- The Washington Times - Tuesday, June 12, 2001

There is no delight to be taken in the death Monday morning of convicted Oklahoma City bomber Timothy McVeigh only the quiet knowledge that justice has, at last, been served. The forfeiture of his life can never undo the evil, the awful stupidity, that resulted in the horrible deaths of 168 innocent persons who became the objects of his misplaced sense of vengeance. All the execution of Timothy McVeigh can do is bring some finality to the chain of events that began that April day six years ago when the Alfred P. Murrah federal building was demolished by the truck bomb parked there by the disillusioned former Gulf War soldier. The families will never again have to endure his mocking comments to the media, or hear TV reports about the latest legal wrangling. That part of their ordeal is over. After Warden Harley Lappin announced McVeighs end at 8:14 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time, one victims relative, Janice Smith who lost her brother Larry Scroggins said "Its over. We dont have to continue with him anymore."
But those who lost loved ones, friends and family members will never again be truly whole; no execution can compensate for their loss. It is an uneven exchange. "I dont think anything can bring me any peace or anything from this," said Kathleen Treanor, who lost both her 4-year-old-child and her inlaws in the devastating blast. "Ill always face the loss of my daughter. Ill never get over that," she told the Associated Press on the morning of McVeighs execution. "When they lay me in my grave, thats when I will stop mourning."
McVeigh made no final statement in the moments before the lethal cocktail of chemicals entered his bloodstream. Instead, he issued through his attorneys a copy of the 1875 poem, "Invictus," which ends with the lines: "I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul."
And so he was. It was Timothy McVeigh who made the terrible choice to "avenge" the federal assault on the Branch Davidian compound in Waco, Texas and the raid on separatist Randy Weavers compound in remote Idaho by blowing up a building full of ordinary Americans who had nothing to do with either event. People whom he never met and who never said an unkind word to him; several of them were not old enough to talk yet. Some were still in diapers. He did not leave them the choice to be masters of their fates.
Yes, Timothy McVeigh was the captain of his cold, empty soul. May his victims find the peace they were denied in life. And ultimately, McVeigh, too.

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