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Jan. 21, 2007 I met a hired killer in the summer of 1987 in Honolulu, Hawaii, on the occasion of my being of my being jailed briefly in Oahu Community Correctional Center (OCCC). I was in a dormitory with inmates of all security levels. The hired killer's surname was Borge, just like the pianist, a subject that came up once or twice. However, Borge was not Danish; he was Polynesian, that is, Hawaiian. How he had the name of "Borge" instead of something like "Kamakahi" or "Kalakaua", I don't know. He must have had some Caucasian blood. Someone who is part Caucasian is called a 'hapahaole'. I don't recall Borge's given name. Mainlanders often do not appreciate how big and muscular Polynesians can be. Borge was the very personification of muscularity. Though he was only about 5'-8" tall, he must have had biceps over 20 inches and a chest in the 50 inch range. Often, in the dormitory, he had four men sit on a bed as close to one end as possible. He would lie under the same end, bench-pressing the foursome. Compensating for the displacement of their collective center of gravity and the weight of the bed, I figure he must have been lifting 400 or 500 pounds. Borge had already been tried for the paid murder of three people. To dispose of their bodies, he had ground them up in a meat grinder. His sentence was life plus twenty years. He may have been at OCCC for an appeal. In those cases, the authorities move the prisoner in close to town for access to the courts. Since his imprisonment some years earlier, Borge had repented and turned to Christianity. Give me a stone atheist, like myself, who never hurt a flea, any day! And every evening he would lead a circle of immured hypocrites in the intonation of some Christian hymns from a hymnal they got from the library. I recall "Power in the Blood", "Amazing Grace" and most of all, without fail, "He Touched Me." Borge invited me to join the group, and I refused, remarking that I didn't believe all that nonsense. Borge got mad as hell, as if I'd have been number four, if we had been on the outside. He was even studying to be ordained as a Christian minister. And he was always talking about Jesus. I noticed, however, that he didn't hesitate to let another inmate prick out an amateur tattoo on his left arm. Religious inmates dismiss what they call the Old Testament when it suits their needs. The New Testament is silent on tattoos. So Borge was clean, according to his lights. I had been arrested in biking shorts, and we wore our own clothes around the dormitory. Good old God-fearing Borge considered my shorts too immodest and stole them from me when they were drying one day, disposing of them. "Isn't it gracious of Jesus that he'll reach out to even the most wicked of men?" I can hear someone asking. It would have been even more gracious if Jesus had stopped Borge before he slew and butchered three human beings. ------------ About the author Thomas Keyes: I have written two books: A SOJOURN IN ASIA (non-fiction) and A TALE OF UNG (fiction), neither published so far. I have studied languages for years and traveled extensively on five continents. Email: udikeyes@yahoo.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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