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Mays, 42, who is scheduled to be executed Tuesday in Huntsville, will forever be defined by his singular act of brutality visited on two young girls in northwest Harris County in 1992.
It was a moment that stunned the city. This was a time before Danielle van Dam or Samantha Runnion or even JonBenet Ramsey -- a time before it was common to associate the names of young girls with horrible incidents of violence.
When Mays finally confessed, 19 months after killing the daughters of two of his neighbors, it was hard to reconcile his words with the natural order of things.
Children playing in their suburban home on a summer day do not have cause for serious worry, especially with an older brother just across the street, a mother three doors down. That's why people moved there. Nobody in the neighborhood could fathom that degree of evil in their midst.
"You're on your own street, and your daughter is playing with a neighbor a few doors down in the middle of the day in July, and she ends up stabbed to death?" said Lyn McClellan, who prosecuted Mays. "You've gotta be kidding me. That just doesn't compute."
Mays helped teach Houston that safety is a myth. On July 20, 1992, hours after being fired from the latest in a string of failed jobs, he stabbed and slashed 7-year-old Kynara Carreiro 23 times, five times in the face. Kristin Wiley, her 10-year-old friend, was stabbed 18 times. Both were stabbed in the eyes. Neither girl was sexually assaulted.
Kynara's father, Robert, has long anticipated the day when Mays has to pay for what he did.
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GAD. Talk about living too close to the edge, bro... Hmmm. Wonder why he got fired. Mebbe the boss saw the writing on the wall?
In reading this, I don't notice one word of remorse, of guilt for murdering two little girls. He'd had such a bad day, you see, and the older one smarted off to him after he'd entered the house without permission and went upstairs. I mean, it was such a bad day for him, doncha understand? < /sarcasm>
Part of the definition of a sociopath is that they are unable to feel anything for anyone else. Just the sociopath is all that matters, the feelings of others don't register. He even brought a chair out to his front lawn to watch the show as the police were frantically investigating and the the girls' families were in broken-hearted grief and horror. He'd had such a bad day...