![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Friday night I watched a documentary on PBS. One movie-review site summarizes it like this:
While hanging clothes on the washing line, Janette Osborne heard a small pop. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her side. Shaken, but completely aware of her situation, she headed for her car and started into town. As she was leaving, she thought she saw her son standing near the house, a rifle in his hand. Seconds late, two more shots were heard. Thus began Farmington, Maine's most notorious case of attempted murder.
Knee Deep is as compelling as it is disturbing. By the end of the story I felt both sorry and sad for almost everyone involved. It's a stark reminder of how wide the gap is in this country between the have's and the have-not's.
While hanging clothes on the washing line, Janette Osborne heard a small pop. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her side. Shaken, but completely aware of her situation, she headed for her car and started into town. As she was leaving, she thought she saw her son standing near the house, a rifle in his hand. Seconds late, two more shots were heard. Thus began Farmington, Maine's most notorious case of attempted murder.
Knee Deep is as compelling as it is disturbing. By the end of the story I felt both sorry and sad for almost everyone involved. It's a stark reminder of how wide the gap is in this country between the have's and the have-not's.
