Ten hours after Ohio prison staff found Ariel Castro dead in his cell, Pam Zander Turos was standing in her kitchen in a Cleveland suburb. She was spreading cream cheese on bagels for her two young sons, when the TV came to life in the living room.
Instead of the usual cartoon sounds, she heard a Cleveland newscaster’s voice. She dropped the knife and raced to shut off the TV.
“Mom,” her 10-year-old son said, “he killed himself last night.”
“Do you know who he is?” she asked.
“I know the kids at school said he kept those three girls in his home for 10 years,” he said. “And that he tortured them.”
What he didn’t say but what she feared he was thinking: Just like that boy who killed himself last week.
Only days earlier, the Turos family had talked about 15-year-old Bart Palosz, who killed himself after relentless bullying from classmates at Greenwich High School in Connecticut. Turos is a social worker, and she tried to steer that family discussion to the issues of bullying and suicide prevention.
“There is nothing you could do to make me think your life has no value,” she told her son.
On Wednesday morning, there was no time for such a thoughtful conversation about Castro’s death. Her boys had to leave for school in 20 minutes, but her elder son was full of questions.
“They checked on him every 30 minutes,” he said. “And in that short time, he killed himself?”
“We’ll talk about this when you get home,” she told him.
“I could not find my words,” she told me later in the morning. “Everything those children hear, they internalize. I just wonder what their minds are doing with this information.”
It’s a question we all should be asking ourselves, particularly if we’re willing to cheer the suicide of Ariel Castro. Celebrations erupted on social media and in the comments threads of news sites. As if Castro’s death rids us of what created him. As if the circumstances that made it possible for him to hold those three young women captive in the same neighborhood, same house, for more than a decade, have magically evaporated.
We don’t want “closure.” We want amnesia.
We want to pretend that Ariel Castro never happened, that his crimes were bizarre enough to make him an aberration, that he was unpreventable.