A daughter’s love…
I’ve been following the Susan Powell case. She is undoubtedly dead, as are her sons and husband.
One of the figures at the center of the case is her father-in-law, Steven Powell. He had a sick fascination with her, had made sexual advances towards her, and had voyeuristic photos on his laptop.
He has just been convicted of 14 counts of voyeurism for other photographs on his laptop. The sentence has yet to be handed down.
His two daughters have both come into the spotlight during this trial. Jennifer Powell Greaves believes her brother was guilty and her father is not a well man. She has spoken out about the path that he has taken to get to the place, from having once been a good and loving man.
His daughter Alina Powell believes he is innocent and that Josh Powell did not kill his wife. She will oddly speak of losing her sister-in-law, brother, and nephews in the same breath, as if some outside force were responsible. She made a website with home videos hoping to show that Susan Powell was not afraid of Steven Powell, despite testimony from others that she was.
What do we owe our parents? How far does filial loyalty extend? Obviously, Jennifer Powell Greaves feels that her allegiance to God and to right and wrong trump any command to obey her father. Alina Powell may be deeply in denial, or just unable, emotionally, to deal with the depth of the wrongs that have been done here.
Still, all of this is so very heartbreaking.