Couty Alexander; Couty & Christa Alexander
Livingston Parish, LA â€“ On the surface, Couty Lamar Alexander looked like such a nice young man. Definitely a church-going young man. Back in 2004, he was part of team of youngsters who traveled to Jamaica to conduct Vacation Bible Schools. Afterward, he said, â€œIt was a wonderful mission field experience. The kids we worked with were great. I canâ€™t wait to go back and see the kids again.â€ Donâ€™t know if he got to return to Jamaica to see the kids again, but as of last week, he had a special child to think aboutâ€”his own. Married at the beginning of March, he and Christa Ann (nee Baker) were expecting a baby in December. Looking at the pictures of Christa on Coutyâ€™s MySpace, itâ€™s easy to imagine a dark-haired, fair-skinned baby with her motherâ€™s sweet face and smile. Itâ€™s also easy to imagine that baby growing up to conduct Vacation Bible Schools in another country just like Daddy did, since both Christa and Couty grew up in God-fearing homes and were active in their Missionary Baptist church.
In addition to his new bride and church activities, Couty recently completed paramedic school and was employed by Acadian Ambulance as an EMT. I donâ€™t know at what level he was certified, but I know if I fell down the stairs or started having chest pains, Iâ€™d be damn happy to have him show up to get me to the hospital. Letâ€™s face it, an EMT can be the difference between life and death, so I can see myself thinking of him as a true blessing while he splinted my leg or got the bleeding stopped. Couty mustâ€™ve been pretty proud, too, based on the number of pictures he has on MySpace of his classmates and coworkers.
Allow me a quick detour, folks. You know it as well as I doâ€”lots of public servants have a sort of split life. Think about the cops and firefighters you know or have heard about. Their jobs are hard in ways most of us never have to deal withâ€”getting to know the local psych ward candidates, talking down the chick who is on suicide attempt Number 7, understanding that Bubbaâ€™s promise to lay off whateverâ€™s killing him is just empty air, knowing that if the little girl you just interviewed were you own daughter, youâ€™d wind up with your hands around someoneâ€™s throatâ€¦you get my point. Sameâ€™s true of EMTs. You hear about them developing a special bond with one another and relying on dark and/or raunchy humor to help get them through the day.
Coutyâ€™s MySpace appears to be a reflection of the professional side of his life, since pretty much all his friends there are EMTs. And, yeah, maybe thereâ€™s a few slightly risquÃ© comments, some references to boozeâ€”nothing alarming, but not really what youâ€™d expect from a young man living a Christ-centered life.
Now, 99% of the time, everything Iâ€™ve written up till now would be neither here nor there. Nice young man raised in the church with a beautiful Christian bride, soon to be a father, and having dedicated his professional life to doing good for others. Who cares if his MySpaceâ€”which completely lacks any reference to his Christian life and doesnâ€™t even feature his wife as a friendâ€”suggests that when heâ€™s on the job he adopts a slightly different and more accessible persona, maybe worries a little less about a dirty joke or two? Right. Nobody would care. Hell, how many of you reading this have a MySpace profile on which your age is slightly, ahem, deflated? Nobody would care, except that what happened this past Saturday has a lot of people wondering what the fuck was going on with Couty Alexander.
On Saturday evening, while Christa Alexander was gathering clothing for church from her closet, her husband of three months went from being a nice guy to a cold-blooded murdering sonofabitch. Because what Couty did was shoot his 24-year-old pregnant wife in the back of the head with a nine-millimeter pistol. In the back of the head. Did you get that? He shot her in the head, from behind. If this were a novel, weâ€™d say he shot her EXECUTION STYLE. And then? Then, he went to work. A twelve-hour shift as an EMT. Somewhere in Louisiana are people who worked with and people who were cared for by Couty Alexander in the 12 hours after he shot his pregnant wife to death from behind. I would fucking hate to be one of those people today, because thatâ€™s just creepy.
We might not know any of this except for the fact that Couty turns out to be not only a cold-blooded murdering sonofabitch but also a pretty damn stupid cold-blooded murdering sonofabitch. Once he finished his shift and got back home, he dialed 911 and reported that heâ€™d returned home to find his wife dead. Dude. Youâ€™re an EMT? Did you pay any attention? Are you not aware that time of death can be pinpointed? Naw, he ransacked the house and claimed it was a burglary gone awry and even went so far as to tell police heâ€™d sold a nine-millimeter pistol to some guy named Steve the previous Friday. Alas for Couty, the authorities werenâ€™t buying it. On Sunday, he admitted to shooting Christa. He currently is charged with second-degree murder, first-degree feticide, and obstruction of justice.
As is so often the case, itâ€™s the why that gets me. Why, Couty, why? What could be so horribly wrong in a four-month old marriage that the solution is a bullet? It seems unlikely that after so short a time and while expecting a child, Christa would be planning to leave you. Even if there were problems, there are your families, your church fellowship, your colleagues, somebody couldâ€™ve helped, if youâ€™d asked. Why didnâ€™t you ask?
Funeral services for Christa are Thursday at TrinityBaptistChurch in Abita Springs.
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