Were Paul Cox's Parents Responsible For What He Did????????????? Absolutely!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                   Paul Cox, a native of Larchmont, New York,--a place I wanted to live at at one time, because there resided, next to each other, The Kerrs (Walter, the drama critic, and Jean, the author of "Please Don't Eat The Daisies," among others, and the Killileas, whose matriarch, Marie, wrote two books about her disabled child overcoming adversity, "Karen!" and "With Love, From Karen!"--was a troubled soul, who had the disadvantage of growing up in a self-righteous, Right Wing, Irish Catholic family.  This meant there was not much hope for him.  First, among this tribe, is there any other kind, than self-righteous and Right Wing?  And second, the Coxes had six other children, so a troubled soul could not be bothered with, let alone helped, when a couple, as this one was, was trying to ascend the social scale of Larchmont!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                    As a result, they could not be bothered about Paul's troubles in school; they thought, he was just a difficult, unruly kid. What is interesting was, as things got worse, and the drinking started at thirteen, when  his parents finally took him to a psychiatrist, he was diagnosed with a learning disability that had gone unnoticed, but, had it, might have enabled Paul to overcome his deficiencies in school, found a niche, and achieved success.  But he did not, and the ones he saw responsible, and held mounting resentment for this, were his parents.

                      Had Paul murdered them, I would have found the whole thing more understandable. But he did not, and the Coxes had better realize how lucky they are, because it is without question they were the intended target.

                        When Paul had been born, his parents had been living on a less tony street in Larchmont. There is evidence that he was a happy child there. When he was older, they moved to a more upscale region, near the water, and he was not happy leaving that house.  Which makes what happened have an odd  kind of synchronicity.

                             On the night of December 31, 1988, going into January 1, 1989, Paul and his friends were out binge drinking.  Paul got so drunk he smashed a car into a road handle, and then walked away in a stupor.  While he was in this state, he walked home, and, not fully realizing what he was doing (but realizing to some extent) walked, not to the home, where he lived, but to his former childhood home, on Lincoln Street. Currently, there resided an Indian family, The Chervus, a husband and wife couple, both of whom were doctors.  Several years before, when Paul was an innocent looking teen, he went to his childhood home and asked Mrs. Chervu if he could have another look at the place he'd been born and raised in. She coldly refused. The bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                               Because he was in such an alcoholic blackout, on the night in question he went into what he must have thought at the time was his childhood home, so the couple that he slew he in rage he thought were his parents. Only they weren't.  Too bad, in a way.

                                  The case went unsolved in years, till Cox joined AA and began sobering out. He began having nightmares and flashbacks to this incident, whereupon he realized that he was responsible. But, instead of turning himself in, he shared this at a meeting, not knowing what to do. Someone in the group went to the police and told them.  Now, I know this is a controversial act, considering the question of anonymity in the 12 step group community, but I don't care--if someone openly confesses to a murder or rape or molestation, someone in that group should have enough moral conscience to tell.  I certainly would, and I applaud the person in Cox's group who did.

                                    So, now, the scum is behind bars for two twenty five year terms. That is pretty much the rest of his life, so he is off the street.  As for his parents, they stood by him, realizing he is sick, and is where he belongs.

                                     Too bad they did not get him the help he needed when young. They might have avoided all this, and the Chervus might still be alive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!