at the trial of the white man who killed eight of her fellow black parishioners and their pastor. ” Rachel Kaadzi Ghansah spent months in South Carolina searching for an answer to those questions—speaking with Roof’s mother, father, friends, former teachers, and victims’ family members, all in an effort to unlock what went into creating one of the coldest killers of our time.During two stages of his trial, Dylann Roof decided to represent himself.When family members of the victims testified, they listened to him, without looking over, as he lifted himself weakly from his chair and dismissed them from the stand with his deep, always bored, blunt voice, which sounded like his mouth was full of Karo syrup.Among is fairly typical appearance with a long face, unexpressed sloping chin, thin lips, small mouth, long nose.