The October 2010 edition of Harper’s offers excerpts from a dozen or so of the hundreds of letters mailed to Casey Anthony.
Anthony is awaiting trial in Florida for the murder of her two-year-old daughter, Caylee. The child was not reported as missing until a month after she vanished; it was her grandmother, Cindy, who contacted authorities, after Casey would not account for Caylee’s whereabouts. The child’s body was eventually discovered, in a bag, by a meter reader, in a forested area about a half-mile from the Anthony home. It has been determined that the trunk of Casey’s car at one time contained a decomposing human body. Forensic investigators state that duct tape was sealed over the child’s mouth, with a heart-shaped sticker affixed to the tape. Casey Anthony, her lawyers and her supporters, maintain that she is innocent.
What interests me about these letters is that the writers, believing they are reaching out to Anthony, are in fact reaching out, through her, for themselves. Though, as one writer says, “the point is I feel for you,” what is evident is that what these writers really want and need, is for people to feel for them.
It is surely a lonely ol’ world out there.