On the face of things, writer J. D. Salinger and doctor-killer Scott Roeder could not be more different. Salinger made great contributions to society. Roeder at best was a competent airport shuttle driver. Salinger had talent. Roeder had nothing but a Sunni suicide bomber's God-smacked obsessions.
Salinger died Thursday. Roeder was convicted, justly and on his own chilling, matter-of-fact testimony, of first-degree murder in the vicious Kansas church shooting of Dr. George Tiller.
What Salinger and Roeder had in common was a neurotic refusal to follow the social norms of humanity. Their mental wires were crossed, though in differing ways.
Salinger, who landed in Normandy with the Army on D-Day, was mentally shaky for years. His extreme reaction to fame and "invasions of privacy" -- withdrawing from the world and writing only for himself after 1965 -- was understandable but deeply unfortunate. Hermitage may have given him some mental peace but was a loss to the rest of us. A thinking writer, which Salinger decidedly was, has a responsibility to share his or her insights with the world. Writing is not a masturbatory exercise. It is sharing or it is nothing.
Salinger's family and executors owe it to readers, to literature, to now publish Salinger's hidden works. Apparently he stopped short of burning them. Let us begin seeing them now, for better or worse. Salinger's literary reputation is safe forever.
Roeder no doubt has a murderous form of mental illness -- delusions of grandeur and a cocksure sense that he is the savior of humanity with his gun of vengeance. His testimony that he had stalked Tiller for years, and had considered cutting off the doctor's hands, was stomach-turning. His moral and mental flaw, however, does not meet the legal definition of insanity. Roeder knew right from wrong. Otherwise, if he were so sure he had done a meritorious act, why would he have fled -- jumped in his car to drive hundreds of miles to escape? Why not drop the gun on the church floor, surrender and wait for the police to arrest him, instead of, as he testified, wrapping the murder weapon in a cloth and burying it in the woods, where it hasn't been found to this day? Roeder was nothing but a coward.
Roeder, a roadside bomb on legs, was convicted of premeditated murder because he committed one of the most obvious premeditated murders in recent history. The judge validly ruled out the defense attempt to get the jurors to consider voluntary manslaughter. Kansas law defines that lesser degree of homicide as based on an unreasonable but honest belief that killing would prevent "imminent harm" to another. Imminent means right then, on the spot. Tiller was in church on a Sunday. Roeder entered a house of God to kill in the name of God, placing himself above God.
I have a degree of compassion for functionally insane people, but only up to the point that they harm other people. There is no excuse for premeditated murder. How would anti-abortion zealots like it if abortion-rights supporters could walk up to them in a public place with loaded guns and blow their brains out over a political dispute? (If it's religion that puts voices in people's heads to kill, that is a clinching argument for atheism.)
Rest in peace, the misguided J. D. Salinger. Do some thinking in prison if you can, Scott Roeder.