After watching this documentary, I cannot help but admire Florence Holway for her unwavering inner strength in her quest for justice. In my opinion, her will power stemmed from her zest of life, reflected in her beautiful watercolors.
I am also left with a bitter frustration toward the flawed human justice, especially in a country that prides itself as being civilized, fair, and caring towards its citizens. I don't want to call it a justice "system", because obviously the "system" is what people make of it, and people are often callous, selfish, lazy, ignorant, etc. It's human justice, and it's deeply flawed.
I wish the documentary answered some questions regarding the perpetrator though. Was he a local man, how did he pick Florence's house, what was his background?
Instead, the documentary is mostly a monologue from Florence's perspective only, with corroboration from Florence's son, daughter-in-law, and a police woman.
I am also left with a bitter frustration toward the flawed human justice, especially in a country that prides itself as being civilized, fair, and caring towards its citizens. I don't want to call it a justice "system", because obviously the "system" is what people make of it, and people are often callous, selfish, lazy, ignorant, etc. It's human justice, and it's deeply flawed.
I wish the documentary answered some questions regarding the perpetrator though. Was he a local man, how did he pick Florence's house, what was his background?
Instead, the documentary is mostly a monologue from Florence's perspective only, with corroboration from Florence's son, daughter-in-law, and a police woman.