“Whoso sheddeth man’s blood, by man shall his blood be shed; for in the image of God made he man.” Genesis 9:6
“So ye shall not pollute the land wherein yea are: for blood it defileth the land; and the land cannot be cleansed of the blood that is shed therein, but by the blood of him that shed it.” Numbers 35:33
His name was Paul Jennings Hill. He was born in Miami, Florida in February of 1954. Hill grew up in Coral Gables, which was an affluent city with white stucco buildings, red tile roofs, tennis courts and swimming pools. There were very few minorities in Coral Gables. It was pretty much a white enclave for rich people.
Paul Hill was a nice boy, who lived in a nice city. He went to nice schools, where he was an average student. Considered popular, he had a lot of friends. Some of his friends smoked dope, popped bennies and snorted cocaine. They thought it was cool. Like most teenagers, Paul wanted to be cool too. So he started using drugs.
Paul’s father – who flew planes for an airline and whose name was Oscar – found out Paul was using drugs. Oscar confronted his 17-year old son. “What the hell are you thinking?” asked Oscar.
Paul looked at the ground and shrugged.