Police have found the body of the beautiful, intelligent young woman above, a college student. She was murdered, her body dumped like so much trash alongside U.S. 54 near El Dorado, Texas.
They are looking for the man with whom she was last seen, pictured above, because they found substantial quantities of blood in his motel room. The guy’s name is Israel Mireles, he’s 24 and he is on the run with his 16-year-old pregnant girlfriend. His rental car was found abandoned in his home town in Texas, where his family lives. Police have interviewed his family members and they’re apprently protecting him, saying nothing, as the families of suspected murderers of young women like Emily Sander often do. They are rarely criticized for this because of the substantial free-floating hatred of women like Emily– she is young, white, beautiful, intelligent, a college student. She probably asked for it. She probably deserved it. She is eminently, eminently expendable. Aren’t beautiful young women born to be exploited, used, thrown away?
When I look at this sweet face, I “see” her mom, eating carefully while she was expecting, reading the baby books, anticipating Emily’s birth. I see the baby girl in her cradle with her pink receiving blankets and musical mobile, with her Binky and her “bankie”. I see the baby book recording Emily’s first smile, first word, first tooth, first boo-boo. I see the little Kindergartner on her first day of school with her backpack and school supplies, her fear and her bravery. I see the Brownie selling Girl Scout Cookies, the daughter helping her mom set the table or carry in the groceries, the youngster wrapping homemade Christmas gifts, caring for her kitties, decorating her bedroom, writing notes to her girlfriends. I see the slumber parties, summer jobs, homework, school dances and parties, first love, first broken heart. I see her in her cap and gown at her high school graduation with her family in attendance where her mom cried and wondered what happened to the baby girl in the cradle and where did all the years go. I see the college catalogs, the applications, the kisses goodbye and then off to college, the dreaming of big dreams.
It’s all over now for Emily, and in ways which cannot be enumerated or measured, it’s all over, too, for her mother and for all who loved her. She was brutally murdered, her blood splattered and smeared across the anonymity of some god-forsaken motel room.
The news coverage of this murder is disgusting and disgraceful. It brings into stark clarity the way this world hates young women. Emily Sander was no “porn star.” Whatever photos she may have put up of herself on the internet, whatever money misogynist creeps paid to see them, none of it has anything at all to do with the fact that a man butchered her. This should not serve as a warning to other women. This is not a cautionary tale. This is not about the bad woman getting her just desserts while onlookers peep and mutter like the fools and haters they are. The zeal to sensationalize and pornify this senseless hate crime is nauseating and horrifying.
May the man who butchered Emily Sander come to justice. May someone in his family display some evidence of conscience, for god’s sake, find an attorney willing to help, and urge him to turn himself in. As to Emily’s family, I wish they could bring lawsuits against each and every one of the newspapers and “journalists” so-called and publications which have turned their daughter’s senseless, hideous murder into a source of titillation for misogynists, haters, pornographers, and sadists everywhere. What disgusts me most of all is, such a lawsuit is probably not even possible. The pornifying of a young woman, including the pornifying of her brutal murder, is just so much free speech. Most people would say with a straight face that she brought it on herself.