Sane people get upset when life is stolen from an innocent. Kaylee was 2 years old.
I am surprised the prosecution did not theorize the thing most plausible. Kaylee was bound, her mouth covered with duct tape, and locked in the trunk of her mother's car. It was most like likely that Casey A. was going to claim that Kaylee had accidentally climbed into and been locked into the trunk of the car. Removing the child in her parents' yard would account for the cadaver dags' alerting there. Realizing there were marks, which would not exist on a decayed body, Casey disposed of Kaylee and proceeded to pretend she was safely in the care of a person who in reality does not exist.
The motive is clear and sadly more frequent than realized, though more often between husbands and wives, not children and parents, that they had been displaced in the affection of those most important by the arrival of the child. So it seems to be the case in this matter, so derived from statements made by Casey in the jailhouse tapes, which clearly have Casey feeling more like an outsider, an onlooker, to a relationship between Kaylee and her parents, Kaylee now having displaced her; that Casey felt no longer important nor a part of their lives; an insignificant factor in their lives.
This in itself is not unusual; many parents make the mistake of doting on the grandchild, for whatever their own dysfunction is. Often immediately after childbirth, people dote on "the baby", forgetting the mother and pushing aside other siblings. It can result in anything from depression, resentment, sibling rivalry and obviously murder. And it is a mistake, a serious one, in any case; when the primary persons in one's life turn their affections elsewhere, in the case of someone who is primarily dependent on them for her own well-being, that person's stability and any sense of mattering are dissolved. It plays itself out in multiple ways. In this case, it was murder which Casey believes was not by her own hand, as she did not directly slay the child, but put her in a position so as to cause her death by indirect means.
It is a dangerous game for parents to play but I see it unfolding every day. The more stable persons would not put their child into a position of having her feel the grandchild meant more to them than their own. Do they do it deliberately? I believe so, to punish their own offspring and cause anguish in the "now see what you did and you're responsible for it" retaliation for having a child out of wedlock. This has been seen more often in the light of having a boyfriend or significant other involved rather than one's own parents. But so it is.
It was jealousy and resentment which led to my being abducted, though the elders involved were not guilty of having pushed aside their own in favor of me. She simply wanted to deprive me of the love and advantage my own parents' position held for me, herself having been displaced from Czechoslovakia during WWII. Had she murdered me, she could not have more taken my life than in doing what she did. There were no mitigating factors of improper behavior toward her by her mother, grandfather or grandmother. But the resentment was no less there for reasons existing within her own mind only and that she had lied to so many about so many things, one of those things being that she had given birth to me. She lived in Ulm, I was left in caretaking in a small town of approximately 50 houses. In all the years of her life, her jealousy and rsentment toward me never abated. She would lie to people, call my boyfriends and make up tales, try to turn my "adopted" siblings against me, tried to turn me against them and my "niece". Most recently I learned from one of my "adopted" brothers that she had always made him feel he was insignificant compared to me. This emerged 10 years after her death. I didn't know what I had done to have this at one time close to me "brother", whom I had protected, driven around with his drum kit, gone to all his baseball games, almost all of his gymanstics meets, involved him in community theater with me. I am glad we talked, but between, there was much pain and damage done. I told him she never treated me as she described me to him, but rather that I was incompetent, clumsy, tonedeaf, trying to steal her husband, having an affair with her husband; all products of a deranged mind. In the end, my brother said "You were a really good sister." What could I say, except "I haven't changed. No matter what she said, I am still me. "She" had a habit of driving a wedge between people because she wanted everyone to worship her. I'm sorry she succeeded, but think about reality and what did happen in actuality."
But I do see the damage still, that he expects to be rejected and his accomplishments to be deemed second to me. One day he was going on about a painting I'd done, how wonderful etc., it was. I was taken aback. I do what I do because it is what I do, so praise is not a thing I'm sure how to relate to sometimes. But I said to him, "Without you, there wouldn't be that wall to hang it on." He giggled, said, "I guess, I think." The man can build an entire house and a 24 x 36 space I filled holds more meaning? Somehow, I don't think so. I can only hope I do the right thing, so he doesn't slip into that mental anguish again. He's "my little brother" and I do love him as such. But there are certain lines I won't let anyone cross, and crossing it cost him two years of my friendship. I'm still there to help unless he is doing something mean and dishonest because I know despite having a family, he feels alone and abandoned. But that is the way of this country, a way I never felt in Germany. And that is one reason I so love the people of my Homeland.
And under all the lies, the rubble and the garbage, I am one of them. The first 8 years of my life set my principles, my standards, my sense of justice, respect and social equality. It is unity. It's a concept the "United" States doesn't have. Because there is no "troika" , no "Bund", here, only cut-throat competition. And that doesn't make a country "United". Though I am a very bad typist, it's no mistake when I call them the "Untied" States. Everyone is in it only for themselves, "union" members included. They don't give a hoot for the rest of the country.
On a lighter note, when I first spoke of my early childhood whereabouts, pre-USA, I said I was with the "Bunten Deutschen Republischen Leuten". Bundesrepublik Deutschland. And the post office here gets pissy when I write it on an envelope. And a similar prejudice lives inside some families. Schade.
Regine Hohenzoller
I am surprised the prosecution did not theorize the thing most plausible. Kaylee was bound, her mouth covered with duct tape, and locked in the trunk of her mother's car. It was most like likely that Casey A. was going to claim that Kaylee had accidentally climbed into and been locked into the trunk of the car. Removing the child in her parents' yard would account for the cadaver dags' alerting there. Realizing there were marks, which would not exist on a decayed body, Casey disposed of Kaylee and proceeded to pretend she was safely in the care of a person who in reality does not exist.
The motive is clear and sadly more frequent than realized, though more often between husbands and wives, not children and parents, that they had been displaced in the affection of those most important by the arrival of the child. So it seems to be the case in this matter, so derived from statements made by Casey in the jailhouse tapes, which clearly have Casey feeling more like an outsider, an onlooker, to a relationship between Kaylee and her parents, Kaylee now having displaced her; that Casey felt no longer important nor a part of their lives; an insignificant factor in their lives.
This in itself is not unusual; many parents make the mistake of doting on the grandchild, for whatever their own dysfunction is. Often immediately after childbirth, people dote on "the baby", forgetting the mother and pushing aside other siblings. It can result in anything from depression, resentment, sibling rivalry and obviously murder. And it is a mistake, a serious one, in any case; when the primary persons in one's life turn their affections elsewhere, in the case of someone who is primarily dependent on them for her own well-being, that person's stability and any sense of mattering are dissolved. It plays itself out in multiple ways. In this case, it was murder which Casey believes was not by her own hand, as she did not directly slay the child, but put her in a position so as to cause her death by indirect means.
It is a dangerous game for parents to play but I see it unfolding every day. The more stable persons would not put their child into a position of having her feel the grandchild meant more to them than their own. Do they do it deliberately? I believe so, to punish their own offspring and cause anguish in the "now see what you did and you're responsible for it" retaliation for having a child out of wedlock. This has been seen more often in the light of having a boyfriend or significant other involved rather than one's own parents. But so it is.
It was jealousy and resentment which led to my being abducted, though the elders involved were not guilty of having pushed aside their own in favor of me. She simply wanted to deprive me of the love and advantage my own parents' position held for me, herself having been displaced from Czechoslovakia during WWII. Had she murdered me, she could not have more taken my life than in doing what she did. There were no mitigating factors of improper behavior toward her by her mother, grandfather or grandmother. But the resentment was no less there for reasons existing within her own mind only and that she had lied to so many about so many things, one of those things being that she had given birth to me. She lived in Ulm, I was left in caretaking in a small town of approximately 50 houses. In all the years of her life, her jealousy and rsentment toward me never abated. She would lie to people, call my boyfriends and make up tales, try to turn my "adopted" siblings against me, tried to turn me against them and my "niece". Most recently I learned from one of my "adopted" brothers that she had always made him feel he was insignificant compared to me. This emerged 10 years after her death. I didn't know what I had done to have this at one time close to me "brother", whom I had protected, driven around with his drum kit, gone to all his baseball games, almost all of his gymanstics meets, involved him in community theater with me. I am glad we talked, but between, there was much pain and damage done. I told him she never treated me as she described me to him, but rather that I was incompetent, clumsy, tonedeaf, trying to steal her husband, having an affair with her husband; all products of a deranged mind. In the end, my brother said "You were a really good sister." What could I say, except "I haven't changed. No matter what she said, I am still me. "She" had a habit of driving a wedge between people because she wanted everyone to worship her. I'm sorry she succeeded, but think about reality and what did happen in actuality."
But I do see the damage still, that he expects to be rejected and his accomplishments to be deemed second to me. One day he was going on about a painting I'd done, how wonderful etc., it was. I was taken aback. I do what I do because it is what I do, so praise is not a thing I'm sure how to relate to sometimes. But I said to him, "Without you, there wouldn't be that wall to hang it on." He giggled, said, "I guess, I think." The man can build an entire house and a 24 x 36 space I filled holds more meaning? Somehow, I don't think so. I can only hope I do the right thing, so he doesn't slip into that mental anguish again. He's "my little brother" and I do love him as such. But there are certain lines I won't let anyone cross, and crossing it cost him two years of my friendship. I'm still there to help unless he is doing something mean and dishonest because I know despite having a family, he feels alone and abandoned. But that is the way of this country, a way I never felt in Germany. And that is one reason I so love the people of my Homeland.
And under all the lies, the rubble and the garbage, I am one of them. The first 8 years of my life set my principles, my standards, my sense of justice, respect and social equality. It is unity. It's a concept the "United" States doesn't have. Because there is no "troika" , no "Bund", here, only cut-throat competition. And that doesn't make a country "United". Though I am a very bad typist, it's no mistake when I call them the "Untied" States. Everyone is in it only for themselves, "union" members included. They don't give a hoot for the rest of the country.
On a lighter note, when I first spoke of my early childhood whereabouts, pre-USA, I said I was with the "Bunten Deutschen Republischen Leuten". Bundesrepublik Deutschland. And the post office here gets pissy when I write it on an envelope. And a similar prejudice lives inside some families. Schade.
Regine Hohenzoller
