Dear Mr. Dellen Millard – Letter 1- Let me share something about evil

April 11, 2014

We don’t give much thought to the devil these days – we’re well beyond all that.

The best you might get is a funny t-shirt that says ‘The devil made me do it’ with, say, a picture of a naïve but guilty looking figure beside another with a pitchfork and red leotards.

But what if there is something else in this world, something bigger and darker and more hideous and less human than anyone really cares to imagine? Evil, after all, is simply the word live spelled backwards.

Have you ever noticed this? How to l-i-v-e a life that is e-v-i-l is to take the very gift of life and live it in a backwards fashion?

So, for evil to get its way, up becomes down, light becomes darkness, truth becomes lies … you get the idea. There is a sort of Great Reversal. And, it stands to reason, a Great Reverser.

I don’t know if you’ve ever thought about this, Mr. Millard.

But it seems to me that you have thought of at least some things, because you are a thinking person. I believe you’ve shown this to be true.

And, if I may, you’ve now had some time and space to think. About many things, I imagine. Yes, you have to admit, Mr. Millard, in such a busy world, that’s at least one advantage of a prison cell that you wake up in morning after morning.

But what? You’re now charged with killing not only Tim Bosma, a stranger, but your own girlfriend? What ever happened to Laura Babcock, we wonder. And, what else, your own father? What are we in the outside world to now make of these charges?

I should note here, Mr. Millard, that I don’t intend this letter to be long. But, then, I have a feeling that I will be corresponding more with you as time goes by.

And I think you might be aware that I’ve already shared a few things about Tim, like his funeral and the surrounding grief, a time when people not only in Hamilton, but far beyond, will never forget.

You weren’t at Tim’s funeral, I realize, but let me tell you, I was. And one memorable moment was when Sharlene (I think you know Tim’s wife, Sharlene) got up and told us, told the world, really, that (in her words) the devil knocked on her front door one quiet evening and then smiled at her before he took her Tim.

Yes, she said that she looked right into the face of the devil himself.

And then I shared how (in my words) the devil shoved a long knife through her heart because this is just the sort of thing that the devil loves to do to anyone who happens to be standing in front of him.

You realize that the funeral happened to be in the same hall that Tim and Sharlene were married, do you? I personally find that remarkable, how life can be poured out in such a way, like wine, so bittersweet. And there was the devil (maybe, do you think it’s possible?) laughing and laughing.

Anyway, the best reading that I’ve personally ever come across on this, on how the devil goes about his daily business, is this little jewel of a book written by a well-known Oxford man, C.S. Lewis. Yes, he’s better known by children around the world – certainly by mine – as the author of the Chronicles of Narnia.

(Yes, yes, Narnia of the Disney movies. You know that Disney, always looking for a buck.)

But Lewis was a thinker of many things, really, and this particular book, The Screwtape Letters, is all about a little minion who is in an ongoing but somewhat hopeless correspondence with his Uncle Screwtape, a much grander demon who really knows the score, so to speak.

The entire story hinges on how on earth, literally, these artful demons can trap the soul of a man in the Great Reversal that I mentioned above. And how they fight with all their strength for this soul, yes they find that much value in just one person’s soul.

It really is fine reading, Mr. Millard, I have to say. So, if you are allowed this sort of literary treat in your current unfortunate state of incarceration, then, well, I just wanted to mention it to you. You can find it, to order it if you like, here.

(And, if you can’t do this, well, I can always share more later sometime.)

In the meantime, I should close.

Oh, but I did also want to mention this one little footnote, that, as fate would have it, C.S. Lewis died on the same day that JFK was killed. Yes, the same day that John F. Kennedy was shot in the head. What are the odds of such an occurrence, two great souls leaving this old world on the same day?

Of course, Kennedy’s assassination received all the attention of the news gatherers, and it was rightly so, I suppose, that Lewis’s death was relegated to the back pages of the day.

But, I mean, really, what a way to go. To get shot in the head. What to do you think?

Of course, we all have to die sometime. But you’d have agree, Mr. Millard, it would be a rather brutal experience, to be shot in the head, would it not?

Your father. What do you think your father would say?

For now,


A Fatherly Friend

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7 thoughts on “Dear Mr. Dellen Millard – Letter 1- Let me share something about evil”

  1. I totally agree with you thomas … devils come in the most unexpected places … I have met evil many times … evil people don’t know they are evil … it’s in their nature and they think this is normal.

  2. In my opinion this is an appalling and utterly conniving letter. Have the accused been convicted already? Did we all miss the trial? May I suggest, sir, that the sort of evil with which you express such familiarity comes in many guises – not the least of which is the persecution of innocents. Up to and until Mr Millard is found to be guilty of the crimes with which he is charged, he remains innocent and your comments are both exploitative and absurd.

  3. I agree with mr star, we are innocent till proven otherwise, we can’t read what’s out there because it will sway us in the wrong direction…

  4. I just read and enjoyed your article – thank you. It struck a strong note with me. I loved your closing questions. It was very powerful for me.

    I look forward to reading any further “letters” / articles you write. The Dellen/Smich murders have caught my attention in a way that most horrific murders don’t – I generally turn away from reports of murders. I have been obsessed with these. I ask things like: “How’s jail, Dellen”? … I am so sad for Laura Babcock who could have had a chance at healing, would have enjoyed the sparkling daylight, and peaceful times with kind people, and many romantic evenings.
    I am so sad for Tim Bosma, who can no longer be a living, vibrant force for his family…. And who can kill their own father? He was going to get married. At some point he wanted to cut away from the craziness of putting up with your nonsense. He wanted to share his evenings with a kindred soul. You took that simple gift of LIVING and quiet companionship away from him….You will never understand the collective grief you have caused, because you are similar to other serial killers….You are where you belong – caged….

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