Anna Nicole Smith – Transcripts – Inquest Into The Death Of Daniel Wayne Smith Part 2

Thanks again QV. I still haven’t finished the first set because I have been busy. I will try to get caught up as quickly as I can. What I have read is truly sad to see how botched the investigation was, how much lying HKS got away with and what a sham the inquest appears to have been.

JMO

QV,

Too many people want to paint Mrs. Arthur as all good or all bad. Those who see her as all good want to see her daughter as all bad. And those who see Mrs. Arthur as all bad want her daughter as all good. All or nothing , black or white. Yet none of us are all good or all bad. The terms are subjective and deny the rest of the colors of our lives.

What is the truth, the colors, the underlying details that round out the lives of these two women?
This was a family that celebrated the good times, struggled with the bad times, and tried to get on with their lives the best they could.
IMO, Mrs. Arthur was NOT an atypical American mother for the 1960s.
Vicky Lynn was not an atypical daughter for the time period.
It is what happened AFTER that raises concern.
It is when it spun out of control .

The 1960s saw the greatest change a decade has seen.
Women, finally, for the first time ever, had complete control over their reproduction.
The result was a sexual liberation and the resulting issues of responsibility.
With the joys came the grief of STD and issues of abortion.

We saw the greatest of technology with a man on the moon; TV dinners to go with color TV; the majority of Americans had indoor plumbing and the Princess telephone was vogue. Telephone party lines went out the door. More teens than ever were driving cars and more Americans were buying homes. For those without, welfare assistance came to their assistance paid for by those who had much. We were sitting on top of the world enjoying the greatest of prosperity. We were giddy with our own abundance.

In the midst of such prosperity, we saw the cruel deaths of a president — broadcast live.
We saw the death of his brother — broadcast live.
We saw the beginnings of the break down of racism… and its leader’s death was broadcast — live.
And we daily watched live footage from Vietnam and watched deaths — live.

It was a time of rapid change and the security of tradition was cast aside.

Vicky Lynn was born in this time of turbulence.
Her mother struggled with the changes in society as well as her own personal growth, developing her own dreams while trying to sustain a family.
Be a wife. Be a mother. Be an employee. Be all she could be and with minimum assistance.

And so it went.
When the daughter reached her teen years and saw a world outside her immediate home, she was fascinated.
She wanted so much the glitter she saw.
She dropped out of school to reach for her golden ring == marriage and a baby.
She saw a bigger ring. Leaving her son in the care of her mother, she ran to the bright lights of the big city.
She wanted the material things and lacking the educational abilities to achieve that level of materialism, she turned to stripping.
And she turned to drugs, like many of the generation. Drugs, alcohol, abandonment of tradition.
She was insatiable. Like an unrestrained child, she wanted everything she saw.
She wanted to be famous… she wanted money… she wanted and wanted and wanted.
No one could deny her and her fresh enthusiasm was amusing to the bystanders.
She sparkled like a Christmas child with each new bangle she saw.
And she wanted all the glitter for herslef.

She spun out of control.
In the midst of this stepped HKS and company.
They saw THEIR needs for fame and fortune to be met by ” befriending” her.
So they did. They used her to satisfy THEIR needs and greed was one.
She was unable to discern good friends as users…
and partied away while they stole everything from her, including her son and then her life.
When she realized this was not the golden ring she craved, it was too late.
She had given control of her life to too many others… they fed on and consumed her.

Foolish? Yep.
Sad? Yep.
Cruel? Yep.
Atypical? NO!

I agree in part and disagree in part with anonymous (sounds like a court document, doesn’t it?). Virgie was not atypical, she raised her children the way children were raised back in the day. And like many families, some of those kids turned out fine, and some decided the rules didn’t apply to them. Anna is a product of that age to the degree that she knew right from wrong and per Missy, used drugs so that she wouldn’t feel “guilty” about doing things that she considered wrong. Those drugs developed into an addiction that blocked the sound of every voice that tried to help her. Her addiction was fed by those who wanted to used her as a money machine. And she was killed because her pimps were unwilling to let outsiders and those who loved her best help her regain her senses and self-worth. They robbed her blind, used her up and let her die in her own waste. IMO.

QV, have a Happy Thanksgiving and to all your blogger friends.