A 13-year-old girl fatally shot her father in the face with a shotgun early yesterday morning as he slept in their Elizabeth Township home, according to police.
Rachel Booth was held without bond last night in the Allegheny County Jail, charged as an adult with homicide in the death of Matthew J. Booth, 34.
A close neighbor said the girl told her that Mr. Booth had sexually and physically abused her since she was 7. “The whole street knew about it,” said Suzanne Gruber, 20, who lives across the street from the Booth home. “He abused them both,” she said. “Some nights I would hear her screaming, ‘No, daddy! No! I’m sorry.’ She said she just couldn’t take it anymore.”
I don’t know where to begin.
An entire street knows that a 13-year-old girl is suffering sexual and physical abuse at the hands of her father an NO ONE DOES A THING ABOUT IT?!?
I once called the cops on my upstairs neighbors when a fight became so physical that my walls were shaking. You can bet your last good bottle of Rolling Rock that if I EVER heard the words “No, daddy! No! I’m sorry!” screaming out from a house on my street, not only would I call the cops, but I would head over to that house and kick down the door in a blazing display of What The Hell Do You Think You’re Doing to That Child?!
Kids. I joke about them, but deep down, I absolutely heart them and because I grew up in a loving, warm, safe home with the best parents in the world, seeing any child not living the best life imaginable just hits me in the gut. Childhood should be about candy, kickball, Mother May I, Kennywood, bike rides, and love.
It should NOT be spent in a filthy house with a filthy man.
Seeing a whole street of Burghers turn a blind eye to a child suffering unimaginable abuse makes me want to hit them all in the gut. They should have banded together and called authorities over and over and over until someone did something.
If all this turns out to be true, this little kiddie is perfectly justified in her decision to shoot the asshole’s face off.
Every person on that street that knew about it and did nothing about it is the next Annoying Burgher. Your crowns are in the mail and by crowns I mean giant bags of angry hormonal pigeons.