Imprisoned and indicted for “murder of an ascendant”, for having killed his mother with three revolver shots, on February 5, 2022, in Ruy-Montceau (Isère), Alain C., 55, sought to justify his act, in a few hesitant words. ” My mom… I did it for her. She didn’t want any more. I went to the end. It’s very difficult. I have the images permanently in my head”, he confided between two sobs, at the hearing of the Grenoble investigation chamber, Thursday February 17, 2022.
His metallic voice, transmitted by videoconference, filled the courtroom with silence. On the screen, suspended in the corner of the courtroom, we saw this pale man, with a receding hairline, sitting alone in a prison room. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, and dropped his arms along his body, placing his fate in the hands of the three magistrates, seized of his request for release. Their deliberation is set for Thursday, February 24.
For his lawyer, the case calls for an essential debate on the end of life. “He measured the increasingly unworthy situation of his mother on a daily basis. He witnessed a process of dehumanization. He responded to her request to end it. This crime of love must question the whole society”, said to World Me Laurent Bohe.
“Promise me to live after”
The drama broke out with a call to the gendarmerie alert centre. “I just killed my mother who is elderly because I couldn’t take it anymore, she was in an impossible state”, admits a man panting. While the gendarme warns his hierarchy, the interlocutor seems to be addressing the victim: “My mum, don’t blame me my mum. » When they arrived, the gendarmes discovered Paulette, 95, sitting in the living room, on the first floor of the house, her chest hit by three projectiles. His son surrenders, hands up. In police custody, Alain C. claims that his mother asked him to end his life.
It restores their final dialogue. “She said to me: ‘You’re unhappy, it’s my fault.’ I replied: “Mom, I’m unhappy, I can’t anymore, I can’t see you like that anymore.” She said: “I want to leave, I’m sick of it, I want to leave, I can’t take it anymore.” I replied: “Are you sure, you want to leave? I’m going to make you go mommy.” »
The son says he first mixed anxiolytics with syrup in a glass of water. His mother would have agreed to drink, begging him: “Promise me to live after, promise me. » After three-quarters of an hour, he applied his hands to his sleeping mother’s face, then a rag. As she began to breathe again, he opted to use a gun. He took a Manurhin 357 Magnum, one of nine legally owned guns in his sport shooter collection. After the point-blank shots at the level of the heart, he stored the blood-stained revolver in a safe. He washed his arm and his face. Then he called a friend, to plan to take care of the cat.
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