The Death Penalty for Justice and Safety Jonathan was just 13. The pictures of him show a freckle-faced, eager scamp, maybe getting new sneakers for Christmas, rushing to grow up, hungry for life, hungry to get on with things. I imagine he was the kind of kid who’d pull a prank and then run for it, or skateboard until he was breathless. I bet he wished he were bigger and stronger, more of an athlete. He probably played hooky a lot and got into some discipline in school. His last waking moments, it seems, were spent staring up and being brutally violated for someone’s lust. And when his human dign