Murder is Hell

Before we begin, I want to present a video I found featuring James H. Chapman.

You will have to hit your back arrow to return to this page, because I don't know how else to do this. But it is important that you see this video first. It's only ONE minute.

https://www.facebook.com/video/embed?video_id=1710825429721

I'm not talking about murder here. I'm talking about a MAN who was murdered.

I went to a Prison Reform Rally that we picketed outside the DRC Offices in Columbus, OH. This photo is not from that Rally, but actually a later time.

Since there are no pictures of the earlier Rally, I might as well show this one, too. This shows many holding signs... Support Re-entry... Second Chance... CURE OHIO... Felon paid Debt - Society still Not Satisfied... and the green one I'm holding reads, Remove Barriers to Jobs & Housing. While these are all important issues, I really was there protesting Old Law/New Law.

There one of the participants said anyone who wanted was invited to a man's house for a meal. Yeah, right. But...

The fella convinced me to go so he could ride with me because the guy always wanted to talk and he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. But then, he didn't know for sure how to get there, so we followed another woman.

by James' house. I didn't see his bathroom or his bedroom, but I came across pictures of all his house, so I am presenting them here.

is the wall the front door is on. I was intrigued by the fact James had boarded up his picture window to make more room for his art collection on the living room wall.

So intrigued, in fact, that I closed off my own picture window at my house. My reasoning was a bit morose... someone had put a rock through my window and I had put a 'patch' on it that was deteriorating. So, I put an oil-cloth-like vinyl over the outside of the window. I did nothing to the inside, since I use my front room for storage.

But, I have to say, I was inspired by James.

James had the food all laid out on the buffet on the south wall of the living room as you entered from the corner of the west wall.

I have no recall of WHAT the food was, only that every morsel, every dish, was superb!

I don't recall what all was talked about... except everything. James had a way of asking questions that kept us talking. And I didn't even hear any complaints by the man who rode with me to 'get away early', either....

We stayed 3 hours and a most enjoyable time it was.

When I heard later James had been murdered by a friend he loved (nearly family), I was astounded. He had so much to give and so much to live for, it was unexplicable.

Rest in Peace, James.