Terrie Robinson Slow Cooks Her Son
Greenville, Mississippi One of my greatest accomplishments was impressing a couple of black women with my culinary prowess in the deep South. Believe me, it’s a moment I’ll not forget for quite some time. These women took everything they did seriously, especially cooking. I’d spent months attempting to prove my worth as a supervisor with these two which was no easy task; I’d never folded a fitted sheet properly (strike one) and I’d never put a grit or a collard green in my mouth (strikes two – ten). So when it came to a potluck dinner, I kept my contribution a top secret thinking if it were a complete failure, I could ditch it and go to Piggly Wiggly or Winn Dixie and pick up a nice dessert. But I persevered and not only did I win respect in the kitchen, they shared a few tips in preparing the true Southern delicacies. I listened enthusiastically. I knew I’d never use a single one of them – I didn’t care for grits – I loathed collard and turnip greens – but the manner in which they spoke displayed sheer unadulterated passion for their time in the kitchen. As one would start to share, the other would nod in agreement and sing praises to the Lord. I learned how prideful the true Southern women were about their food and I learned a true meal is something that cannot be thrown together on a whim. It’s worked for, it’s lovingly prepared, and it takes a great deal of time. Which leads me to Terrie Robinson. As I write, I’m imagining the conversation I’d be having with Miss Mackannie and Miss Hannah regarding Robinson’s culinary contribution. I think it’s safe to say these ladies had cooked up just about everything under the sun but it’s equally safe to say I don’t think they’d ever cooked up one of their children.
Police responded to Terrie Robinson’s residence shortly after midnight for an undisclosed reason. It’s unclear what led them to the kitchen. Maybe Terrie was acting strangely, maybe her young daughter said something, maybe the smell emitting triggered a friendly conversation. Whatever transpired, it led the police to open the oven door and find Terrie’s 3-year-old son. Charred and still warm.
Little Tristen Robinson appeared to have some head trauma but an autopsy has been ordered to determine if he’d died due to that or if he died through the slow roasting setting he was apparently on.
Before everyone starts hating on Terrie, her sister wants us all to take pause and not judge her sister. “She was a great parent, a good person. We don’t know what’s wrong. We don’t know what happened. Do not sit there and call her a bad mom cause that’s not what she is.” Mmmmkay, Sherrie. I haven’t spent a lot of time in Mississippi but I can pretty much define a “great parent” as one who spends quality time with their child/children. A great parent may read their child “Hansel and Gretel”, not act it out for real. A great parent takes time to cook their children supper, not cook their children…for any reason.
Terrie Robinson (24) has been arrested for murdering her son and is planned to be arraigned today, March 3rd. It’s unclear whether she’s being represented by an attorney.