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In Memory of Tesslynn O'Cull
Tesslynn O’Cull was only 3-years-old, when they found her body in a grave near Sweet Home. It was the worst case of child abuse they’d ever seen thanks to Jesse Compton and methamphetamine. This beautiful child was tortured to death, and I vowed that until my very last breath, I would tell her story so we’d never forget, for society owes her at least this debt. Others saw the abuse, yet they did not tell, and this child’s life was a living hell. She was shocked, raped and beaten and no one cared, as her mother watched, Tesslynn sat and stared. Tesslynn dared not scream or she’d have to pay when Jesse threw knives and punches her way. People came and went, but refused to step in, so high on drugs that it didn’t matter to them. Stella Kizer and Jesse Compton must pay their dues, still the story of Tesslynn is now old news, and though some may forget, I will keep my vow to keep her memory alive somehow. There’s a picture of Tesslynn on my office wall, and at night in my dreams I can hear her call. As she reaches out from beyond the grave, I weep for the child that we could not save, I weep for the child that we could not save…
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