My name is Daniel Johnson; I'm 26 years old and a graduate of Miami University, majoring in Criminal Justice & Psychology and minoring in creative writing. It was one specific true crime story I learned about when I was thirteen years old that caused a series of events that led me into Criminal Justice years later. I went to college to study justice, to get answers to all the questions that burned inside me for so long. See, this one story was personal to me in so many significant ways. An easy way of putting it was that I saw myself in the boys who had been the victims in that story. More than that, I also saw myself in the teenagers who'd been convicted of murdering those kids.
Hearing the details behind the children's deaths fueled my desire to know more, though it didn't start that way. Instead, it was because of music, which caused my desire to learn about this one true crime story. Three children were murdered in such a horrific way, with heavy metal music and Satanism being claimed as the motive. Music is woven deeply into the chain of events for both this story and my accounts while learning about it all. Every personal element of my own life and the details I learned while trying to find justice for those boys has filled me with heartache. They say an elephant never forgets, and neither can I.
How far would you go to get justice if it was someone who mattered to you? If it was someone you knew?