The Disappearance of Willie Bingham

I remember two Willie Binghams

One, pasty-faced with fear after the sentence was read...

and the other

after the series of amputations

The first is now blurred by the painfully sharp focus of the second.

I was the very first surgical supervisor

appointed under the State's revised stance on Capital Crime.

My job...

to see that medical protocol was followed.

That inmates would not suffer any more than the usual

post-surgical discomforts.

You're gonna remove my hand!?

That's correct.

NO WAY!

Well, you are a murderer Mr Bingham.

Oi! Warden!

Oi!!

No Sir. THAT IS NOT FAIR!!

I killed that girl, but that weren't me alright.

It was the booze.

and the drugs.

They cooked up somethin' awful.

They're sayin' I mutilated her...I never.

The first surgery is largely symbolic.

Symbolic? Correct.

Well, piece of cake then. Nothing to worry about huh?

Well, I'm here to make sure you suffer no more pain than is necessary.

Why don't they just do what they used to do huh?

Just... EXECUTE ME!!

Once and for all.

You're to be made a national example.

Your chance for recompense.

It's expected that the reduction should cease by the second or third surgery.

Third??

Come on, come on.

Cover please.

Surviving family members determine how far the surgeries will go.

Proceed.

This is what my criminal ways got me.

You best all mind yourselves kids. Huh!

'Cause you don't want this.

No.

YOU DON'T EVER WANT THIS!!

Okay mark it.

In March, they removed Mr Bingham's right arm and his left leg.

Proceed.

You may proceed.

Mr Bingham.

Don't hurt none.

Where's me supervisor?

As Mr Bingham's procedure advanced...

He was exhibited to the more difficult cases in the under-funded state-run high schools.

His hands...