WHEN THE cop first laid eyes on Sakinah Robinson last August, he thought she was dead.
Her wrists and ankles were tightly bound to the four corners of a soiled bed. Except for a urine-soaked adult diaper, she was naked.
Sgt. William McNamee saw raw burn marks on her right shoulder, cuts, bruises and burns of varying sizes and shades on her face, chest, abdomen and legs. Her emaciated body was etched with wounds. She lay motionless, her head tilted to the side; her eyes open, but vacant.
The cop moved closer. “Hi,” she said, startling him.
“Oh, my God, she’s alive!” McNamee told his lieutenant before he cut her free.
Robinson, 37, was the perfect victim.
She couldn’t care for herself physically or financially. She was intellectually disabled with limited verbal skills, hidden from neighbors and unable to seek help. A forgotten soul. Read more »