By Michelle McKee
The ax has been falling this week at the Discovery Channel as up to 30 people have reportedly lost their jobs due to the failing economy. David Lohr, a long-time advocate for the missing on his Criminal Report Daily blog, is among those to go. While it is not the first shake up to go down at Discovery, this one is a major one, and it seems counterproductive to Discovery’s goals to get rid of a journalist and investigative reporter of Lohr’s caliber. Advertising revenue will be lost if the blog goes down, David’s large fan base will look elsewhere to find their information and, most importantly, the families of those with missing loved ones will have lost an important venue with integrity and crediblity from where they can reach out to others.
This is a major disappointment to readers, and a major setback to the genre of honest and forthright true crime reporting. No one knows, of course, which direction Discovery and their subsidiary brand, Investigation Discovery, will go without the high-quality people like David Lohr that have been axed, but it almost certainly will not be upward. Those who are of a mind to express their opinion over Discovery’s cuts can go here to do so.
Whether it will do any good remains to be seen, but it certainly can’t hurt to let the powers-that-be know how their readers and viewers think and feel about the decisions that have been made this week.
“The truth, however, is not changeable”
- Pat Brown, self-titled criminal profiler, TV taking head regularly seen on Nancy Grace, the Today Show and others. Self-appointed international expert on criminal psychology, behavior profiling, investigational procedure, evidence collection, interview techniques, crime scene analysis, suspect profiling, victim psychology. Frequently witnessed playing the blame game; tends to blame victims for being victims.
The Innocent
“I am writing on behalf of victims of rape […].”
“I began to wonder if Lisa had really been a victim of rape of [sic] this was merely a publicity ruse to sell books and get on the good side of victim’s organizations.
She was walking home from school when she was snatched from a San Antonio, Texas street by two paint sniffing high school dropouts looking for a good time, at someone else’s expense. Abducted and taken to Corpus Christi, she was held for three days and repeatedly raped by her captors. She was seventeen and this was her first sexual experience.
They had taken her to a beach and while there she managed to escape and run screaming away from them. However, several beachgoers ignored her cries and pleas for help, mistaking her for just another drunken college girl. Her rapists woke up, chased her down and proceeded to tell onlookers that all was well, she was with them. They reclaimed their victim and continued with their assault, again repeatedly raping her.
She was eventually released, but not before a demand for ransom was made. The F.B.I was called in and her father, with several thousands of dollars contained within a briefcase, was flown via helicopter from King Ranch to the beach where his daughter was being held by her kidnappers. Instructions had been given to leave the briefcase in a phone booth, the drop was made and a high-speed chase ensued. Both individuals were caught, charged, went to trial, were convicted and sentenced.
She moved on with her life and for more than 10-years never spoke of what had happened during those three days to anyone. Not until she met a man who would later become her husband. Although she was able to open up to him, she still rarely spoke of it to anyone else, until he began working on a project that struck a cord with her. He was writing a book about a man who had been convicted of raping two women and was inexplicably released from prison ten years early. She decided then that if she spoke out about her rape perhaps it would help other women who had suffered through the similar experience.
She and her husband had been together for ten yeas but were married for less than two. It was April 2002 and they would be celebrating their second wedding anniversary soon. They were living in Los Angeles but preparing to move back to Texas. That previous December her husband had suffered an arterial fibrillation and was now also struggling with panic attacks. He wanted to move back home to San Antonio.
On Friday, April 26th; he took her to the airport and, expecting that they’d see each other again in just a few days, kissed her good-bye. She was going to San Antonio in order to participate in six job interviews. The hope was that she’d be able to find something quickly so that she and her husband could move back home to Texas. She was a business manager / tax attorney / CPA for Ernst & Young and worked as a business manager for several of the top Hollywood celebrities including Russell Crowe, Kim Basinger, Ellen Degeneres, Anne Heche, Dyan Cannon, Charlie Sheen, Paul Reiser, and more. But she willingly gave it all up. Gave up the six-figure income, the high profile career, all so that she could take care of her husband, and because they had decided that hey wanted to try and have babies.
By Saturday night she had two job offers. She would be making the same amount of money that she had been making in LA and would be working 20-hours less for it. However, she never made the return flight back to celebrate her good news with her husband.
At 7pm Sunday night, April 28th, at the age of 38, Lisa Mitchell died at her parent’s home of Sudden Arrhythmic Death Syndrome. She had just returned from an interview and was sitting in bed getting ready to have dinner with her parents. There was no negative heart history in her family so it came as a complete and utter shock. Her medical examiner, Jan C. Garavaglia (AKA "Dr. G. - Medical Examiner"), was stumped and needed three other M.E.s to confer with her as to what caused her death. Needless to say, everyone was crushed.
“Corey may well have adored Lisa and been an excellent husband. I am just trying to determine if there is any truth that she was a rape victim. ”
The Blog
A few weeks after In Cold Blog was launched Corey extended an invitation to me to join as a writer. He said it was only a small spot, just for months that had a 31st day. I was honored to be invited. I still feel that way. After all, Andy Kahan writes here and Andy is my hero.
I thought Corey was taking a chance by bringing me to In Cold Blog as a writer. He didn’t know me. We had just met and that was only by way of true crime and the Internet. He had no idea if I could actually write anything beyond a vitriolic email or blog comment. However, for whatever reason, he trusted that I could, and I am grateful for that. Corey was so trusting of me that it wasn’t until after he formerly invited me to ICB and I accepted that he thought to talk to one of his colleagues, someone whom we both knew, and see if they’d be willing to vouch for me. Corey also didn’t have a problem with my assertive and sometimes aggressive, sometimes scathing do not screw with me attitude. Nor did he seem to care that I had a vocabulary of expletives that far outdid George Carlin’s seven dirty words. As opposed to others with a more delicate constitution, Corey didn’t find it made me less of a human being or feel the need to scold me while wagging a finger in my face as though I were a child.
When I initially met Corey I had no idea he had been married before. But then why would I? There was no reason for me to know and I don’t tend to ask personal questions of others, especially when I first meet them. Not even about their families. So, it wasn’t until I requested Corey as a friend on MySpace and then read a note he had posted to Lisa that I realized he was a widower. While I thought that it was sad he had lost his wife while they were both so young, I never asked him what had happened. It wasn’t my business and if eventually he wanted me to know, he would tell me.
I was dealing with a lot of issues both personal and professional. There were plenty of days I wasn’t able to post. Corey was never anything other than understanding. Even though it seemed that I was never able to fulfill by obligation to him by posting, he was never anything other than kind. Never once did he take me to task or pressure me to put something on the blog. Eight months after inviting me to join ICB, Corey asked me if I would be interested in running the blog for him while he finished his book. That was in March of 2008 and he has never lost faith in my management of his site, nor have the individuals who write here; despite having received emails from author Kathryn Casey stating that being linked to In Cold Blog while I run it is a career killer.
One of the things that I didn’t expect to find when I came to ICB was that authors have their own drama. The extent that some of these “professionals” will go in order to try and ruin a colleague’s day, or reputation, can be staggering at times. Most of the writers I know avoid being sucked into the drama cesspool. They find paying attention to any of it to be distracting and counter productive. It takes away from the business at hand, which is writing a story about someone else’s drama.
Becoming involved can also lead to burning ones bridges. When trying to promote one’s book it’s important to network with those who might be able to help you spread the word. Cutting off ones nose to spite their face is not a good idea when you’re an author, even if you believe your colleague is a blood sucking, ambulance chasing opportunist who is draining the life out of the genre. Better to smile and say, “I respect your work,” which literally translated means “I think you’re an untalented pain in the ass. Having to share shelf space with you makes me want to hurl and the only reason that I’m even acknowledging you is because it’s in MY best interest to do so.”
So, while the wiser writers refuse to take part in any such nonsense, like with everything there’s always two or three people who stand out as exceptions and rather than avoid drama they set about to create it.
The Vilification
“I am not claiming Lisa was not a rape victim. I am just researching the matter to be sure that my concerns are justified in this matter. Corey himself researches the truth behind certain issues and I am sure some family members and friends of those he has contacted also may have been equally upset at such research.”
The difference that Pat Brown fails to acknowledge in her research of Lisa Mitchell’s rape and the type of research Corey conducts for his books is that Corey is hired to write about whomever it is he is researching. It’s part and parcel of the process. He is paid to write books and in order to do his job he must do research, some of which entails contacting people directly and inquiring if they would be willing to talk to him. Pat Brown has not been hired by any party to investigate whether or not Lisa Mitchell was raped, either before or after Mrs. Mitchell’s death. Pat Brown, a self-proclaimed behavior and criminal analyst, without regard to the impact upon those who have mourned Lisa’s passing, felt that as a stranger she had the right to inquire as to whether or not Lisa’s rape was a lie. She felt justified, based on her self-proclaimed status as a criminal profiler, to intrude into the most painful and traumatic portion of the life of a woman who could no longer defend herself or her husband; a victim who could no longer even utter the words “No. Stop. Don’t.”
Pat Brown willfully used her title as a criminal profiler to justify violating the personal boundaries of both the living and the dead. She set out to investigate Lisa Mitchell of her own accord and she did it because she had a personal issue with Lisa’s widowed husband, Corey Mitchell.
Her vendetta against Corey was such that it compelled her, by her own admittance, to use Internet search engines to find information about Corey, which then directed her to a review for one of his books on Amazon where she discovered that his wife, Lisa, had been a victim of a sexual assault. Pat Brown, the professional, the woman who wants the entire country to trust her, then used the information she found on Amazon about Lisa Mitchell, threw it into Google and was led to the virtual funeral site set up for her by those who were grief stricken by loss. From there Pat Brown read the guestbook and retrieved email addresses for Lisa’s mourners. She then used that information to contact those individuals and ask if their deceased friend had actually been raped or if it was a publicity hoax initiated by Corey for his own personal gain.
There is no justification for Pat Brown to take it upon herself to play investigator and start looking into any aspect of Corey Mitchell’s personal life over his preference in entertainment, his taste in music or what he posts on his blog. Let alone to stoop to such a disrespectful level and intrude into the grief of others by sending off emails to long time friends of the Mitchell’s inquiring as to whether Lisa, a woman who is no longer even able to defend herself or her husband ,had actually been raped.
When a response from one of Lisa’s mourners was not what Pat wanted to hear she moved on to Corey’s charities. She began contacting those whom Corey had written about supporting. She sent these organizations emails assailing Corey’s character and demanding that they take a stand either for or against him based on his work and his preferences in music and film, ending her emails with a passive aggressive statement, “If [you] do not see this as a problem I would like to know I am overreacting.”
Her behavior has been outlandish at the least, and at the most should be considered criminal when her vendetta driven hate for Corey Mitchell climaxed into her stalking one of Corey’s friends. Not being one to know when it’s time to stop, like an evil Energizer bunny on steroids, Pat Brown kept on going until she was able to identify the woman's real name. She then identified that woman by name on the Women In Crime Ink blog and linked that identification to the pseudonym that she used, without a second thought towards whether doing so could compromise the individual's safety. It didn't matter. All that mattered to Pat was Pat, and her hatred for Corey and anyone who supported him.
To be continued… Sphere: Related Content
Denver, CO police disregarded the notion that an assailant had attacked Mrs. I. Ruby in her fourth floor hotel room, slashing her repeatedly and leaving her to die. They had found the door to her hotel room locked from the inside, and the razor used to inflict the deadly wounds present at the scene.
Police questioned the injured woman as to why she had desired to inflict such bodily harm upon herself. However, the bleeding and bloodied Mrs. Ruby denied having a hand in any of it.
Having received 100 cuts and slashes to her body, Mrs. Ruby died shortly after arriving at the hospital. Police ruled her death a suicide.
It is the belief of the American people that Freedom of Speech is the cornerstone to a free society. The ability to freely express oneself is a so fundamentally important to the American people that we consider the ability to do so, unrestricted by government, an essential right as a human being and have illustrated that ideal by enumerating this Right in the 1st Amendment of the United States Constitution.
We are guaranteed in the United States the right to be able to state that which is unpopular, to produce material which some may deem inappropriate and even objectionable, and to speak out against actions of our government without fear of reprisal. In America, it’s okay to voice your opinion against anything and everything, without fear of oppression.
The Founding Father’s had enough foresight to know that it was not going to be popular speech which would need protecting. It would be dissenting speech, vocalizations which no one agreed with that would be at risk of being silenced, as well as those who would dare to publish such speech. Freedom of the press is an essential element of a free society.
These freedoms that I speak of, America’s sons and daughters have fought and died for them, and they are freedoms in which their very existence is continually challenged in our country every day.
The true importance of fighting to ensure that the rights of our people under the 1st Amendment are upheld and will continue to remain intact appears to fall short on some of my countrymen and women. It is distressing. There are members of the American public who believe that arbitrarily shutting down these freedoms is an appropriate measure when one’s own personal sensibilities and independent ideas of morality are offended. I believe that such willful shredding of the United States Constitution and America’s values is about as unpatriotic and anti-American as one can get. My first thought is to shuttle these folks off to the Middle East where attempting to exercise freedom of speech might just result in being decapitated, hung, impaled, or set afire. I have no love for any of my countrymen who wish to urinate on our Constitution’s Bill of Rights, and I have no problem tossing in for a plane ticket to a very large sand dune outside of our already burgeoning borders if they dislike the ideals that America stands for.
If I am offended by material that is produced - and believe me I have come across plenty of material that I have found to be disgusting and which has offended me on every level - I have the freedom to not view or listen to it. And I have the ability to do this without imposing my will onto others and calling for the removal of that person’s rights and freedoms. I am not being forced to listen, read, or view anything I do not want to. The TV still has an off switch and no one has stuck duct tape to my eyelids and forced me to watch A Clockwork Orange or Deep Throat.
For the last year I have kept an eye out for a 1st Amendment fighter that pulled no punches. I didn’t want some phony baloney pontificating buffoon. I didn’t want some blowhard in a new dress and a set of Lee Press-on-Nails. I wanted the real deal. I wanted someone who had actually fought for their rights, not a sweet little faux freedom fighter in a pair of granny glasses. I wanted the biggest, most controversial, most hardcore 1st Amendment badass I could find.
I’d like to introduce you to In Cold Blog’s newest contributor, Hart D. Fisher.
If you are a regular reader of In Cold Blog you may have noticed that over the last couple of weeks I have been leading up to Hart’s actual introduction. There is a reason for the slow steady pace. Wanting to gently lead you to the water, but taking care not shove your head under the surface until bubbles come out of your nose. I thought that perhaps when one is about to introduce a writer to regular readers and that writer’s professional portfolio contains credits for the production of pornography (yes, adult movies; naked people having sex) it may be prudent to break said writer out slowly. Just so as not to shock the more gentle readers right out of their granny panties and straight into a pair of Depends. Especially when the brand of porn produced resides within the horror genre. I know, horror porn, who knew?
Having authored Poems for the Dead, Fisher is an acclaimed poet, a savage spoken word performer and a sharp new voice in the world of death metal music videos; he’s directed cutting edge videos for international death metal legends Obituary and the kings of black metal, Dark Funeral. Fisher is also involved in projects with hardcore horror metal superstar Glenn Danzig.
Currently the subject of a new documentary, Hart D. Fisher and the Untold Story of Boneyard Press, directed by horror sensation Roger “Nobody Loves Alice” Scheck, Fisher has been writing, directing, and producing two European television shows, American Horrors (broadcast in over 17 different countries) and Flowers on the Razorwire, while running his post production house Crime Pays Inc. He has also been preparing his directorial debut for its international television premier on American Horrors and its DVD release here in the states this summer, a film about a serial killer called The Garbage Man. The Garbage Man has been an official selection of film festivals around the world and garnered rave reviews, including praise from the likes of Fangoria's Tony Timpone and Rue Morgue Magazine.
Fisher’s opinions on serial killers and serial killer culture have been sought by numerous television producers for programs such as ABC's DayOne, CNN's Murder By Numbers, Entertainment Tonight, Larry King Live, The Jerry Springer Show, CNN Headline News, A&E's Biography, and in magazines such as Time, Tattoo Savage, Hero Illustrated, People, The Comics Journal, and the non-fiction best seller The A-Z Guide to Serial Killers, to name only a few.
To say that Hart Fisher is hardcore to the extreme would probably be a gross understatement. He has been called the "scariest man in comics" and "the most dangerous man in America." Not just due to the horror factor involved in the material he produces, but because he will take his work to the extreme and push the envelope on the boundaries of freedom of expression beyond that which many are comfortable with. His work has been banned and pulled from the shelves. People have literally tried to blackball this guy, they like him so much.
In fact, Capital Distribution, who was the 2nd largest comic distributor, took censoring Hart’s material to an entirely different level and opted for a book burning, of sorts. Although Capital Distribution had received orders for over 1,500 copies of Hart’s comic books, which they paid him for, rather than fulfill the orders and ship the books to the various retailers Capital made the decision to destroy them.
Called one of the "100 Most Important People In The Comics Industry" by Hero Illustrated, Hart D. Fisher has probably been the most universally despised individual who has ever set foot in adult theme comics, let alone within in the crime genre itself. As the controversial publisher behind Boneyard Press, Fisher created Jeffrey Dahmer: An Unauthorized Biography of a Serial Killer, A comic book that started a firestorm which brought death threats, stalkers, lawsuits, protest marches, and a SWAT team to his door, along with a request by the local police to leave town. And when local media reported on Fisher’s whereabouts and announced that he would be out of town attending a Fangoria convention, a CBS news crew arrived at Hart’s home to interview him and found that those who opposed his work had taken advantage of Fisher's absence, kicked in the door to his home and robbed him.
A favorite target of talk shows at the time of the Dahmer comic controversy, Fisher was not only defending his right to publish material that the family members of Jeffrey Dahmer’s victims found objectionable, he was also attending a murder trial. Hart Fisher absolutely knows what it’s like to be a victim and suffer through the horrific murder of a loved one. Michelle, his girlfriend and the love of his life at the time, had been raped and murdered. While he defended his rights in front of a national audience Hart Fisher was suffering in his own private Hell.
Family members of the victim’s of Jeffrey Dahmer sat in the audience of these shows berating Fisher for exercising his freedom of speech, actively attempting to take measures to silence him, and hurled insults that the material he produced was evidence that Fisher was deviant, evil and reflected that he simply was not a very good person. But they didn't stop there. During breaks in the taping of these shows, the same family members would regale Hart with remarks of how glad they were that his girlfriend had been murdered, that they hoped it hurt, and that she should have been raped twice. There is certainly something offensive here, but it has nothing to do with the material that Hart Fisher created!
As managing editor of Glenn Danzig’s publishing company Verotik, Fisher created a comic book murder story, Verotika #4, “A Taste of Cherry,” that was considered to be so offensive and obscene it shut down Planet Comics in Oklahoma City in the early 90’s and the work was banned. It is still banned in that state today.
Hart Fisher produces the type of material that members of the morality police generally object to. His work is considered by some to be vile and offensive, and it is exactly the type of unpopular speech that is at the forefront of assaults by the so called moral majority against our Constitutional liberties. It is the type of material that is typically blamed for various public ills and criminal activity. After all, we already know what the Uptight Ninny Brigade has to say about sex crimes, metal music and video games. Fisher has fought for his right as an American citizen to exercise his freedom of speech – and he has lost. I can’t think of anyone more equipped to talk about censorship, morality gone wrong, exploitation, and the removal of one’s Constitutional guarantee of freedom than Hart D. Fisher.
Welcome to the razor’s edge!
Hart’s first post at ICB will appear on Monday, February 9th.
By Michelle McKee
Grab your asbestos knickers, ladies, the hyperventilating is about to begin!
According to the Uniform Crime Reports published by the FBI, the arrests of juveniles for murder has increased 26.1 percent since 2005, and the 2008 data isn’t even out yet. Are we going to see yet another increase in the number of “teen killers” arrested in the United States? If any clue can be taken from what has been reported in the news over the last year, it looks likely that the trend will continue.
And some of these murders are taking on increasingly bizarre twists, in some cases ritualistic aspects, which on the surface appear to be related to the sub-culture these teens belong. Take the murderers of Matthew Silliman and Billy Lee Black, for example.
Matthew Silliman was lured to an abandoned trailer by four of his friends and then suffocated. Drew Logan Shaw, Allegra Rose Dahlquist, Aadil Shaaid Kahn, and Ryan Patrick Hare are alleged to have hatched an intricate plan to murder the 18-year old Silliman. Included in the evidence collected from the crime scene was Potassium Bromide and Diazapam, syringes, along with burned incense and ashes. After reading Silliman his fortune with tarot cards, his mouth was duct taped, he was bound, and then beat in the head with a hammer. The manner of his death has been said to be eerily reminiscent of lyrics found in songs by the Insane Clown Posse.
Billy Lee Black was found Halloween morning in an alley near his home, he had been stabbed multiple times. Charged with solicitation of first-degree murder is his 16-year daughter, Danielle Black. She had asked a schoolmate to kill her father, but a third person, Alec Eger, stands accused of committing the crime. Danielle alleged that her father had been abusing her, but police have not substantiated the accusation. Black is alleged to have been part of a group of teens that would cut themselves and suck each other’s blood
I recently had an opportunity to speak with award-winning investigative journalist and author M. William Phelps about his views on the motivating factors influencing today’s teens towards what is an obvious escalation in the commission of murder by juveniles.
What is it that interests you about these "teen killer" cases?
MWP: What interests me about the Matthew Sillman and Danielle Black cases in particular is the culture, mainly. In the Silliman matter, what led four friends to kill their peer? Matthew Sillman seemed like a normal teenager who, like most, was heading into his rebellious years. I've been speaking with some of the teens involved in that group of kids Sillman hung with. Why has the society these kids were raised in let them down--and why have they turned to violence? These are important questions. Teenage angst has gone today from fists fights to means of violence few of us can comprehend. How has murder become an answer to solving teen social issues? Most would be shocked to hear what kids today are truly involved in. Every time we mention video games or drugs or violence on television as a motivation for this madness, part of the liberal and conservative public winces, and doesn't seem to want to face up to the fact that we've created the stage for these kids and given them the skills to act out. Why is evil answered with more intense evil? These are questions I'd like to explore in a book about the Sillman case.
What do you believe is the driving force enabling teens today to actively engage in the premeditated planning and carrying out of wanton, willful murder?
MWP: This dark culture that Sillman, his so-called friends, and other teens across the nation are involved in, is part of the driving force behind a new wave of violence we’re seeing. Kids used to fist fight in the park when a disagreement arose; now they want a deeper, more meaningful and personal means to revenge. I think MySpace and Facebook have, in some way, contributed to this. Think about it. On the Internet a kid can project any image of him/herself he or she wants to. You look at some of these social networking pages and you see a deep-seated need for what? Acceptance. A generation ago, you could hardly find a kid with a tattoo; today, it's hard to find a kid without a tattoo. A lot of these kids are into Wicca and vampires and drinking blood and all sorts of other behaviors that seem to be saying, 'I need more stimulation. I need more attention. I need more love.' I mean ask yourself, 'What could a kid be getting from all of this?'
Kids are not content with what they were 25 years ago. A lot of this has to do with the Internet and a society of selfish adults focused on me, me, me. We’re losing touch with our children while focusing too much on ourselves and our Blackberries and iPhones. This comes at a cost. Did we not learn anything from Columbine? Did we not learn that there is nothing more important than giving kids our time?
Was there already a history of violence amongst Silliman and his peers, which may have led to his murder?
MWP: A friend of one of the four charged with Sillman’s death said that the group was 'often misunderstood.' Billy Schenck was in court to support his friend, Drew Shaw, who has been charged with murder. Schenck said afterward, 'We're not a gang. We're not violent.'
I’m sure that’s all true. Sillman was a Boy Scout at one point, a regular attendee at church on Sundays, so I have heard. Granted, they were not a gang or violent in a sense that they went around causing trouble--but there is much more here than what we see. Reality blurring with fantasy might have been part of this. Music will become a part of this story. Which again, leads me back to the culture argument. From a source I have been interviewing, someone inside this group Sillman was from, I can say that there was a lot of boredom involved here: kids wandering through life looking for things to do, things to stimulate them. What happens then? What happens when kids have too much time on their hands without having to answer for it? Add a bit of cultural influence in the form pure vile music disguised as artistic expression and you have a time bomb. Look, there are some artists who take their craft seriously and understand it for what it is—think Marylyn Manson, Slipknot, etc. These bands understand the theatre aspect and what KISS and Alice Cooper created. But with other bands, we're talking about something entirely different.
While arguments have been raised by others regarding the influence of violent video games on teen violence, what is on the nightly news is not fantasy and the material is frequently worse and far more violent than that of a video game which depicts a make believe reality. Do you believe that the news media itself has played any part in blurring the line between reality and fantasy?
MWP: The attention spans of our children--heck, us adults too--have been hijacked by technology and an overload of information. Take a look at the news shows on TV. You have a small portion of the screen for the talking head in one corner, a sidebar of three stories coming up next, a ticker of so-called 'news' scrolling down along the bottom, maybe a poll, and some 'facts' about the story the talking head is blabbering about flashing somewhere else on the screen--and there's even an ad popping up here and there promoting another show. The television screen has been turned into a web site! And most of what is pimped as news today is opinion. Pure conjecture. What does all of this do to an un-/under-developed mind? I will not agree that the news is more violent than the video games we're seeing released these days. Kids in general don’t watch the news much, anyway, so they are getting most of their information from the Internet. The Internet is raising our children. And on the Internet a kid can get anything he or she wants.
Why the Matthew Silliman case?
MWP: As you know, I am exploring the Danielle Black case in Hagerstown, Maryland. This case of Matthew Sillman is much more than what it seems on the surface: there's an element here that will shock the public once they learn about it. Tarot cards and hammers as murder weapons? Depression and a culture of more, more, more plays a part in all of this, as I have been saying. According to sources, Sillman was 'spiraling' downward near the time he disappeared. Here was a kid who, at some point, was dedicated to teaching (younger scouts) and active in his church, and then he suddenly changed. It happens. Sure. But something inspired the change.
M. William Phelps is the author of 12 books: Perfect Poison, Lethal Guardian, Every Move You Make, Sleep In Heavenly Peace, Murder in the Heartland, Because You Loved Me, If Looks Could Kill, I’ll Be Watching You, Cruel Death (2009), Deadly Secrets (2009), Nathan Hale, and Failures of the Presidents
When authors Gregg Olsen and M. William Phelps announced this past July that the blogosphere's most beloved true crime web site, Crime Rant, was closing shop, a collective wail rose up across the Interwebz. Their readers have been convulsing in withdrawal ever since.
I recently spoke with one half of the elusive pair, and M. William Phelps shared a little bit of what he’s been working on. Readers are going to have some great stories coming their way from this author!
In addition to two new true-crime books set to be released in 2009, Phelps is working on a biography of Amy Archer-Gilligan, serial killer and healthcare pioneer, as well as writing his very first thriller; a crime novel, of course. He is also currently conducting interviews for two future true-crime books and has just recieved his first true-crime literary award.
The first case he's working on is the Jessica and Jeff McCord case out of Birmingham/Hoover, Alabama. Jessica McCord was convicted of murdering her ex-husband, Alan, and his wife, Terra Bates; her husband Jeff, a Pelham, Alabama police officer, plead guilty.
The second case Phelps is focusing on is that of Danielle Black, who has been charged as a juvenile in the death of her father, 47-year-old Billy Lee Black, who was found on Oct. 31, 2008, stabbed, lying in a pool of his own blood. Nineteen-year-old Alec Scott Eger of Hagerstown, Maryland, has been charged with first-degree murder and felony murder in Billy Lee Black's death. Danielle allegedly solicited another boy to commit the murder.
"These two cases are top priority for me." Phelps says. "I have sources talking and both are incredible true-crime stories. Some of you may have heard me talking about the Eric/Erin McClean case lately, but I have put it on the back burner for now for several reasons I would rather not get into it at this time. I am not abandoning that project by any means. I just need to focus on Black and McCord for now. I have been juggling several true-crime cases for the past six months and just recently signed a deal for several books, so my priority is to my editor and publisher.”
Late yesterday it was announced that I’ll Be Watching You is the winner of 2008 New England Book Festival Award, "Genre-Based" division. The Award Ceremony is January 24, 2009, in Providence, Rhode Island.
"I am humbled by this, my first true-crime award," says Phelps. "I am completely honored and grateful for the opportunity to be able to do what I love for a living. I'm lucky, I know. Never in my wildest dreams would I have considered the idea that my work would be celebrated in this way by such a well-regarded committee of readers. I have a tremendous amount of respect and sincerity for the victims I wrote about in the book, one of whom trusted me enough to tell me her incredible story of survival and redemption."
If you have any information regarding either the McCord or the Black case Please contact M. William Phelps at mwilliamphelps@comcast.net. You can also visit him on the web at http://www.mwilliamphelps.com/
M. William Phelps is the author of 12 books: Perfect Poison, Lethal Guardian, Every Move You Make, Sleep In Heavenly Peace, Murder in the Heartland, Because You Loved Me, If Looks Could Kill, I’ll Be Watching You, Cruel Death (2009), Deadly Secrets (2009), Nathan Hale, and Failures of the Presidents
Photo by Claudia Olsen
I spend a great deal of time researching old news archives looking for that one compelling story that has yet to be told. The one no one has heard of. Hidden away and buried beneath the dust, long forgotten somewhere in history. The story of Christine Collins, the disappearance of her son Walter Collins, and the Wineville Chicken Coop Murders is one such story.
A few months ago I stumbled on this story quite by accident. It was an accompanying article in an old newspaper I was reading. I had been following up on an entirely different crime that had taken place in 1929 when an article about a “murder farm” caught my attention. As I continued to read additional articles on this intriguing new case I became more and more engrossed in the story.
After spending a few hours one evening reading up on my favorite new research project I decided to watch a little TV. A preview trailer for a new Angelina Jolie film came on. It was a crime story set in one of my favorite time periods, the 1920s. When the words came across the bottom of the screen, “a true story,” well, as you can probably guess, the next thing I did was hit Google to see what the story was about. Much to my surprise, it was about the very same crime I had been reading about in the old newspapers.
Armed with actual knowledge about the case, I went to the movie. Huge mistake! Two hours and twenty minutes of my life was stolen from me this evening. I should have had a V-8.
When the words “True Story” appear along with a film I tend to expect that the story will NOT be a complete figment of the screenwriter’s imagination. That is not the case with Clint Eastwood’s CHANGELING. This movie is so lacking in any actual fact that to call it a true story is, at the very least, misleading. This movie is a complete waste of time for anyone who is looking for an honest portrayal of a true crime story in which the facts alone make it compelling in its own right. This film is nothing more than creative fiction moving at a snails pace.
Changeling is to Christine Collins, Walter Collins, Gordon Northcott, and The Wineville Chicken Murders what Gregg Olsen’s A WICKED SNOW is to Belle Gunness. It may be based on an actual crime that took place in history, but the story itself is the work of the writer’s imagination.
The acting was entertaining enough. I love John Malkovich and would happily listen to him read his grocery list while I hung on every word. Angelina Jolie was okay; she didn’t suck but seemed a bit flat. This was definitely not her best effort. Jeffrey Donovan, who plays Capt. J. J. Jones, was a perfect prick, loved him. It’s too bad that the script left a lot to be desired, though – like the truth.
The basterdization of the information involving Gordon Northcott and the disappearance of Walter Collins leaves me to wonder if J. Michael Straczynski, the screenwriter, really did much in the way of research on the story itself. Because it appears that he made up an awful lot as he went along, and what he wasn’t making up he was leaving out – for really no good reason. The story of Christine Collins can not be told without telling the complete story of the Wineville murders and J. J. Jones’ influence in the initial investigation. Yet that is exactly what Eastwood and J. Michael Straczynski attempt to do, tell half a story – actually, less than half of the story. Other than the institutionalization of Christine Collins, the majority of what is presented in this film is utter hogwash.
It is unfortunate that the fictionalized information portrayed in the movie is now appearing on the Net and in print, and being re-written as though the tale told in the film is accurate. It is not. While what happened to Christine Collins is, for the most part, true, the information and events portrayed in the film were fictionalized to such an extent that the real story of the disappearance of Walter Collins and the Wineville murders is completely unrecognizable in Eastwood’s production.
(image is of the real Christine Collins with Arthur Hutchens Jr., the boy who impersonated her son.)
The defense made a valiant effort on Frederick Small’s behalf.
Proclaiming that he was in Boston at the time, and had witnesses to the fact.
There was undeniable proof that he wasn’t near the cottage when it burned into the ground.
And he had absolutely nothing to do with the body that they found. He could not, would not, did not murder his wife.
Yet in jail he sat, on trial for his life.
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The normal nighttime twinkle of lights from the little cottage that sat on the shore of Lake Ossipee, in the village of Mountain View, New Hampshire, had been replaced with the roaring flames of an incendiary fire. One set to erase all evidence of the murder that had been committed there and reduce the body of Mrs. Florence Small to little more than bone and ash.
Foiling the plot of what was expected to be a perfect crime; the floor beneath Mrs. Small’s body gave way during the fire and she fell into the basement below, fortuitously landing in a little pool of water that had collected there.
A cord bound tightly about her neck, a skull fractured by numerous blows, and a bullet wound to the forehead told the ghastly tale of the fate that had been bestowed upon Florence Small. She had not met her death by succumbing to the smoke and flame, but rather to a cold blooded killing.
In an effort to eradicate all signs of his crime her killer had applied a resin of thermite to his victim’s body and sprinkled it about the scene. The compound, typically used in welding to generate an extremely high heat, was intended to fuel a fire so hot that it would incinerate the body, the house, and any evidence that remained.
An onlooker who had stood by to watch as the bungalow burned stated that they had peered through a window upon arriving at the fiery cottage and believed they bore witness to Florence Small’s body partially suspended from the bed by a rope.
After the embers cooled, an alarm clock, some wire, spark plugs and a .32 caliber revolver were found amid the debris in the burned-out rubble of the Small’s summer home. The same caliber bullet was retrieved from Florence’s head.
The assailant stood above her as Florence lie prone on her back, and it was from that angle that he had shot her, the medical examiner said. And while the head shot would have eventually proven to be fatal, the thrashing she took to her skull most likely would not. However, the medical examiner presented, it wasn’t the fire, the gunshot or the blows to the head that had killed her. She had died from strangulation, instead. In his professional opinion, after suffering through a beating and being shot in the head, he estimated that Florence succumbed to the ligature around her neck, finally asphyxiated, and five minutes later was dead.
A Boston broker, Frederick Small was Florence’s husband. Out of town when the fire broke at 10pm that night, he had left for Boston at 3pm earlier in the day, just after lunch. But despite being away from the scene at the time, Florence’s loving husband became the primary suspect in her case.
Frederick had been married twice before. His previous love, second wife Laura Patterson Small, had granted his request for a divorce. Frederick came briefly into the public eye when he sued her paramour for the alienation of lovely Laura’s affections. The man in her life, Frederick Small alleged, was none other than millionaire baseball executive, Arthur H. Soden, president of the National League. Frederick Small wanted A. H. Soden to pay for his crime of the heart. He wanted $500,000 in damages for the loss of his lady love. He also alleged that Soden had drugged both he and his Laura, leaving them unconscious within their own home. Awarded a pittance compared to that which he coveted, a mere $10,000 was all that Frederick was deemed to receive.
On the night of the fire, following the dispatch of news regarding the death of his wife, a physician inquired of Frederick as to what should be done with her remains. “Why?” Frederick asked the good doctor, “is there enough left of the body to require a casket?”
The state believed Frederick concocted some kind of infernal machine. One that employed the spark plugs and wires and ignited gasoline, the fuse had been set with a timed device that he had formed with the alarm clock that they had found. They believed that he had killed his wife after lunch, some time near mid-afternoon, and then rigged the device to ignite the fuse after he had already left town.
Upon his return from Boston, Small proffered a theory that his wife had been murdered by a tramp or a thief, and then offered up a $1,000 reward for the capture of the person who had ended her life.
The police didn’t buy it; they believed that Frederick Small was their man and they surmised that a $20,000 life insurance policy was the reason he hatched his plan. The grieving widower was arrested in his hotel room and carted off to jail. From there he made the arrangements to bury his beloved.After being acquainted for only ten days, Florence and Frederick had now been married for five years. Her husband spared no expense when it came to burying his beautiful wife. Ninety-eight dollars he spent, covering half of a plot, a paltry casket and a few flowers. He requested no formalities that required any additional attention – such as a headstone, grave marker or service. For her burial only one gift of flowers was received. A wreath, arranged in white and sent by her husband with an inscription that read, “To My Love.”
When Frederick returned to New Hampshire and was questioned by police waiting there he stated that he bade Florence farewell and that she was still in the house when he left. The driver who took him to the station for his trip concurred with Mr. Small; he saw for himself Frederick turn toward the door and heard him say “Good-bye” to Mrs. Small. The driver, however, admitted that he didn’t personally lay eyes on Florence at the time nor had he heard her voice at all.
One of Florence’s previous physician’s came in from Massachusetts. He stepped forward and offered up evidence of some possible prior abuse. The physician recounted an exchange from Frederick as Florence was being treated for injuries. Her husband boastfully quipped, said the doctor, “I hit her in the head with a bootjack. I ought to have killed her and I will yet.”
The mother of the victim had very little to say, but opined Frederick to be a “fear-inspiring hypnotist.” He is, she said, a man “without a drop of the milk of human kindness in his heart,” her Florence had feared him for years.
As the trial proceeded forward the jury took a field trip to the scene of the crime. And with an opportunity advantages to a public display of remorse, Fredrick Small broke with the composure that was the trademark throughout his ordeal and collapsed into a fit of tears. He howled and wailed at the site of his burned house. “Oh my dear wife,” he cried. Unable to hold himself up, he had to be propped up by the sherriff at his side. For the most part, the jurors ignored Frederick Small and his histrionic outbursts, but occasionally one would cast a gaze in the direction of his pitiful tear filled sobs and proclamations of grief.
But the most dreadfully alarming piece of evidence, by far, came in dramatic fashion at the trial’s climax; when the prosecution presented, for the visceral response of the jury, a hideous and frightful display. Florence Small’s severed head. What Frederick didn’t know, as they buried his wife, was that the prosecution had obtained an order to remove his bride’s head and have it placed in their possession for safe keeping. A few other portions and parts had also been plucked for possible use at his trial and they were being kept cozy and well preserved in alcohol filled jars nearby.
The judge suggested that women leave the courtroom, as Florence’s head was produced. Eight fair lasses remained seated, and craned their necks with the rest of the court’s observers as the prosecution’s gruesome exhibit was displayed. A gasp went through the courtroom and Frederick Small covered his face. He sobbed into his hands as a witness described in detail the current state of his wife’s face. Her features had been distorted by fire and frozen in time by death; the neck was still attached and encircled by the knotted cord that took her life. There was clearly a gunshot wound to her forehead and her skull had been cracked and damaged by at least seven forceful blows to her head.
The accused never took the stand to speak in his defense and let his counsel do their job. His attorney argued that the state had not offered proof that his client could cause a fire seven hours after he left his home. And they countered that the thermite was not possessed by Frederick Small, he had no knowledge of any such compound at all. The wires found in the basement, they said, near the spark plugs and clock, were merely telephone wires and nothing nefarious.
The prosecution unleashed upon the defendant a closing argument of vitriol and venom. Charging that the crime was as heinous an act as had ever been committed in the state, it was likened to the same unspeakable cruelty that had befallen women and children who had burned at the stake in the days of early New Hampshire. “Frederick Small,” declared the Attorney General, while shaking his clenched fist, was an “Imp form Hell.” A soulless cad teeming with “the spirit of the Devil”
The jury recessed for dinner and then they went to work. After a fourteen day trial it took only three hours for the verdict to be reached. It was a unanimous finding for guilty; murder in the first degree.
The defendant entered the courtroom looking pale, drawn and haggard. His attorney, brother and nephew were at his side. And as the verdict was read he staggered and swayed just a bit, but then quickly regained his composure.
“Have you anything to say as to why sentence should not be pronounced?” the judge asked of the defendant.
“I have your honor,” Frederick Small replied. “I know no more about this crime than you do. I am an innocent person.”
And then after the formalities of adjournment had been observed, and Frederick Small had been sentenced for his act, he turned to the courtroom, and addressing the reporters still present within he repeated himself for the record, “Gentlemen, I am innocent of this crime. I know no more about it than you do. I am awaiting the next move.”
As journalists crowded around the man who had been damned to hang by his neck a reporter remarked, “The coolest man in the courtroom by far is the man who has just been condemned to death.”
The defense did their level best in lobbying on behalf of their client. Requesting an acquittal on grounds of evidence insufficient for presentation to a jury, appealing the sentence and filing multiple exceptions, but they failed in their endeavor. Affirmation came, supporting the verdict and the sentence. Frederick Small would be executed.
On the day of his death Frederick Small went to the gallows calmly. He would neither admit nor deny that he had ended the life of his wife. “I am resigned. God’s will be done,” were the last words he chose to utter.
The lights were turned out, and amid the blackness that shrouded the hangman’s gallows the strap that operated the trap door beneath Frederick Small’s feet was pulled and the condemned man dropped to his death in darkness.
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The first case to be heard within the Ossipee, New Hampshire courtroom walls was that of Frederick Small for the murder of his wife Florence. Easily a victim of domestic battery, Florence Arlene Curry Small died on September 28, 1916. She was 37-years old. She had been beaten, strangled, shot, and burned. Her head later removed for the benefit of prosecutorial theatrics and paraded about a courtroom for the shock and awe of spectators and jurors.
Her husband, Frederick Small, was executed for her murder on January 15, 1918. He dropped to his death at 12:18 am and was pronounced dead nine minutes later. His remains were cremated and put into the care of his brother who returned with him to Portland, ME.
At the end of the trial Florence Arlene Small was forgotten. Left abandoned in an unmarked grave at Grant Hill cemetery for 91-years, it was a mystery as to where in the graveyard Florence actually lay buried, or if she was even there at all. There was little to speak to the fact that Florence had ever existed in Ossipee. The court transcripts had been lost and there was no recording of her death in the 1916 record of vital statistics for the town.
Then one day Natalie Peterson, a woman helping to restore the old courthouse, stumbled upon Florence’s grave and the story of how she came to rest there. She set forth to see that the town’s forgotten victim was forgotten no more. Ninety-one years after her passing Florence Small finally received a proper headstone and long awaited remembrance.
I can’t help but wonder, though… if anyone ever remembered to give Florence back her head?
By Michelle McKee
To help In Cold Blog's founder, Corey Mitchell, kick of the release of his newest book, PURE MURDER, a few of his friends are hosting a Virtual Book Tour for him. He’ll be dropping by various blogs and web sites over the next several days where he will be answering our various questions.
My questions for Corey are based on a little Thanksgiving turkey he and I shared last year and our mutual love for the 1st Amendment. But you know… maybe… just maybe… freedom of speech has gone to far, and it’s time to draw a line in order to protect society from the artistic creativity of… well… some of these so-called artists…
I wonder what Corey thinks…
Michelle McKee:
Corey, what do you think of violence in entertainment and the public acceptance of it?
Corey Mitchell:
It is nothing new. Violence in entertainment has existed since man deemed it needed excitement. The main difference these days is that most of our violent entertainment is something that can be experienced without actually harming people. We don't throw people to the lions anymore, we merely unleash them into the multiplex theaters or the safety of their worn-out couches.
From caveman conquests to jousts to the Bard to the Grand Guignol to the National Football League to the Bible, humans have always been drawn to violent activities, plays, music, literature, etc. This election year hoo-ha over violence in movies, music, and video games is merely a simplistic argument made by shallow individuals who are unable to think on levels just slightly above remedial. It is easy to blame a horror film for making someone go on a killing rampage. It is much more difficult to truly assess the cause of an individual's outburst because there are usually a multitude of factors that play into the equation.
Blaming violent entertainment for crime is the work of simpletons merely looking to get elected, to make themselves appear superior to others, and to show off their alleged moral righteousness at the expense of millions of other people who enjoy such entertainment and are mature enough to know how to compartmentalize the real world and make-believe.
MM: What about films such as Hostel and the Thanksgiving trailer from Grindhouse by Eli Roth? On one end of the spectrum we have Roth's Hostel series, probably one of the scariest, bloodiest, most terror inducing set of films ever made. On the other, we have his slasher trailer Thanksgiving and what looks to be a humorous parody of murder.
CM: First of all, if you believe the Hostel films are some of the "most terror inducing set of films ever made," you have not seen many horror films. Try In A Glass Cage, Nekromantik 2, Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer, Man Behind the Sun, Irreversible, Slaughtered Vomit Dolls, Lucio Fulci's Zombie, The Three Mothers, Inside, etc. for quality gore and scares.
Roth's films, just like his Grindhouse trailer "Thanksgiving," offer lots of humor beyond the gore and terror. The mere casting of Roger Bart, Bree's wimpy husband from Desperate Housewives, and Richard Burgi, Susan's macho husband from the same show, in Hostel: Part II in reverse roles, is indicative of Roth's sly wit. There is also lots of silly Porky's-esque humor in his debut film, Cabin Fever, such as the kung-fu kid Dennis who loves to scream "Pancakes!" before delivering a martial arts blow on an unsuspecting college partier.
And, of course, if you have not seen Roth's trailer for "Thanksgiving," do yourself a favor and look it up. It is a perfect parody of the 70's holiday-themed slasher films and offers plenty of gore and sick humor in just over two minutes. And, by the way, SPOILER ALERT!, the stuffed body at the end of the trailer is not a woman, but Eli Roth himself!
MM: Do you think that entertainment in the form of murder says something about the state of our society when we can easily watch someone being sliced and diced on the big screen while chewing on a mouthful of Milk Duds or find the cheerleader scene from Thanksgiving amusing?
CM: Horror films are about pushing boundaries. They are the one realm of entertainment where it is forbidden to forbid anything. You know going in what you are going to get and if you are appalled or offended, then you should have known better.
The vast majority of friends and colleagues I have who are into horror (and heavy metal music) are some of the nicest, most intelligent, and gentle people you will ever meet. They are not sociopaths, they are not misogynistic pigs. They are thrill-seekers who are constrained by societal rules and are looking for an outlet. If they are able to laugh at something horrific and experience a cathartic release, more power to them. They are inevitably much more well-adjusted and stress-free than the Uptight Ninny Brigadeers who believe it is their station in life to impose their stringent views on others and castigate those who do not march in lock-step with them.
Besides, how can you not laugh when Ash (Bruce Campbell) from Evil Dead 2 chops off his possessed hand with a chainsaw only to trap it underneath a bucket when the dismembered hand decided to skitter off like an electrocuted scorpion? Of course, he then weighs the bucket down with a hardcover copy of Ernest Hemingway's novel, A Farewell to Arms. Brilliant!
MM: It seems that every horror film that comes out these days has an escalation of violence. Each has to be bloodier and more depraved than the one before. Should someone break Eli Roth's pencils and unplug his camcorder, shut down all those to dare to walk such a path with their creativity?
CM: Actually, the vast majority of mainstream Hollywood horror fare hitting the theater screens today are of the much more sanitized PG-13 variety. Recent remakes of such films as Prom Night and When A Stranger Calls, which were originally R-rated films, are now much safer than their 70's and 80's predecessors. With the possible exceptions of the Saw franchise and the Hostel flicks, most horror is watered down, less gore-filled, and aimed at the zits and hormones crowd.
Believe me, the horror and gore levels are nowhere near the level of the horror output of the 70's and 80's. Back then you had Dawn of the Dead, The Incredible Melting Man, Last House on the Left, Zombie, the canons of Lucio Fulci and Dario Argento, that were far more gruesome and terrifying than today's films.
Ironically, some of the best and most gruesome horror right now is coming out of the allegedly wimpy country of France with films such as Haute Tension, Inside, and Frontier(s). What makes these films even more fascinating is, not only do they harken back to the 70's exploitation movement of American underground horror, they tend to base their plots around seemingly real-life tragedies that any reader of true crime can appreciate. Inside tells the story of a pregnant woman protecting her unborn child from a potential fetus-snatcher. It is grim, bloody, and gripping as hell.
MM: But, Corey, perhaps have we finally become too free with our speech? Perhaps there has there come a time when we should say enough is enough and draw a line on the 1st Amendment that says, "Thou shalt not cross?"
CM: Blasphemy! Never!
When the media is barred from taking photographs of our dead soldiers after they return in coffins from Iraq, then you know our speech is not as free as we delude ourselves into thinking. When corporations kill news pieces that are potentially scabrous to prospective advertisers, you know free speech in our country is a joke.
Technically, only the government can violate the First Amendment of an individual, at least when we are talking about damages, recompense, the whole legal spectacle. The reality, however, is that Big Money rules the day and makes the rules of what we can say. It's all bullshit, of course, but it is the painful truth.
Horror films, death metal music, true crime books, Grand Theft Auto -- they are so far down on the radar as far as Big Money is concerned. The only time these subjects come up are during an election year or when some self-promoting do-gooder decides to go on a rampage against these forms of entertainment to draw attention to themselves.
MM: Come on, Corey, some of this stuff is quite offensive. Shouldn't society, our children for crying out loud, be protected from this type of material?
CM: And that, my friend, is what parents are for. That's what teachers can instill. That's why we should rely on the community mentality. Instead of worrying so much about kids seeing a gory film or reading about a brutal murder in a true crime book, we should be encouraging them to devour this material. The more knowledge our children can glean from these stories, the stronger, more aware, and more confident they will become if and when they ever have to deal with the unfortunate horrors that lurk outside.
Sure, we can lock our kids up or we can hold book burning witch hunts, but what good is that going to do anyone? Our kids are going to find a way to get their hands on this material. So instead of denying them the opportunity, we should readily present it to them, discuss it with them, teach them right from wrong, and then send them on their way when they reach adulthood, hopefully, prepared as can be.
Of course, the Uptight Ninny Brigade want you to play ostrich and stick your head in the dirt. They are afraid of their own shadow, and thus, feel compelled to wag their fingers at the rest of us mature individuals who can handle the truth (or the fake).
No matter what we do as purveyors of filth and gore, of horror and true crime, of screaming music and extreme weirdness -- we cannot let the Uptight Ninny Brigade gain the upper hand. Our unique interests are too important to squelch. We have no desire to live by the narrow-minded guidelines the UNB wish to impose on us. It's all a little too Orwellian and Huxleyian for me to swallow some days.
Go to the theaters and scream at a bloody murder on the screen. Crank up some death metal by Decrepit Birth as you cruise down the street in your neighborhood. Tell your friends about the latest true crime book that scared the hell out of you.
Be proud of your interest in the darker side of life.
You are not alone.
By Dr. Marc D. Feldman and Michelle Gray
Child abuse can leave scars that last a lifetime. If you’ve suffered the affects of being traumatized by child abuse you know first hand what I mean. As an adult, depending on how severe the abuse was, you may have some good days, days where you don’t think about it. That’s not to say that there are no dark days, but occasionally you can forget and put it behind you. If you’re one of the lucky ones you’ve been able to move past it altogether and have never looked back.
For a Munchausen by Proxy victim it’s not a matter of being able to put the abuse behind you and move past it. It’s a matter of trying to learn how to live every day with the affects of this type of victimization, and how to cover the medical costs that can go along with it. You see, it’s near impossible to forget something when there is a lasting physical reminder of medical procedures and unnecessary surgeries that serve as a living document to the extent of the abuse endured.
Born a healthy child, the damage done by unnecessary medical treatment leaves you physically altered, you’re now physically broken, you are physically different than everyone else. Parts of your insides have been removed, and other accoutrement has been left in place. Life partners may not exist for you, because you’ll have to find someone willing to accept you the way you were left, with your broken body and all of its new pieces, as well as the emotional and mental trauma you live with every second of every day as a result of being butchered and abused. The emotional and mental damage inflicted from the awareness that your mother did this, that she is the one who purposely shattered your existence, is debilitating. There are days when functioning is near impossible due to the lasting depression that accompanies the victim of this type of abuse. For a Munchausen by Proxy child the memories of abuse don’t stop, they never end. They reply over and over like a really bad 8-track tape stuck on a never ending loop.
I know all of this first hand. You see, what you just read is drawn from my own story. My mother was a Munchausen mom. I am her victim.
Please join me and ICB in an attempt gain a little insight into the phenomenon of child abuse through Munchausen by Proxy. It's too late for me, and others like me, but perhaps someone out there reading will put two and two together and another child can be, will be, saved. I know from my personal perspective that there isn't a day, an hour, a second, that goes by that I don't wish someone would have been able to see the signs of abuse and reached out their hand to save me. [Michelle Gray]
Michelle Gray:
Many crime stories that we see daily involve lying in one form or another. In some cases the lie is to cover up the crime, but in others the discovery of the lie becomes the impetus to the crime. One case that comes to mind is the murder of Lori Hacking by her husband Mark. Mark Hacking had been intentionally lying about several aspects of his life over a long period of time. When his wife discovered his deceptions he shot her as she slept.
I think many readers are like me and when they see the term factitious the word “lie” or “liar” come to mind and when they see the word “disorder” the word “pathological” or “habitual” comes to mind. Therefore, please set us straight, what is Factitious Disorder and is this just another term for a pathological liar?
Dr. Feldman:
"Pathological lying" refers to lying consisting of a triad of features: it is impulsive or compulsive; it is repetitive; and it typically is ultimately self-defeating (e.g., the lie is exposed and undermines people's trust). It can involve anything--not just illness. One variant that often co-exists with full-blown Munchausen syndrome is called "pseudologia fantastica," or the telling of tall tales about one's personal history that mix fact and fiction. Such lies--the ones that are "a little" true--are the best kinds of lies because they are so difficult, generally, to detect. Pseudologia fantastica can be seen among MBP perpetrators as well.
Factitious Disorder (FD) is the feigning, exaggerating, or self-inducing of physical or psychological signs and symptoms to assume the "sick role." External incentives are absent, which contrasts with malingering, in which the principal goal for the disease enactment is external, and often tangible. Examples of malingering include obtaining opioids, evading criminal prosecution, getting disability monies, avoiding military service, etc.
FD is a mental disorder with its own chapter in DSM-IV-TR; malingering is merely listed in the Appendix as a condition that might warrant clinical attention but is not established to be a mental disorder. If the only way to understand the disease enactment is to invoke psychological processes, then the diagnosis is FD. Technically, FD and malingering cannot co-exist, but in reality they very often do because a person's motives for a piece of behavior can shift over time.
MG: How does Hypochondria differ from Factitious Disorder and Munchausen Syndrome?
Dr. Feldman: Hypochondriasis refers to the preoccupation with having a dreaded disease. These patients are convinced that they are genuinely ill but that doctors and others have failed to diagnose it properly. Some people consider chronic fatigue syndrome and fibromyalgia to be forms of hypochondriasis, but this is a bit controversial. Based on their convictions of illness, hypochondriacal patients may seek medical opinions repeatedly and from numerous practitioners. Hypochondriasis is one of the somatoform disorders, along with diagnoses such as pain disorder, somatization disorder, and conversion disorder.
Munchausen syndrome is defined by the triad of 1) chronic and severe factitious disorder, 2) pseudologia fantastica, and 3) wanderlust (traveling from place to place to garner new audiences for the deceptions). The professional literature is uniform in stating that Munchausen Syndrome patients are predominantly male, but in my work, women have been more prevalent.
Munchausen by proxy is the feigning, exaggerating, or inducing of physical or psychological ailments in another person, typically by a mother against her child. Men have only rarely been implicated in Munchausen by Proxy maltreatment.
MG: Is Munchausen by Proxy (MBP) a form of mental illness?
Dr. Feldman: Munchausen by proxy, isn't really an "illness," as I see it. It as a form of child abuse, not something a perpetrator "suffers from." In the same way that a mother doesn't "have" shaken baby syndrome, a mother doesn't "have" Munchausen by Proxy (MBP). However, the media almost always get it wrong, as do child protection agencies and courts.
MG: You say that MBP from your perspective is not an illness but child abuse. Therefore, I have to ask you, is child abuse related to a mental illness or is it a behavior choice.
Dr. Feldman: Child abuse is a behavioral choice, in my opinion, at least in MBP cases (an exception might be a phenomenon such as postpartum psychosis resulting in abuse/death of the child, because then the mother has lost contact with reality). These mothers are not psychotic nor necessarily impulsive; often considerable planning is necessary for them to carry out the deceptions. Some perps may claim that the behavior occurred during psychogenic "blackouts," but I'm not aware of any cases in which this was found to be true.
MG: In MBP the perpetrator makes another sick in order to garner attention for themselves. How do the perpetrators of MBP differ from those caregivers who have been termed “Angels of Death?” Don't both sets of perpetrators seek to garner attention for themselves by inflicting extreme illness to another party?
Dr. Feldman: The Angels of Death and MBP perpetrators have so much in common in many cases that I equated them in my co-edited 1996 book, The Spectrum of Factitious Disorders. The relevant chapter analyzes numerous Angel of Death cases, calling them "hospital epidemics" of MBP. But some Angels of Death are "merely" homicidal and not particularly attention-seeking, and in those cases, the MBP term wouldn't be appropriate.
MG: To what extent do perpetrators of MBP seek to harm their victims? Do they seek to cause the eventual death of their victim or is the death of the victim counterproductive?
Dr. Feldman: There are some cases--relatively few--in which the MBP perpetrator seems to delight in the bereavement experience, enjoying funeral and burial rituals, etc. I think that's how the Waneta Hoyt case in upstate New York can be conceptualized, and it may also be true for the Marie Noe case in Philadelphia. But generally, the death of the victim is counterproductive because it removes the "object" they manipulate in MBP. Overall, though, it has been estimated that 9-10 percent of MBP victims eventually die, either as a direct result of the abuse or the iatrogenic complications caused by misdirected treatment efforts.
MG: How well informed is the medical community on the signs and symptoms of MBP?
Dr. Feldman: Overall, I think the medical community is inadequately informed. The reason is that MBP is not routinely taught in medical schools or residency programs. In a 1993 study I did with Barbara Ostfeld, we found that child psychiatrists were quite uniformly aware of the phenomenon, but that most family practitioners and social workers--who, after all, are on the front lines in dealing with families--were unaware even of the term "MBP," let alone what it takes to diagnose a case.
MG: I am pretty sure that if I decide that I want to have half a lung removed I can eventually find someone who will be more than happy to come up with a diagnosis to support the procedure and eagerly bill for it. Therefore, how culpable are the doctors who are involved in these cases, they're trained professionals, how can they be so easily duped?
Dr. Feldman: Regarding the apparent ease with which physicians can be duped: this isn't a surprise to me. Physicians are taught nothing about medical deception in medical school or residency. Even as a psychiatric trainee, I never even heard the word "factitious"; it was only after I submitted my first article about a patient who feigned cancer that I heard the term. In the article, I had called it "malingering," and the reviewers pointed out my mistake.
During medical school, a supervisor got angry with me for writing statements such as "According to the patient, she has shortness of breath" or "The patient states he has chest pain." He said that I was demonstrating that I already doubted what I was being told by not stating it as simple fact, and so I had to re-write the entry simply as "She has shortness of breath" and "He has chest pain." Also, doctors are taught (correctly) that the best clue to what is going on with a patient is what the patient and family have to say about it and that we must form an "alliance" with both (particularly in psychiatry, but actually in all fields). We are not taught ever to doubt what is being said. So, again, it doesn't surprise me that doctors can not only be gullible but also wind up being, as one author put it, "professional participants" in MBP maltreatment.
MG: Is there a victim profile for MBP, such as confined to a particular age group, gender, economic background? What about the perpetrator, is there a profile for them?
Dr. Feldman: MBP perpetrators tend to have personality disorders, especially borderline, antisocial, histrionic, and narcissistic personality disorders--the so-called "Cluster B" personality disorders, histories of psychiatric treatment earlier in their lives, histories of substance abuse, and, often, personal histories of factitious disorder that they now seem to want to extend to the next generation.
They may have been abused themselves earlier in life, but this is hard to know because the perpetrators often provide false historical information in a kind of attempt to exonerate or explain away their behavior. Clearly, the problems these mothers have allow them to objectify and dehumanize their children. Occasionally, a perpetrator might have an underlying mental disorder such as major depression or bipolar disorder that fuels their behavior to some extent, and we tend to view those cases as more treatable because mood disorders are quite treatable.
They tend to be in the age range associated with having small children. I think that MBP, like abuse in general, is detected more often in lower socioeconomic families, but I don't have research data to back that up. I rarely encounter African-American perpetrators in MBP cases, and I'm not sure what to make of that.
Regarding victims, they are usually, but not always, pre-verbal or scantily verbal and therefore can't communicate about what's going on. They seem not to have bonded terribly well with the perpetrator, and there can be several reasons for this. One is that, as in abuse in general, there may be something about the child (in the eyes of the mother) that makes him/her "imperfect" and dissatisfying.
Only one study of adult survivors of MBP has, to my knowledge, been published. As you would expect, many of the patients (I think there were 12 in the study) had symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder. Some avoided even medically necessary care because of their unpleasant memories, but a few became factitious disorder patients themselves, as if to "master" the trauma by making it their own.
MG: How common is MBP?
Dr. Feldman: It has been estimated by one researcher that there are around 1,200 new cases each year in the U.S., but that statistic makes a lot of assumptions that might not all be true. MBP is a form of abuse/neglect that is bathed in secrecy and I have the feeling that most--yes, most--cases are never identified.
MG: What needs to be done to better understand, identify, and treat MBP perpetrators?
Dr. Feldman: It has been very difficult to study MBP perpetrators because most deny their culpability even when faced with incontrovertible evidence, and therefore aren't amenable to research interviews.
It might help if there were a central database of MBP cases that accredited researchers could access in order to study perpetrators and victims more thoroughly. The victims tend not to be available because the focus is on placement once MBP is identified, and so once again study is stymied.
The broader problem, though, is that many jurisdictions still aren't even aware of MBP as a form of child maltreatment, and obviously one can't diagnose something one has never heard of. So, cases slip through the fingers of anyone who might try to study the phenomenon.
MG: What percentage of the population is affected, or believed to be affected, by MBP as victims and as perpetrators?
Dr. Feldman: We have no information to answer this question. Again, it would be very helpful if there were a central repository of MBP data, but it doesn't exist.
Very little formal research into MBP has ever been performed and government and private foundations in the U.S. have never contributed a dime in grant monies for these issues.
MG: Are children the only victims of MBP? What about the same type of behavior by a caregiver against, for example, an elderly individual or someone who is already disabled, would that also be classified as MBP?
Dr. Feldman: Yes, these would also count as MBP cases. We use terms such as "Munchausen by Adult Proxy" to label such behavior, which can have the very same motives as when a child is the victim. We should be aware, too, that MBP can be perpetrated against pets in order for the perpetrator to receive attention and sympathy, care and concern, from the vet and/or others.
MG: What should someone do if they suspect abuse through Munchausen by Proxy?
Dr. Feldman: First, they need education about what MBP is and is not. They can quickly get this kind of information from the MBP chapters in my book, Playing Sick. Then, they need to match the facts of the given case to the known features and warning signs of MBP. Once they have this kind of information, they will be equipped to make a sound, organized report to their county child protection agencies. They need to cooperate with the authorities and remain available to assist, if possible. Of course, mandated reporters, such as physicians, must make the MBP report at the time they become suspicious that it is occurring, even in the absence of confirmation.
[Dr. Marc Feldman is the Clinical Professor of Psychiatry at the University of Alabama (UA), Tuscaloosa. He was formerly Vice Chair for Clinical Services at the University of Alabama, Birmingham (UAB) and Medical Director of UAB’s Center for Psychiatric Medicine. With a specialty in Factitious Disorder, Dr. Feldman is an international expert in Munchausen syndrome, Munchausen by proxy, and malingering.]
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“You shouldn't be getting money back from the government when you owe money to crime victims” - Andy Kahan
Barry Crawford was a Houston Firefighter. He was trained to save lives, not take them. But on April 17, 1998 Barry Bernard Crawford stepped across the line and murdered Steven Ray Hardin in cold blood, shooting him in the heart at point blank range. As Steven lay dying Crawford’s neighbors tried to save his life. But Crawford, the firefighter, never pitched in. Instead, he kept asking if his victim was dead, yet, while he continued to grip the rifle as he peered over the top of Steven Hardin’s body.
Steven Hardin was a wrecker driver for Midwest Auto Storage in Houston when he caught the call to go to Crawford’s place and tow his vehicle. Crawford had been parking his vehicle illegally on his neighbor’s property for quite some time and had received a number of warnings that the vehicle would be towed. There is no question that Crawford was quite aware that his vehicle was going to be towed. No question at all. When Hardin showed up and crawled under the vehicle to hook it to the tow truck Crawford emerged from his home proclaiming that Hardin wasn’t going to tow the vehicle, and then began hitting him in the face with the butt of the rifle he had brought outside with him. When Hardin emerged from under the truck he asked Crawford what he was going to do, shoot him? And with that, Crawford shot Hardin point blank in the chest.
On July 31, 1998 Barry Crawford was convicted of murder. But in what is an obvious mockery of justice a jury gave Crawford only 10-years of probation. Judge Ted Poe stipulated the following conditions of Crawford’s supervised release: 1,000 hours of community service and Crawford is mandated by the court to take flower’s to Steven’s grave, pay child support to Steven’s wife for their two children, carry a photo of Steven in his wallet and carry a sign 5-times during the year that reads, “I killed a citizen in Humble.” Even with the sign Steven Hardin isn’t given the dignity of being identified as Crawford’s victim. He’s just a nameless, faceless person on a sign that few people will probably ever look at closely enough to read.
Crawford was also given 6-months in jail but bonded out pending appeal, 17-days after being incarcerated.
Crawford has shown no remorse for his actions, he’s given no apology to the victim’s family. He arrogantly goes about town, walking free, with punishment that is befit of owning an unlicensed pet, not the arrogant wanton murder of an innocent man.
It should come as no surprise that when you give probation for murder the killer is not necessarily going to take the conditions of his generous Get Out of Jail Free card seriously. Such is the case with Barry Crawford. Crawford has never conformed to the conditions of the minuscule slap on the hand that he received for his unjustifiable murder of Steven Hardin.
“Crawford has been skirting the conditions of his probation for years,” [Andy] Kahan said. “He was supposed to carry a picture of the victim in his wallet. But he supposedly doesn’t carry a wallet. He was supposed to have a bumper sticker on his car reading, ‘Don’t mess with drugs,’ but he says he doesn’t have a car. He is about $10,000 in default on his restitution, but he’d make a $2 payment just to say he paid. He was supposed to carry a sign five times a year, but I don’t know the last time he’s done it.”
Barry Crawford, like many American’s, is waiting for his tax rebate check to arrive. Thanks to Andy Kahan’s persuasiveness and the judge's willingness to listen, Barry Crawford isn’t going to have to wait for his tax rebate any longer. Crawford’s not going to be getting one, he has been ordered to forfeit the money as part of the condition of his probation.
“That money shouldn’t be going back to your pocket. That money needs to go back to the victims,” Kahan said.
Andy has also sent a letter to the administrative judge requesting that all Texas courts give consideration to doing the same to other criminals ordered to pay their victims restitution. “It makes sense to me. You shouldn’t be getting money back from the government when you owe money to crime victims,” Kahan said.
There is a balance of tens of millions of dollars in unpaid restitution that is owed to victims. Parolees and those on probation are regaining their freedom and being released from supervision without every having completed the conditions to go along with the privileged liberation from their jail cell. These individuals are regaining their freedom without ever having paid the money owed as part of their agreement to be outside of that jail cell to begin with.
The Texas Department of Criminal Justice has now said that it will begin intercepting tax refund and rebate checks, and thanks to Andy Kahan other Texas criminals might just receive the same fate as Barry Crawford, which is only fitting.
Equally offensive as letting the criminal walk away into freedom without ever having paid their victims the restitution ordered by the court is the notion that murder is such a paltry little crime that it merely warrants probation. In my opinion, offering probation to someone like Barry Crawford is the equivalent of pissing on the grave of the victim. Since when did the taking of a life begin to merit such a disregard in, at the very least, human compassion, that probation and 1,000 hours of community service could be thought of as a justifiable punishment?
According to Andy Kahan, “In 1998 we had about 109 murderers on probation in Texas. We have filed legislation to eliminate murderers from being sentenced to probation, but it has been unsuccessful. Today we currently have 58 murderers on probation in the state. In my opinion this reduction is largely due to the outrage expressed by citizens over the Hardin case.”
House Bill 187 would eliminate the possibility of receiving probation for murder. Steven Hardin’s mother is pushing for it, “We can get the bill out of the House, but we haven’t been able to get it through the Senate. Hopefully this next session it will be passed. So this won’t happen to another family.”
[Andy Kahan is a victim’s advocate and the Director of Crime Victim’s Assistance for the Mayor’s Office in Houston, TX, and is the leading voice against the sale of murderbellia. You can catch Andy tonight on Nancy Grace.]
In Cold Blog asked Dr. Feldman if he would mind giving ICB readers his brief thoughts on the case coming out of Austria regarding Josef Fritzl and his daughter, Elisabeth. As most people following the case are aware Josef Fritzl has recently claimed that he couldn’t help himself, he is, alas, addicted to incest. Damn the luck, poor bastard… And his attorney has told the world that his poor unfortunate client is nothing less than insane.
Dr. Feldman: As far as my own thoughts go, they have to be viewed as largely rhetorical at this point because so few facts about the players have been released. The case may also be unprecedented in its scope and magnitude, so comparisons apparently can't be made. Like so many people, my only knowledge of the case is what I have gleaned from the media.
The father is now claiming he was "insane" throughout, and I don't buy that for a minute. Psychosis, which is what would underlie virtually any insanity defense, is not a single, unwavering clinical process that could last for decades. There also was too much deliberation in creating the dungeon, enforcing the "rules," etc., for any psychiatric disturbance to fit--except antisocial personality disorder and narcissistic personality disorder. People with either diagnosis deeply lack empathy and are utterly self-absorbed, and obviously the father fits.
Everything the father has to say at this point has to be viewed as dubious. Incest is not an "addiction." In fact, the APA doesn't even recognize "sexual addiction," though that might possibly change in the next version of the DSM (some want Internet addiction to be added, too). There is so much careful premeditation here that it is hard to view the father as extremely impulsive, as an addict tends to be.
Dr. Feldman is the Clinical Professor of Psychiatry at the University of Alabama (UA), Tuscaloosa. He was formerly Vice Chair for Clinical Services at the University of Alabama, Birmingham (UAB) and Medical Director of UAB’s Center for Psychiatric Medicine.
On April 19, 1995 the people of Oklahoma City fell victim to the worst case of domestic terrorism in United States history, the bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah building.
Around the country we watched in stunned horror as rescue workers feverishly dug through the debris for survivors. Hearts broke as we all bore witness to the most helpless of victims being pulled from the rubble. The broken bodies of children; mere babies were among the dead. And as we watched we all wondered the same thing, “Who could commit such an atrocious, unforgivable act - and why?”
Then the answer came. This mass murder, this mass execution of innocents, was perpetrated by two home grown, military veterans from Middle America whose sole motivation was an irrational deep seated hatred for the United States government. But with Terry Nichols and Timothy McVeigh being too cowardly to speak on their own behalf, and explain their unfathomable actions, some individuals became reluctant to accept the government’s answer as being the truth.
In order to set an accurate record of the investigation and dispel the inaccurate and erroneous information being circulated regarding the bombing of the Murrah Building and the subsequent FBI investigation, retired FBI Special Agents Jon Hersley and Larry Tongate teamed up with Bob Burke, a local Oklahoma author, and wrote a book entitled Simple Truths. It is considered to be the definitive book on the investigation into the Oklahoma City bombing. The authors have declined any financial interest in the book, it was strictly a non-profit project, and it is the only accounting of the case that is told by the two FBI agents who were the closest to the investigation. The two individuals who were assigned as the lead case agents responsible for bringing the government’s case against Terry Nichols and Timothy McVeigh, and who actually worked on the investigation from start to finish.
I recently had the opportunity to speak with Jon Hersley about the book, the investigation, conspiracy theorists and law enforcement in general. Jon’s position within the investigation was as the Lead Case Agent, responsible for the United States government’s case against Timothy McVeigh. Agent Hersley was involved in the investigation for its entire duration, from beginning to end, and it was his testimony before the Grand Jury that was instrumental in leading to McVeigh’s indictment.
It is my hope that you, the reader, will take from this interview a renewed interest in what was the largest criminal investigation ever conducted in American history. A desire to read Simple Truths and find out what the individuals who actually investigated the Oklahoma City bombing have to say, even if all you do is borrow the book from your local library. And, I also hope that you will leave being able to put a more human face on the FBI, and the individuals who work tirelessly to investigate, and solve, the crimes you read about every day. – MG
“This monstrous evil demanded justice. Whoever did this should never walk the face of the earth again.”
– Simple Truths: The Real Story of the Oklahoma City Bombing Investigation, by Jon Hersley, Larry Tongate and Bob Burke
Jon Hersley: The victim families in the Oklahoma City bombing; what a dignified group of people they are. They’re like your own families. Like your brothers and your sisters, your sons and daughters, your moms and your dads. That’s who they are. They’re just like you are, like we are.I sat in the courtroom and watched and listened to many, many of those victim family members testify about their loved ones that were killed. Spouses who’ve had their husbands or wives killed, their kids killed, their sons and daughters, their aunts and uncles, their grandmas and their grandpas, and their mothers and fathers killed in the Oklahoma City bombing.
I was a thirty-year law enforcement officer; I’ve had all kinds of cases. But this one changed me. I watched the dignity that all these people testified with. And they all tried to maintain their composure on the witness stand, and they all broke down before they could finish. It honestly just rips your heart out, and it changed me as a person. I am a different person today after experiencing all of that, knowing these people, and watching what they’ve been through.
“And Helena saw another man carry Brandon Denny from the building. Colton Smith was carried out next and laid on the concrete. Helena did not want to leave Colton but she wanted desperately to find Tevin.
She stayed with Colton, watching him, waiting and watching as more and more of the babies were carried out and laid down next to her. She screamed to the men, “Please don’t lay our babies on this glass, we don’t want our babies on this glass.” Pieces of glass were everywhere. A man swept the glass away from the children as they lay on the plaza floor.
Helena had not yet realized the babies were dead. A nurse came and began tagging the tiny bodies, and finally Helena realized they were gone. But still there was no sign of her precious Tevin.”
"On Saturday, three days, and what seemed like years after the bombing, Helena was notified that Tevin had been found. She was at church when the news came. Helena was never able to see Tevin’s face again. Tevin had a severe head injury, necessitating a closed casket funeral. She was able to kiss his feet and legs, but the rest of his body remained covered."
Simple Truths: The Real Story of the Oklahoma City Bombing Investigation
Jon Hersley: It had been a clear day, you could see all the way down to the Oklahoma City area from the windows of our building. I was on the drug squad in Oklahoma City at the time. I was actually in the FBI office up on the 16th floor, where my squad was, when the bomb exploded.
Our building was probably four or five miles from downtown Oklahoma City and I remember hearing this sound, this tremendous noise. I went and looked out the window and saw this tremendous cloud of dark, black smoke coming from the downtown Oklahoma City area. Of course, we didn’t know it was a bomb then. We didn’t know what had happened. I remember, we were talking in the office that there must have been a gas explosion or something. But then it was just a matter of minutes before we started hearing on the news that something terrible had happened in downtown Oklahoma City, and that the Alfred P. Murrah Building had blown-up down there.
Once we found out what happened we knew we were going to have an investigation that we were going to have to coordinate. We knew we were going to have people and supplies coming in from out of state, responders and rescuers, and such. I was initially tasked with staying at the office to begin coordinating everything, so it was about two days before I went down to the building site.
When I got down to Oklahoma City my first reaction was that it looked like a war zone. I was very upset and angry that someone did this. I thought, “Who could do such a thing?” It was just terrible. There was debris all over the place, the whole façade of the Murrah Building was blown off, and the buildings around the Murrah Building were also seriously damaged. Windows were blown out all over, and the structural parts of those buildings were all damaged. It was horrible, just horrible. I remember thinking, you know, “this is not the Middle East, what is going on here? What happened here?"
“It was impossible to walk around inside the building. There was smoke and debris everywhere, and the officers had to crawl.”
Simple Truths: The Real Story of the Oklahoma City Bombing Investigation
Jon Hersley: McVeigh had described in detail to the Fortiers what he was going to do and how he was going to do it. He told them that he was going to use a Ryder truck, that he had acquired the bomb components and described to them how he was going to configure the bomb making materials in the back of the Ryder truck.
He had pointed the Murrah Building out to Michael Fortier in mid-December, and told him that it was the building he was going to blow-up. After McVeigh had pulled off the highway and pointed the building out to Fortier, they discussed the best place for McVeigh to leave his car so he could get away quickly.
Michelle Gray: Did either Michael or Lori Fortier make any attempt to stop the bombing?
Jon Hersley: No, they did not make any attempt to stop it from taking place.
The Fortiers say that they didn’t think that McVeigh would actually go through with it. But he had acquired all of the bomb components, he had picked out the building he was going to blow-up, he picked out the type of vehicle he was going to use. He had everything. And he was trying to get Michael Fortier to help him. However, Fortier would not help him so to me that puts Fortier in a little bit of a different light than Terry Nichols.
So yes, you have to surmise, and I have no doubt, that the Fortiers knew exactly what McVeigh was going to do. And they could have stopped the whole thing with a phone call, and they didn’t. It could have been an anonymous phone call.
Michelle Gray: Do you think that Michel Fortier should have received life in prison?
Jon Hersley: Well, you know, I have to go by what the laws in our country are. And I think that those laws were followed and Fortier was sentenced accordingly. But, do I think he deserves life in prison for what he did, and what he didn’t do? Yes, I do.
Michelle Gray: What about Lori Fortier? Is she an innocent bystander?
Jon Hersley: Well, you can’t really say that someone is an innocent bystander if they’ve been told everything that is going to happen, and they do nothing to try to stop it, can you? But as part of the deal with Michael Fortier, we agreed not to prosecute Lori.
"Floors of concrete had fallen and were pancaked on top of where the officers were trying to free trapped victims. [Sgt.] Flowers heard a woman scream and saw her rolled up in a ball, her feet and legs tucked under her chest. She was imprisoned in a mass of cement blocks and steel rebar. He reached up through the concrete and touched the woman, telling her she was going to be okay, although he knew there was no way – it was impossible to move the concrete and steel rebar by hand."
Simple Truths: The Real Story of the Oklahoma City Bombing Investigation
Jon Hersley: Primarily weapons charges. He helped McVeigh transport weapons from Kansas to Kingman, Arizona, to help put money back in the coffer that Nichols used. I don’t know that Fortier knew exactly what all that was going to be used for, but he helped. So, he was convicted of weapons charges.
We didn’t have enough evidence to convict him of the bombing, absent the things coming out of his own mouth.
I think it’s important to understand that in a case of this magnitude you need an insider, and you need an insider for two reasons. One is you need the insider testifying in the courtroom, so the jury will have confidence in their verdict. And, I think you also need an insider for the sake of the public, so that the public will have confidence in the investigation and the outcome of the trials.
In cases of this magnitude, sometimes you have to make a deal with the Devil. That’s what we did. We needed an insider in the case, and Michael Fortier was that insider. Was it pleasant making a deal with Michael Fortier? Absolutely not, but I would still make the same decision today.
I will also say this, once Michael Fortier made the agreement with us, and agreed to testify, he definitely lived up to his end of the bargain. He did, I think, as good a job as he could have done testifying. And, I do think he regretted the fact that he had not picked up the phone and made a call. Now he has to live the rest of his life knowing that he could have stopped it all.
Michelle Gray: Was McVeigh the sole person involved in the planning of the bombing?
Jon Hersley: No. Terry Nichols was involved in it all the way. He helped McVeigh acquire the bomb components; he planned it out with him, including the day before the bombing when Nichols helped McVeigh mix the bomb at Geary Lake.
Michelle Gray: Would you say Nichols is a follower?
Jon Hersley: Terry? No. He’s absolutely not a follower. He was in this all the way with McVeigh.
The only thing that Terry Nichols didn’t do was go down to Oklahoma City on the morning of the bombing. He was afraid of getting caught there, so instead, he chose to hide behind his wife’s apron strings in Herington, Kansas, and let McVeigh go do the dirty work.
I think Terry Nichols is every bit as guilty as Tim McVeigh is, and the evidence in the case showed that.
You know one thing that has always bothered me about McVeigh and Nichols. If you feel strongly enough about committing a crime of this magnitude should you not stand up and say why you did it? Take responsibility for what you did? Say “I did this, because of this.” Have they done that? Not at all.
Michelle Gray: Do you think Terry Nichols is a coward?
Jon Hersley: Absolutely, Terry Nichols is a coward. Absolutely!
“Daina Bradley’s leg was caught between the basement floor and a slab of the collapsed floor above. For hours she had laid in six inches of water and was in shock. Dr. [Andy] Sullivan removed the hard hat he had been given and crawled on his stomach until he reached the patient. A light bulb rigged by the rescue workers provided a small glimpse of light.”
“He had to make quick decisions. A rescue harness was hooked to her body so she could be pulled immediately from the rubble after he amputated her leg.
The doctor was afraid to administer Demerol or Morphine in fear that the medicine would kill Daina. Instead, he gave her Versed, an amnesic that would help her forget what was about to happen. He prayed Daina would not bleed to death and die in his arms as he performed the crude surgery.
With the tourniquet tightened, Dr. Sullivan told Daina what he was about to do. At first she said no, but then relented, recognizing that loosing a leg was better than loosing her life.
Dr. Sullivan began his work. The first, second, and third scalpel blades broke as Daina screamed and thrashed about with her free arms and leg. The doctor used his body to pin her leg against the concrete wall and switched to an amputation knife. Hitting against the concrete dulled the knife, so Dr. Sullivan had to complete his horrible task with his pocket knife.
Because of Dr. Sullivan’s heroic effort, Daina survived."
Simple Truths: The Real Story of the Oklahoma City Bombing Investigation
Michelle Gray: Did both men know that there was a daycare inside the Murrah building?
Jon Hersley: Well, you know, that’s speculation. But Michael Fortier said that McVeigh certainly knew. We didn’t have as concrete of evidence that Terry Nichols knew that there was a daycare there. But I believe they both knew it.
Michelle Gray: Did Nichols or McVeigh ever express any remorse for anybody that they killed, even for just the children, the babies that died?
Jon Hersley: No. Not one bit.
“As she rounded the corner from Harvey and looked across Northwest Fifth Street, Helena could see the Murrah Building had been almost completely destroyed. The entire face of the building had blown off. As she ran toward the building, she counted in her mind, “One, two,” trying to imagine where the second floor of the day care center would have been. She began climbing the pile of debris - she desperately needed to be where Tevin would have been.”
“As she moved closer to the plaza area immediately behind the day care center, Helena screamed at two strangers that her baby was inside the building. The men asked her what she meant, and Helena screamed, “There’s a day care center in there, my baby’s in there.”
Simple Truths: The Real Story of the Oklahoma City Bombing Investigation
Jon Hersley: Absolutely. The Turner Diaries were like his bible. It was a very important book to him and he tried to get many, many people to read that book.
I don’t know if you’ve read the book; it’s absolute garbage, a piece of trash! To me, there is no redeeming quality about that book, at all. It’s racist, it’s biased. I don’t know how he could buy into all of that. I don’t know how anyone could buy into it. I think you have to have a skewed type of foundation to buy into something like that. It’s just bizarre, that book.
“He told his old friend about The Tuner Diaries. It was important to McVeigh, and he pressed Hodge to read the book. He left a copy of the book, along with a letter, for Hodge to read.
The letter stated in part, “Steve, Read the book when you have time to sit down and think. When I read it, I would have to stop at the end of every paragraph and examine the deeper meaning of what I had just read…..It is like you have written a diary during now and (when) a “revolution” took place in about 3 years; you keeping a diary the whole time. Then in 10 years or so, or even a thousand, an "archeologist” discovers your diary…..I am not giving you the book to convert you. I do, however, want you to understand the “other side” and view the pure literal genius of this piece. Again this is accomplished by not just simply reading this, but in analyzing every sentence you’ve read. Think “what made the author write that paragraph”, or “what deeper meaning is he trying to convey”, or “How, by wording it like that, is he trying to subliminally influence someone’s thinking”. If you look at it like that, it is a masterpiece.”
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Michelle Gray: Was McVeigh’s hatred for the government fueled by his failure in the military?
Jon Hersley: McVeigh had a lot of anti-government hatred built up for years, before he went into the military.
Before he went into the military he was upset and very, very angry with the government over gun control. He had even written a letter to the newspapers up in the Buffalo area about gun control rights, saying something like “what does this have to come to? That blood might have to be spilled in the streets about this?”
He completed his military career and tried out for Special Forces. But he was unable to compete in the physical arenas that Special Forces competed in and he voluntarily dropped out, after he had tried to do a five-mile walk with a rucksack on his back and found it to be too difficult.
Michelle Gray: What was the true motive for the bombing? Was it really retribution for Waco?
Jon Hersley: Yes, Waco had a lot to do with it. I think McVeigh, in his own warped mind, felt like he was avenging what had happened there.
He also, in my estimation, had not accomplished what he wanted to accomplish in his life. He was seeking relevance in life because he had none. So, I think in his own twisted mind, Waco gave him the excuse he wanted to try and make something of himself.
“It was no small coincidence that the book, Homemade C-4, ordered and shipped to McVeigh in May 1993, detailed the mixture of ammonium nitrate fertilizer with nitromethane and/or anhydrous hydrazine to complete a powerful explosive material. FBI explosives experts were certain the bomb that was exploded in front of the Murrah Building on April 19, 1995, was an ammonium nitrate based bomb.”
“Agent Hersley and other Agents assigned to the investigation took full note of the fact that Homemade C-4 was ordered and delivered to McVeigh approximately one month after the fire on April 19, 1993 at David Koresh’s compound in Waco, Texas.”
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Jon Hersley: McVeigh was a loner and I think in order to be able to do something like this you have to be capable of disassociating, because of all of the human lives you are going to take. I think it was easy for McVeigh to - retreat from society, if you will.
I think McVeigh was unique in this way; he never really had a meaningful relationship with a person of the opposite sex. He had no meaningful relationships in his life at all. And he had no real relationship with his mother. He referred to his mom in extremely derogatory terms, and his sister as well, he also referred to her in derogatory terms. His mom and his dad divorced when he was pretty young, and I don’t think he ever forgave his mom for that.
So I do think the fact that McVeigh had no real relationships in his life enabled him to distance himself from society. That’s no excuse or justification for what he did, but all of those things contributed to who McVeigh was.
Michelle Gray: Have you ever spoken with McVeigh’s family, and if so have they ever expressed their own remorse for Tim’s actions?
Jon Hersley: That is one tragedy that probably some people don’t focus on in this case. What this did to Bill McVeigh, Tim’s father.
I spoke with Bill McVeigh. He came out and talked with us after Tim was arrested. He wanted to go out and visit his son, and I was hopeful that maybe by Bill McVeigh talking to Tim he could convince him that he should do the right thing and tell what happened.
When I first spoke with Bill McVeigh he was like a shell of a man. There was nobody inside. It was like someone had ripped his insides completely out and left him hollow. It was like a tornado had hit him. This absolutely tore him to pieces. I don’t expect he’ll ever recover from this, and I think he was really a pretty good guy. He didn’t have animosity like Tim did towards the government. That wasn’t part of Bill McVeigh’s make-up.
Michelle Gray: What about his sister, Jennifer? Did you ever speak with her, and if so did she ever express remorse for her brother’s actions?
Jon Hersley: Jennifer McVeigh was a little bit different. She had bought into some of Tim’s anti-government sentiment and had a lot of that built up inside her.
I spent a lot of time with Jennifer because we knew that Jennifer was going to be a pretty important witness. And she was. She didn’t like it, but she really didn’t have much choice.
She told me that she thought McVeigh was going to do something on that day, and that it might include killing someone. But she had no idea he was going to blow-up a building full of people. She was in a complete state of shock while we were talking to her. She was shocked that her brother could do such a thing. She did cry, and I remember telling her that it was okay to cry.
Michelle Gray: What was it that you were hoping McVeigh would tell you that you didn’t discover in the investigation?
Jon Hersley: Well, as any investigator would like, you’d like the main culprit to sit down and tell you everything. I didn’t feel like we needed him to put our case together. We were already well on our way to putting our case together by the time we arrested him. But any investigator that is heading up a case like this would love to sit down with the main culprit and go start to finish with them.
We are very confident that we know who was involved in this, and that those people have been brought to justice. Someone might say, well, did McVeigh tell you that there was no one else involved? I am very, very confident that there were no other people involved. In fact, I’m 100% confident that I know who was involved in this, who plotted and planned the bombing, who carried it out, and that those people have been brought to justice. I don’t know that I would be any more confident in our investigation if McVeigh told me himself that we had all of the participants than I am right now.
Some people might say that Michael Fortier didn’t spend enough time in prison, and I’d be one of those. But that’s what the laws of our society are, and those did not enable us to get Michael Fortier sentenced to any more time than he got. I don’t disagree with those laws, but I don’t necessarily think that they’re set up for a case like this. Michael Fortier received twelve years. I’d like to see Michael Fortier spend the rest of his life in prison.
Michelle Gray: What about people on the sidelines in this tragedy? Those individuals that others may not necessarily perceive as victims, but who are victims of the bombing none the less?
Jon Hersley: There are all kinds of victims in this.
Eldon Elliot, he was a victim. He started crying one day when we were interviewing him. I asked him what was wrong. He said, “Jon, I know I rented the truck to this guy.” I told him, “Eldon, I’m a law enforcement officer in Oklahoma City and maybe I should have been up on I-35 when McVeigh was coming into the city and stopped him. This is not your fault. You had no idea what he was going to do with that truck.”
The guy who sold the fertilizer to McVeigh felt awful, just awful. But he couldn’t have done anything. He didn’t know what McVeigh was planning to do with it.
There are all kinds of victims in this. There are people who were involved in the investigation that were taken away from their families for three years and others who weren’t involved in the investigation and feel badly because they weren’t. It’s like people who are involved in these mass shootings. They feel guilty because they survived. There are all kinds of things like that.
Michelle Gray: Are you still in contact with the victim families? If so, how are they doing?
Jon Hersley: They are doing much as you might expect. Most of them are doing really well. Some of them have had trouble letting go, and I say letting go carefully because they never really let go. I’d say rather than letting go, some of them have had more difficulty than others living the new life they’ve been so unfairly dealt.
Michelle Gray: What do you think the public should take away from Oklahoma City?
Jon Hersley: Oklahoma City was a domestic crime committed by our own people, for all the wrong reasons.
What can we take away from this horrible tragedy, and learn from it? It’s certainly not what McVeigh wanted us to learn from it, to feel his sense of anger. I don’t think we should feel that. I think we should feel love and kindness and what these people meant to the world.
If anything, we need to take away from it that we don’t want people to feel isolated in the world, to feel full of anger and hatred and loneliness with no sense of relevance.
You know, with as much animosity as I have for McVeigh, I can only imagine what his life was like. Can you imagine getting to the point where you are so full of hatred, and anger and loneliness that you could do something like this? Blow up a building full of innocent people?
Michelle Gray: There is a common perception that the FBI doesn’t get on well with other law enforcement agencies. How true was that in this case?
Jon Hersley: Well, I know exactly what you are talking about. Sometimes the FBI has been accused of not working well with other agencies, being primadonnas and not sharing information back and forth. I’ve never experienced that myself, though. I always try to treat those agencies and officers the way that I’d like to be treated, and I’ve found that once we all start working together it always seems to work just fine. It’s just a matter of treating people with respect and courtesy, like you’d want to be treated yourself. But I do know what you’re talking about.
In this case, with the magnitude of this tragedy, all of the agencies and the public worked very closely, and extremely well together. Any little side issues that people may have had before the tragedy were put aside. It really was a thing of beauty to watch, and be a part of, something positive arising from this terrible tragedy.
The citizens of Oklahoma City were really wonderful and they really came together to try and do the best that they could to help. For example: when we got our command post set up we would get food deliveries in there for the first several weeks, and it was more than we could ever possibly eat. We would be working eighteen to twenty hours a day, and we really didn’t have time to go out and get lunch or dinner so people were bringing food to us. I remember telling everyone “we have to be really careful what we ask for here, in the way of supplies and everything else, because we might end up getting a truckload of it!”
“Though scores of buildings were damaged, there was no looting. When rescue workers and firefighters asked for something, they got everything. By the box – by the truckload – there was no limit to the love.
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“A rescue and recovery operation involving thousands, for weeks, around the clock, in rain and wind and under the white of lights on cranes, conducted simultaneously with the investigation of the largest criminal case in the history of the United States. Firefighters, police officers, emergency service personnel, construction workers, all feverishly picking the building apart with their hearts, hands, and five-gallon buckets.”
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Michelle Gray: Is it true that witness recollections are notoriously inaccurate?
Jon Hersley: Not necessarily witness recollections, but witness identifications you have to be really careful with. I think eye-witness sightings may be what you mean. With eye-witness sightings, unless there’s some other significant event that happened along with it, I would say to law enforcement that they have to be very careful on eye-witness sightings.
When you’re conducting a business transaction with somebody it’s much easier to remember them. And it’s much more reliable than if you just pass somebody on the street or you see something happen very quickly, that’s when you really have to be careful.
For me to consider them to be reliable there would need to be some other event that took place with it. If the victim was assaulted, you’re going to have a better chance of remembering the person. Even though it’s a real traumatic event, and sometimes that impacts your ability to remember.
What I’m saying is that if there’s some reason for you to focus on the person, it’s easier to remember them.
For example; When McVeigh came into Elliot’s Body Shop for the first time on Saturday morning. Well, it was only him and Eldon Elliot that were in there together, and they were less than two feet apart when McVeigh was reserving the Ryder truck. Then Eldon Elliott got a chance to see McVeigh again when he came in on Monday afternoon. I bring up Eldon Elliot because Eldon had a reason he could remember McVeigh, and it was because he waited on McVeigh, signed the paperwork with him and talked with him.
Another example would be if I were to say to you that you’ve probably stayed at hotels in the last five years, other than the manager or someone working at the hotels, would you really remember any of the other guests staying next door to you, or that you might have passed?
McVeigh and Nichols stayed at different hotels and any time that that they stayed at hotels we would go and get the reservation cards and find out if the managers or the hotel office people knew anything about either of them. But to expect any of the guests that stayed there to remember McVeigh or Nichols, remember whether they were actually there or if somebody was with them, is really asking those individuals to stretch their mind too far.
Michelle Gray: Wasn’t there someone who came forward who stated that they had witnessed some men, that they believed to be of Middle Eastern decent, in the area just before the explosion?
Jon Hersley: There was a homeless man in downtown Oklahoma City on the morning of the bombing that said he saw two Middle Eastern people running across the street, jumping into a brown pick-up and hurrying away from the bombing.
Then he said they went west on Fifth Street, and turned north on Harvey Avenue. Well, those are both one way streets, and they go in the opposite directions of where he said he saw these two people go. He was interviewed the next day and he couldn’t keep his directions straight as to which direction they had gone.
He also provided really elaborate descriptions of those two people. You have to ask yourself “why was he so focused on those two people?” Nothing had happened, yet. The bomb had not gone off. There was no reason for him to sit there and analyze everything about these two guys and what they were wearing.
We conducted all kinds of investigations and follow-ups to people calling the hotline reporting brown pick-up trucks that were being spotted all over Oklahoma City, many at the same time.
As the investigation continued we were able to determine that the information just wasn’t accurate. There weren’t two people running across Fifth Avenue, Middle Eastern or otherwise, that the homeless person’s information was not at all reliable.
Michelle Gray: Jon, is there any Middle East connection to the bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Building in Oklahoma City?
Jon Hersley: Absolutely not. There is absolutely no Middle Eastern connection to the Oklahoma City bombing at all, and I am 100% confident in that.
Michelle Gray: Is there specific criteria for the FBI to come into an investigation? Do you have to be invited in or are there specific types of crimes that fall within FBI jurisdiction?
Jon Hersley: It’s both of those, really. Mainly it comes down to whether Congress has enacted legislation and laws that give us the jurisdiction over those crimes.
There are specific types of crimes that the FBI has jurisdiction over, the Oklahoma City bombing was one. We don’t have to be asked by anybody to come into an investigation like that.
Certain types of crimes we do have to be invited in. There is some where we have to be asked by other state or local law enforcement agencies to lend assistance, and we will do that. Crimes that are not in our country; sometimes in terrorism crimes we are invited to come into other countries with crime scene investigations and things of that nature. Kidnappings in the United States; there has to be indications that the victim, or victims, have been transported across state lines before the FBI can be involved in it. Most of the crimes that the FBI investigates they have jurisdiction over, and they don’t have to be invited.
Michelle Gray: If you were to give others in law enforcement any advice in conducting an investigation of this magnitude what would it be?
Jon Hersley: If I was to be asked what to tell an investigator heading up a case like this I would say to keep an open mind and cover every base, look under every rock. It’s very important that an investigator keep an open mind when they go through a case like this, because you don’t want to miss anything. You don’t want to miss one single thing - and we didn’t.
You learn that you can’t do everything in an investigation yourself. You have to depend on other people, and we literally had thousands of people across the country helping us in this case. I remember thinking to myself, “My gosh, I can pick up the phone and call anywhere in the United States and ask that ‘this’ be done, or that ‘this’ be checked out and any law enforcement officer across the country would not only say, “We will help you”, but “We will help you right now. We will do it right now.” That was pretty nice to be able to do that, it gave us a sense of confidence.
And I think you need to have people with some experience. That’s one of the things that I felt that Larry Tongate and I had in this investigation. We had a tremendous amount of trial experience and courtroom experience, and that helped us a lot.
Michelle Gray: What do you think is, or was, the biggest public misconception in this case and of the FBI’s investigation
Jon Hersley: Well, there were all kinds of conspiracy theories out there. Were there more people involved, did the FBI rush to judgment, were there people involved that we didn’t investigate early because we had our men and we wanted to prosecute them, was the government actually involved in some type of a cover-up, and was there actually a sting that had gone wrong?
You know, it’s really offensive to me that people with really no foundation or base whatsoever would accuse the government of being involved in the bombing, or say that it was some type of sting that had gone wrong and the government was trying to cover it up. That’s really pretty asinine and ludicrous. It’s absolutely unfounded, there is no basis for it whatsoever, and it is really, really offensive.
Having known people and had friends that were killed in that bombing, there is no way I would have ever rested if I would have thought anything like that had happened. If there had been anything pointing to someone else having been involved I certainly would have wanted to know that! And, in the position that Larry Tongate and I were in, in the bombing investigation, if there was ever even a hint about any of this we would have known about it, and that absolutely did not happen.
Michelle Gray: Did McVeigh belong to a militia?
Jon Hersley: No. That’s a misnomer. No, he was not a militia member.
You know, that’s one of the things that I almost would like to get out to people. I’m not signing up for militias, but you know, they’re not like this. They’re not like McVeigh. They don’t do that. They don’t like this. They don’t want to be associated with this crime. Again, I’m not signing up for militias, but you know, most of these militia people are not really bad people. They’re not like this. They don’t act out like this and take people’s lives just because they might disagree with certain things.
Michelle Gray: In your career with the FBI have you ever been told not to investigate a tip associated with a case, regardless of how ridiculous the tip sounds?
Jon Hersley: No, absolutely not.
Michelle Gray: Were you ever asked not to investigate any tip associated with the Oklahoma City bombing case?
Jon Hersley: There was not ever any hint at any time, and we were never told not to look at any tip coming in to this case. Nor were we ever told, or even hinted at, that we shouldn’t look at anything we wanted to in this investigation. In fact, it was exactly the opposite. We were encouraged to look at absolutely everything, and we did that.
Contrary to some of the conspiracy theorists belief that the FBI rushed to judgment, I would say exactly the opposite occurred. In fact, it turned out that we may have over investigated this case at times. But in retrospect I’m glad we did that, and I feel very confident in our investigation because we did do that.
Michelle Gray: Where you ever told not to investigate Elohim City?
Jon Hersley: I have seen it reported in the news media that the FBI was told to back off of the investigation in Elohim City. There is absolutely no truth to that whatsoever.
Michelle Gray: Was the FBI successful in positively confirming the identity of the individual identified as John Doe #2?
Jon Hersley: Yes. That was Todd Bunting.
McVeigh went into Elliot’s Body Shop and picked up his Ryder truck on Monday afternoon, April the 17th. Michael Hertig and Todd Bunting went in there on Tuesday afternoon, April 18th.
Michael Hertig and Todd Bunting were both soldiers at Fort Riley. Hertig was being transferred to a new duty station and he went into Elliot’s Body Shop to pick up a Ryder truck in conjunction with his move Tuesday afternoon. His buddy, Todd Bunting, drove him over to pickup the Ryder truck and had gone inside with Hertig
Todd Kessinger was a mechanic at Elliot’s Body Shop. He had started going into the office in the afternoon to take his break, because he liked to talk with Vicki Beemer. So he was in there on Monday afternoon eating a bag of popcorn and having a soda pop when McVeigh came in to pick up his truck. He was also in there Tuesday afternoon, doing the same thing, having his break and talking with Vicki Beemer, when Michael Hertig and Todd Bunting came in to pick up their truck. He had started paying attention to Hertig because Vicki Beemer made a comment to Hertig when he pulled out his drivers license that she had been married longer than Hertig had been alive. Kessinger said that when she said that he looked up at Hertig and studied him a little bit, and also saw his partner, Bunting.
Michelle Gray: Did Hertig and McVeigh look similar?
Jon Hersley: Well, if you described them orally they would be similar in their description. They were roughly the same height and weight, and hair color. But they really don’t look a whole lot alike. It’s kind of hard for a guy to say this, but Michael Hertig was a better looking man than McVeigh was. So when you saw them you wouldn’t necessarily confuse them, but if somebody described them to you their description would be pretty similar. They both had the same general hair color, wore it relatively the same length, Hertig’s was a little bit longer than McVeigh’s. And Hertig had a moustache at that time and McVeigh didn’t.
Kessinger did not mistake Hertig for McVeigh in his mind. Kessinger is the one that we did the composite drawings from and Kessinger absolutely described McVeigh as John Doe #1. And he’s been very consistent, and has always been consistent about that. When he saw McVeigh for the first time after McVeigh was arrested he said, “That’s the guy. That’s John Doe #1 right there. That’s who I was describing.” After he saw a series of pictures of Todd Bunting he said “that’s who I was drawing as John Doe #2, right there.” Kessinger had mistakenly taken Bunting, from the Hertig / Bunting episode and put Bunting in with McVeigh. That’s a fairly common thing that happens. There’s a word for that, and I can’t think of it right now, but there have been books written on it. Where you take somebody from one event and replace them in another event mistakenly. That’s what happened there.
Michelle Gray: Who is Danny Coulson, and how does he fit into this investigation?
Jon Hersley: Danny Coulson, is the former FBI SAC [Special Agent in Charge] of the Dallas division, and a guy that I know pretty well.
Danny Coulson was not involved in the Oklahoma City investigation for any real length of time, at all. So he doesn’t know the inner workings of the investigation. But that hasn’t stopped him from speaking about it as if he does.
He had made one comment in the news media that there should be a Grand Jury called to investigate this. That tells me volumes, because there was a Grand Jury that investigated this. For eighteen months. Apparently Danny doesn’t even know that. That’s kind of sad, really.
Unfortunately, Danny handles himself very well when he talks, and he presents himself pretty well on TV.
I’m a little bit upset with Coulson for what he’s done. But he can do what he wants to, I guess. He’s entitled. But when he goes out and makes statements about the bombing investigation on things he knows nothing about, that’s kind of frustrating.
Michelle Gray: So, the public sees his remarks as having credibility, as though he knows what he’s talking about, because he carried those FBI credentials too?
Jon Hersley: Yep. For whatever reason, and I don’t want to speculate on what his reasons are, Danny feels the need to come out and comment on this investigation and he wasn’t even involved in it for very long at all. He really doesn’t know very much about it.
Michelle Gray: How long was Danny Coulson actually involved in the investigation?
Jon Hersley: He worked on the case for about one month.
Michelle Gray: Your wife was brought into one of these conspiracy theories, wasn’t she?
Jon Hersley: Yes. She worked at a department store and there was a woman who worked there whose husband is a conspiracy theorist. He has accused her of knowing about the bombing beforehand. He has claimed that she told his wife about the bombing beforehand, and that is absolutely and blatantly false. There is absolutely no truth to that at all. My wife is one of the most decent people I’ve ever met in my life, and she certainly didn’t have any information like that because there absolutely was no information like that.
It’s upsetting to you as an FBI agent to have somebody accuse your wife of that, but she’s also confident in me, and confident in what our investigation shows.
But, you have all kinds of things like that.
I’ve told my wife, if people ask you questions about the Oklahoma City investigation, or they want to know your feelings about it, feel free to tell them. But don’t try to convince them of anything because they have their own feelings and they need to derive their own thoughts from what happened. You’re not going to convince somebody who doesn’t want to believe it. So, if you want to speak your mind about it, go right ahead. But then give those people the right to feel how they want to feel about it, they’re entitled to that, and you shouldn’t feel badly because they feel differently than you do.
Michelle Gray: If there was one thing that you could say to those individuals who continue to promote conspiracy theories, what would it be?
Jon Hersley: Well, I’d ask them to keep in mind that every time they come up with one of these unfounded conspiracy theories it sends the victim families on an emotional rollercoaster.
Every time one of these conspiracy theories is brought up, and they’re brought up in a way that encourages the victim families to believe that there is somebody else involved, and that not everybody has been brought to justice, it sends these victim families on these tremendous emotional rides. I think that is very unfortunate because they’ve already been through enough. They’ve had their insides completely ripped out. They’ve had their loved ones taken completely away from them for no legitimate reason whatsoever and they want to have some type of closure. Closure, I don’t think is the right word, because they don’t ever really experience closure. They only learn to live their lives in a different way. They now have a different life. I would ask them to maybe consider this a little bit before they start putting out theories to the public that have no basis and no foundation at all.
Imagine having a family member killed in a tragedy like this, and then not knowing for sure whether the people that were responsible for it have been brought to justice. It’s going to completely churn up all of those feelings that you have had to deal with for the last twelve years, and it’s going to be the same thing after twenty years. So I think there needs to be some credibility to these theories when they’re brought up. There needs to be some basis for them. I would only ask these individuals to consider the victim family members feelings when they go off and start promoting these half-cocked theories.
I think the evidence comes out when we are twelve years after the Oklahoma City bombing and none of these theories have proven to have any life whatsoever because there’s no basis for them, there’s no foundation for them, there’s no proof, there’s no facts and there’s no evidence for them. Yet individuals continue to engage in mere speculation.
We’ve had three trials, two federal trials in Denver and a state trial in Oklahoma. McVeigh and Nichols each had upwards of about fifteen attorneys apiece for those trials. Those attorneys did not further these conspiracy theories in those trials because there is nothing to them, and you know if there was any substance or foundation to them they would have. There is no substance, there is no foundation, and there is no evidence. And no conspiracy theorist, investigator, reporter, Congressman, or any other member of the public has come forth with anything credible in the past twelve years that suggests otherwise.
We can’t deal in mere speculation in law enforcement. We have to deal in facts and we have to deal in evidence. That’s what it takes in the courtroom. That’s what you need when you charge someone and you are going to try them in our country. You need to have the law and the facts and the evidence on your side, you can’t engage in speculation and go off on something half-cocked. And that’s what these conspiracy theories are based on, half-cocked speculation with no basis in facts or evidence.
I think if individuals are going to continue to try and push these conspiracy theories on to others when those theories simply have no basis in fact then I think they need to examine what their own agendas are for doing that.
I’ve told people that I now know how the investigators who did the Kennedy assassination felt. Because I’m sure they are very, very confident in their investigation just like I am in ours. Yet there is always going to be people who are going to question that, and that’s their right. I don’t have animosity or ill feelings towards people for that, but I know how those investigators feel now, I think.
I fully encourage anybody to look into our investigation. Congress, conspiracy theorists if they would like, any member of the public. I invite them to look into our investigation because I am 100% confident that we came to the right conclusions and that we know exactly what happened in the Oklahoma City bombing. So people can look at it for the next twenty-five years if they want to, there’s not going to be any change in the outcome because we know what happened.
There was a Congressman from California that investigated the FBI’s investigation into the Oklahoma City bombing, and put different theories out there. The Congressman has not found anything that the FBI did not find in the course of their investigation.
I’m going to say this very carefully, because I would never have any ill feelings toward any member of Congress who wanted to look into our investigation. I think that is one of the duties Congress has in their position. They should do that. But I think they also need to be careful in what they put out to the public, and make sure that what they are putting out is accurate. When they conduct investigations into things like the Oklahoma City bombing then at the end of that investigation they need to be very forthright with the American public about what they did or did not find. I think Congressmen, conspiracy theorists, any member of the public, if they’re going to look into this investigation should have the responsibility, after the fact, to report back to the American people what they did or did not find.
The FBI concluded that two men, Timothy McVeigh and Terry Nichols, planned and carried out the making of the bomb, and McVeigh delivered it to it’s destination outside of the Alfred P. Murrah Building on the morning of April 19, 1995.
Many people have wondered if anyone else accompanied McVeigh to pick up the bomb truck at Elliott’s and deliver the truck in front of the Murrah Building on the morning of the bombing. The answer might lie in the fact no one else was needed.”
“With a crime as horrific as the Oklahoma City bombing, it is natural to assume that many suspects had to have been involved. However, the reality is that one man alone could have carried out the crime. Two men were more than enough. Other than uncorroborated and unsubstantiated eyewitness testimony, no credible evidence existed that anyone other than McVeigh and Nichols were involved.”
“McVeigh and Nichols, through the literature they possessed and the conversations between themselves and Michael Fortier, as well is others, tried to project themselves as patriots and heroes. They were neither.
They attempted to compare themselves with the likes of Thomas Jefferson and Patrick Henry, men of honor. McVeigh and Nichols were neither.”
“Their actions are the actions of cowards. Hopefully, our great country and the world will remember them as such.
When all is considered, the simple truth is that Timothy James McVeigh and Terry Lynn Nichols tried to satisfy their hatred for the United States government by killing innocent men, women, and children in the heartland of America. May their
dastardly and cowardly deed never be repeated – nor forgotten.”
Simple Truths: The Real Story of the Oklahoma City Bombing Investigation
Jon Hersley: That’s a broad question, but I’d say that there’s a bunch of really good people in the FBI. The people in the FBI are great people, they’re wonderful people, family oriented people – tremendously so! They try to do the very best they can and they want every bit as much as any member of the public to solve crimes that have been committed. They will spend hours, and hours, and hours to make sure that they’ve investigated the crime thoroughly, and that the right people are brought to justice.
I think the public, at times, may view the FBI as just being this big entity that moves forward without regard to feelings. They forget that there are actual people inside the FBI who are conducting these investigations who have families and friends just like they do. We are exactly like they are.
The FBI, sometimes, contributes to this public conception because they often times will take the position that they have no comment when the news media asks them questions. Well, that can be perceived negatively by the news media, and I think often times it is. And when that’s reported to the public it’s perceived negatively, when in fact a lot of times the FBI cannot comment publicly on an investigation for privacy ramifications and rules. That’s kind of just a product of what happens.
Just ask the public to consider that we have faces, we have families, and we have hearts. People and conspiracy theorists want to hurl stones and daggers at us like we’re not people. That we’re somehow this FBI entity, not a family, and that couldn’t be further from the truth.
I would say that if the public actually knew the FBI investigators that are conducting the investigation they’d feel much differently and have much more confidence in the investigations that are being conducted and they’d realize that FBI Agents are human beings like everybody else and they want what’s right, and they want what’s just, and they want to conduct the very best investigation that they can. They’re also human and from time to time some mistakes are made, and we try to learn from those.
Michelle Gray: How do you feel about the portrayal of FBI agents on television?
Jon Hersley: I don’t watch those shows, personally. I don’t have much interest in watching shows about law enforcement. But I would have to say that these shows probably give the public a misconception of what actually happens in criminal investigations because most of the FBI shows you will see solve major crimes in an hour, hour and a half. In reality it’s far from that. It takes long hours and you spend a great deal of time away from your family. Just like in the Oklahoma City investigation. Basically, we were away from our family for the better part of three years doing that investigation. So, the public probably doesn’t really get a good feel of things like that or the commitment level it takes.
Michelle Gray: What makes a good FBI agent?
Jon Hersley: A good person. A good person, with a lot of perseverance, who is willing to work really long, hard hours, has unquestioned integrity, and is just a really good person inside. And probably being a really good family person helps out too.
Michelle Gray: How did you and Larry Tongate come to write this book?
Jon Hersley: I had pretty much decided that I wasn’t going to write one. I really wasn’t sure that it was an appropriate thing to do.
But, there were two gentlemen that I admired and respected a great deal. Two federal judges in Oklahoma, who I had, had many cases before in the courtroom. They believed a book on the bombing investigation needed to be written for the sake of history. They believed that in order to set the record straight on the facts of the investigation, there was a responsibility to the American people to write one. And, that with the position that I had held within the investigation, the obligation to set the record straight was mine. I still wasn’t sure that I wanted to write a book, but I had a tremendous amount of respect for these two men, and what they said got me thinking. There had been other books written and they simply were not accurate. McVeigh had a couple of news reporters interview him and they had done a book. Maybe the judges were right, and maybe from the standpoint of history, it was something that needed to be done.
So I called Larry Tongate, Larry was the Lead Case Agent on the Nichols side of the investigation, and said, “This is kind of what’s going on, what do you think?” We talked about it, and we thought, well, maybe from the standpoint of history, and given the fact that we were the closest to this investigation we know intimately more than anybody else does. So maybe we did have an obligation to do something like this.
We agreed that if we did write a book it would have to be non-profit. We didn’t want to capitalize or profit off of the bombing or the bombing investigation. I would never want the victim families to construe me as a profiteer, making money off of their tragedy. I couldn’t look at myself if I did that. Let alone what they might think about it.
This book is not like a novel that you sit and read, you know. You could write a whole book on the inner-workings of the investigation and the command post and all the personalities – I would never embark down that road. We tried to write this from a standpoint that the reader could understand how the investigation went from the inside out, like we did.
The most important thing that we had in our mind was that we wanted the victim family members, if they wanted the very best accounting of what happened in the investigation, that they would have a place to go get it. We wanted to give the victim family members an inside out look at the investigation, if they want to look at it; and be able to comfort themselves knowing that the investigation was done in a way that they could be confident in. That’s really why we wrote the book.
One of the Daily Oklahoman news reporters told me after he read the book, “Jon, this is a book that will have the same meaning forty years from now.” I liked that comment. That was one of the things we were trying to accomplish.
Some people would say that we could have talked more about the conspiracy theories. But myself, I feel like if we had done that we would give them more credibility and we wanted to get the truth out there.
Michelle Gray: Who is Bob Burke?
Jon Hersley: Bob Burke is an author and an attorney in Oklahoma City who has written about fifty books on Oklahoma history, all non-profit. He was instrumental in helping Larry and I put this book together, and in getting it published. In fact, Bob contributed about twenty-five thousand dollars of his own money as a donation to the Oklahoma Heritage Association for the purpose of getting this book produced.
Michelle Gray: Did the FBI have any control over the content of the book?
Jon Hersley: We did not consult with them when we wrote the book. We wrote it, and then we took the manuscript and sent it to them for their approval. As an FBI agent you have to submit it to them first for their approval and then they vet it.
Michelle Gray: Did the FBI request, or require you to make any changes, omit anything, delete anything, or include anything that hadn’t already been included?
Jon Hersley: They did not ask us to change one thing. Not one thing. They signed off on it without making one single change.
Michelle Gray: Was there anybody who said that you shouldn’t write the book, or don’t write the book?
Jon Hersley: No, no one.
Michelle Gray: How did the McVeigh and Nichols families feel about it?
Jon Hersley: I don’t know, we didn’t converse with them. We didn’t write the book from the vantage point of McVeigh and Nichols. So, it wasn’t meant to be something that would be understood or placated or reviewed by the McVeigh and Nichols families. It really wasn’t written with them in mind.
McVeigh had already, pretty much, had the chance to tell his side of the story in a book. I wanted to tell the victim families what really happened, and how we figured this all out.
Michelle Gray: Was there anything that you decided not to include in the book, for whatever reason, that in hindsight you wish you had included?
Jon Hersley: No. There’s not anything in retrospect that we would have put in the book that we didn’t. We got in there what we wanted, and I think if a reader sits down and reads it with an open mind it will be difficult for them to come away without having a better sense of confidence in the investigation. That’s what we wanted to accomplish and I think we did.
Michelle Gray: Where do the proceeds from the sale of the book go?
Jon Hersley: The proceeds go to the Oklahoma City Bombing Memorial and the Oklahoma Heritage Association, which is a non-profit organization that is dedicated to preserving Oklahoma history. The Oklahoma Heritage Association owns the rights to the book, and they funded it.
Michelle Gray: What final thought would you like readers to leave with?
Jon Hersley: I think crimes that are committed like Oklahoma City get their origin from hatred, anger, animosity, and the lack of love and kindness in the world. I think the more that we can realize that as a people, then the more we can do to keep people from feeling so isolated and lonely. I think that the more we can promote love and kindness and friendship in the world the better chance we have of keeping crimes of this magnitude from being repeated. We also have an obligation to protect ourselves.
I think that when you see these crimes in the high schools, shootings at McDonald’s and things of that nature it’s because people are becoming isolated from society and they feel like they’re alone. Hatred and animosity starts growing in them because of their perceptions about the way they’ve been treated by society. Many times, probably most of the time those are misperceptions. But those misperceptions are still those people’s belief of how they’ve been treated.
Treat people like you would like to be treated yourself, let people know that they are loved and we’ll be fine in this society. I think that would go a long way. I’m not going to say that it’s going to put a stop to all crimes, that would be ridiculous, but I hope that the older that we get as a country we will realize more and more that it IS important how we treat each other.
I really do believe these things. If we treat people like we want to be treated I think the world would be a better place. I’m not always able to follow that, but my mother tried to instill that in me. And if I could be half the person my mother was by the time I die I think I’d be a pretty good person.
Simple Truths, written by Jon Hersley, Larry Tongate and Bob Burke, can be found at Barnes & Nobel, Amazon, Target’s online outlet, and through the Oklahoma Heritage Association.
[ Michelle Gray also writes for National Lampoon ]
Gregg Olsen is a masterful storyteller with an acerbic wit and a wickedly evil and twisted imagination. And that has never been more apparent than in his newest novel, A Cold Dark Place. Darkly atmospheric and vividly detailed, A Cold Dark Place is a multi-layered tale of love, murder, obsession and the family ties that bind. Taking serial killers and the girls who love them to a whole new dimension, this sinister and suspense filled thriller draws the reader in and holds them by the throat until well past the last turn of the page. Warning: you’ll never look at those fast-food ketchup packets the same way again.
To celebrate the release of this, his second novel, a bunch of us have asked Gregg to drop by our little corner of blog heaven and participate in a progressive interview. Gregg will be dropping in on several of his friends today and answering a question on each of their blogs. Each blog will contain a link to the next blog with the next question. Follow the links until you reach the end and then just like at the bottom of a box of Cracker Jack, you might just find a Little Orphan Annie secret decoder ring.
Gregg was gracious enough to agree to answer whatever questions we wanted to throw at him, even the personal ones. Now, when Gregg Olsen opens a door only a fool is going to say, “No, thanks.” So baby, I got personal. Okay, not overly personal, but damn it, I know there’s a whole lot of Gregg Olsen fans out there who’ve noticed the same thing I have. Someone’s got a tattoo… And it’s proudly displayed on the inside back cover of A Cold Dark Place. Now, since we all know that true crime readers are primarily women, all I have to say is this: "girls, we like tattoos, don’t we?" Well, some tattoos. If it was on his face then I guess he’d be this guy…

M.G.: So, Gregg, what’s the story behind your now infamous tattoo, and do you have any others? Enquiring minds want to know…Now, if you thought my question wasn’t quite what you might have expected, then wait until you see what Gregg and Brian Lindenmuth are talking about at Brian’s place. Something about spaceships, conspiracies… and gregg salad sandwiches?
G.O.: I’d been thinking about getting a tattoo for awhile when I went to Slave to the Needle in Seattle a few years back. I toyed with having something done to commemorate the men who’d died in the Sunshine Mine fire (the subject of my book THE DEEP DARK), but nothing seemed appropriate. I didn’t have the biceps for a pick and shovel motif, to say the least. I decided on a simple band with the names of my wife and daughters woven into it.
People say tattoos and names are a bad idea, but hey, I know that I’ll never have any more kids and I know that I’d never marry again if Claudia dumped me. There are spaces for grandchildren, too. I might add them in. That is, if I’m so lucky.
Gregg Olsen is a New York Times best selling author. His newest thriller, A Cold Dark Place, is available online at Barnes & Nobel, Amazon and Borders. Gregg can also be found blogging at Crime Rant, a true crime web site he runs with partner M. William Phelps. Sphere: Related Content
With the Internet came a whole new kind of menace. Rather than having become a vehicle to share information the Net has become a vehicle in which individuals have been provided with the tools to freely libel, harass, stalk, defame and defraud others without fear of prosecution. It has become the safe haven of the mentally challenged and the mentally ill, the felon and the free loader.
It has become a place where your home address and phone number have been sold to the highest bidder and placed out in the open for all to see. Do you have children over 18 living with you? You and the names of your relatives, your kids, are out in the open for anyone to grab. Just point and click. A minute, maybe less is all it will take.
Your house? Well it’s viewable from those neat little satellite images they have on the Net now. And if you’re one of the really lucky ones you might even see a capture of your car sitting in the drive-way and your wife sunning herself on the back lawn. So much for that fence, eh? Property records? Depending on your state and county, the price you paid for your house is out there, along with the sellers name and your previous address, the amount of your loan, the tax records for the property, and sometimes a whole lot more. Lock your doors and windows, get an alarm; you might need it more than you think.
Your email addresses now belong to another Net based service, and with a quick click every site you’ve used it at will be returned to your unknown voyeur.
Been in any litigation? Well, depending on how up to date your courthouse is with technology, that paperwork is online. I once found the court documents detailing the sexual harassment law suite against a potential employee. The discovery was good for the company, bad for the individual, he didn’t get an interview.
Remember when Uncle Harry became a victim of identity theft – after he died? The thief obtained his social security number, all nine digits, from the Social Security Death Index. Available on-line, of course.
Did you know that the SEC used to publish the social security numbers of Paul Allen and Bill Gates on-line, as well as several other wealthy high profile individuals? The SEC had never edited the paperwork that was submitted after scanning the copies of the documents and prior to publishing them. Brilliant, eh?
Got kids on MySpace? Think all is well because their profile is set to private? I got news for you. With a quick click here and a quick click there you kid’s friends, the ones that no one can see because the profile is locked, are exposed through a backdoor glitch to a silent lurker. A few hours of reading and our little Stalking Stanley identifies the open profiles of your angel’s friends and is now armed with all the information he needs. Stan the Man now creates a MySpace group and begins inviting people. Eventually he targets your kid, because frankly, your kid was the target all along. Once your darling angel accepts that request to join Stan’s group, let’s say for the sake of argument it’s a group for fans of Hannah Montana, your angel’s private profile is now no longer private and Stan can slowly work his insidious magic.
Belong to an Internet forum that is supposed to be private? Don’t fool yourself. There is no such thing as private on the Net, and you’d be surprised at the conversations in ‘private’ forums that the Google bot has been able to scan – and then publish. Google caches are a wonderful thing, full of all kinds of private information.
Ever wonder what a web site picks up about you when you surf? Here’s the answer. The site owner knows your IP, the city and state you are in, the name of your employer if you are using their ISP and LAN. They know whether you are using a Mac, a PC or a Palm, whether you have Java enabled, the resolution that your monitor is set at, they know what operating system you are using, whether you use Explorer or FireFox, the length of time you are on the site, the pages that you view, what you click out on and what link referred you to the site. If you come by often, they can even tell if you have multiple computers at your home that all emanate from the same IP. If you have a page saved on your hard drive and used it to visit the web site then the site owner knows the entire path where that saved file sits on your computer, all the way down to the file name, and probably your name as well. If you do a Google search to arrive at the web site the site admin knows what search string you used to get there.
The type of information provided to a site admin regarding their visitors comes in handy when someone is trying to locate personal information about that admin, outside of what is normal. For example, we’ll take the search that came to my blog the other day: Michelle Gray Husband Lawyer. This person’s hours and days long activity on my site(s) was captured via blogging software and the information provided to me, which included their Google search strings, was more than enough to adequately indicate that this person was attempting to locate not only my ex, the man who stole my son, but as much personal information about me as they could find. To the extent that based on what they out-clicked on I was able to see that the individual even clicked the email address for this guy, a convicted felon, in order to obtain any speck, any morsel of personal information possible.
Am I freaked out that someone would go to such lengths to gather information related to me that they have no entitlement to? You bet I am! I have a family, I have a 9-month old grand daughter and both she and her parents live with me. This person is clearly not a fan. This person is a cyber stalker. And stalkers of any variety are scary, mentally ill individuals. Yeah, I’m concerned, and I think that concern is pretty valid.
The online world is a stalker’s heaven and unfortunately there seems to be little that can be done to protect ourselves from these types of disturbed individuals or, for that matter, stop anyone’s prying eyes. So the question, I think, is this: just how much right do vendors have to our personal information when that information is being obtained for the sole purpose of selling it to the highest bidder so that the vendor can make a profit? There is no good reason for our personal data to be obtainable on -line. Personally, I don’t think anyone has the right to sell my address unless they have my permission and are paying me for the privilege to do so.
So, who is searching for you and yours online, right now?
[Michelle Gray writes for National Lampoon] Sphere: Related Content
By Michelle Gray
Mike Huckabee signed a police commission for an individual named Steven James Nemec, allowing him powers as a railroad police officer. Here’s the problem; Nemec had just been released from prison and has a lengthy record of impersonating various public officials that is traceable back to when he was a teenager. How do I know this? Well, it just so happens that I became acquainted with Steven J. Nemec shortly after he obtained his commission.
Nemec submitted his request under a fraudulent business he incorporated with a friend of his who used to be a police officer with a California police department, until he resigned just prior to an investigation into allegations of improper conduct – he allegedly would use the backseat of his cruiser for sex with various females. This former good guy gone stupid is who Nemec has listed as his Chief of Police for the fraudulent railroad company.
Nemec was not a resident of Arkansas. He showed residency in CA and had established his phony business, The Continental Railroad Company, in IL. Apparently Huckabee not only did not have an issue with Nemec’s manufactured background and phony credentials, he also had no issue with him not being a resident of the state in which he applied for his commission.
I find it hard to imagine that Arkansas is inundated with requests for police commissions to the extent that NO ONE was able to verify the background and prison record of Steven Nemec. Anyone with a keyboard could have found the evidence of Nemec’s criminal background in a matter of minutes.
I’m wondering just what in the hell is wrong with Huckabee and his administration. Because frankly, if you are incapable of figuring out that you are approving a commission for an individual with a prison record, let alone someone with a long documented record of impersonating various public officials, then how in the hell am I supposed to trust you with the responsibility of something slightly more complicated, such as running a country?
Nemec’s incarceration information and criminal background was easily obtainable at the time that Huckabee signed off on his commission. All one had to do was click on over to the Bureau of Prisons and do a quick search. There is no excuse for Nemec slipping through the cracks on this and it makes me wonder just how many other phony baloney law enforcement wannabes Huckabee has signed off on? Surely Nemec can’t be the only one to get past Huckabee and his crack team of professionals.
[Michelle Gray writes for National Lampoon]
Chloe’s neighbors and classmates had gathered on the lawn of the Davis residence to await her arrival. Faces of onlookers fell pale as the police motorcade pulled to the front of the little house and Chloe smiled and gave a casual wave from the car window.
Today, under the company of the famed police psychiatrist, Dr. J. Paul De River, Chloe would lead her law enforcement entourage through rooms that had once held the sounds of laughing children and the hopes and dreams of a family, but now only retained the sickening sour scent of blood and death.
Happily, Chloe led a captive audience room by room though her domicile of horror, completely unaffected by the grotesque scene before her. With a delightful little bounce in her step and a cheerful smile, Chloe padded about the grisly crime scene, with its blood drenched carpets and gore spattered walls - her audience in tow. With a callous coolness of demeanor, she nonchalantly told the story of the frenzied butchery that had taken place, while reenacting the crime scene as though she were playing a bit part in her 6th grade class play.
When asked if she had been frightened during the ordeal she replied, in a very matter of fact manner, “Well, I didn’t cry. If that’s what you mean?”
As they entered the bedroom that she had once shared with her siblings a cameraperson, who had accompanied the group to the crime scene, had Chloe pose seated on the edge of her bed, a doll cradled in her arms. Looking distant and wholly uninterested in the notion of being photographed playing with dolls, Chloe paused for a moment and pointed to a bookshelf located in the corner of the room. With a bright smile, she exclaimed, “I’m a real bookworm. I read all the time!”
Chloe Davis was, indeed, a brilliant and well read child, despite that she displayed a vernacular overrun with the slang terminology of the 1940’s. Dr. De River would conclude that Chloe was the “coolest-blooded individual” that he had ever met and possessed the intellect of a sixteen year old adolescent with “a mind as clear as a bell.” One that was “distinctly capable of planning and committing the murders.”
Yet despite being as well read as she clearly was, and demonstrating an academic brilliance that was equally impressive, when asked why she locked the door as she left the house after the murders of her family Chloe calmly replied that she believed that those demons her mother spoke of would be able to get in. She had locked the door to make sure to keep them out.
Captain Edwards was unable to accept a version of events which he thought to be wholly “fantastic and unbelievable,” and did not let up on his questioning of the young girl. He was convinced that she and she alone had murdered her family and that the story she had been telling of her mother and demons was nothing more than the makings of an imaginative young murderess who was seeking to get away with the merciless bludgeoning of her family.
Left practically incoherent from shock and near the verge of collapse, Frank Barton Davis was a complete wreck, “Oh God, why can’t I die, too? I’ve nothing to live for,” he exclaimed while at police headquarters.
Brought in to assist in the questioning of his daughter; he listened to the bloody tale spilling from her lips and began to sob. “Oh my poor baby,” he wailed. “You can’t blame her. She’s just as innocent as the other children. She only did what she was told to do.” Chloe cast a sympathetic glance in his direction, “Buck up dad,” she said, “Don’t let it get you down.”
He could give no explanation as to why his wife would suddenly loose her mind, murder three of their youngest children and then implore their oldest to pound her completely senseless. “I didn’t know there was anything wrong with my wife,” he sobbed hysterically, “She was a perfect mother and loved her children.”
And by all accounts Lolita Davis had behaved as any other perfectly normal woman would. At least up until the morning of the murders. Although she had been under a doctor’s care for anemia she most certainly had not shown any prior signs of being deranged. She was not a disturbed woman and she had never before spoken of demons. Of that, F. Barton Davis was absolutely sure, “She was as normal as any woman could be,” he stated. And Chloe concurred.
There was also something else that he was sure of. His only surviving daughter would never and could never tell a lie, most assuredly not one to the police.
But as the police captain continued to insist that Barton Davis’ lovely young daughter was the sole slayer of her family the reality of the situation began to sear into his brain, and he began to hysterically defend his child. Then as quickly and as ardently as he avowed that his wife was as sane as any woman could be, he retreated from his declarations and began to paint the scene with an entirely different brush.
He asserted that his wife had an astounding power over her children, Chloe in particular. There was no doubt in his mind that Chloe would follow her mother’s instructions, regardless of what they were. Barton Davis, in defense of his only remaining offspring, declared, “She’s telling the truth, she never lies. Don’t you think she could have done it. How can you be such fools? I tell you, you are wrong. Chloe could not, would not, have done such a thing. She was helpless in her mother’s hands.”
Lolita Davis, alleged her husband, had been perfectly happy until she had come into the possession of a particular book, “Blind Devotion, I think it was called,” he said. The book was about a woman in Michigan who had four children and at some point, he said, his wife had come into the notion that the book had been written about her.
“Her mind was tortured,” he conceded, “She was acting peculiar for weeks.” At first, he said, that he thought the strange ideas were occurring because of her anemia.
It was two weeks ago that he woke to find his wife sitting upright in bed having a cigarette. When questioned, “She said that she had a terrible confession. She knew the spirits were going to kill me and turn the children over to white slavers. An evil spirit was creeping up on us and she was waiting for it.“
Realizing that there was something imminently wrong with his wife he immediately took her to a psychiatrist. The doctor and Mrs. Davis visited for a considerable length of time and when both Davises left Lolita remarked that she had felt “as though a terrific burden had been lifted.” However soon after the consultation she, again, began discussing the book and stating that she had seen visions of demons torturing the children. Refusing to seek council with another psychiatrist, Lolita Davis instead agreed to be seen by physicians. It was then that she was diagnosed as being anemic and had been receiving shots for the condition. “I took her to two doctors and to a psychiatrist,” stated her husband, “The psychiatrist told me that there was nothing wrong with her that couldn’t be cured.”
Dr. V. J. Stack, the family physician came forward and confirmed that Barton Davis himself had contacted the good doctor not more than two weeks prior because he feared that his wife was teetering on the brink of insanity.
According to both Chloe and her father, Lolita Davis held to a belief that with the shear power of her mind she could force those around her to succumb to their deaths. When her cousin, Patsy, died a number of years earlier Lolita claimed that it was she who had caused the child to expire and that demons were therefore going to “get” her as retribution. “She had been nervous for several years,” Davis said, “But had apparently become worse. She told me that she was responsible for Patsy’s death. I told her that she had nothing to do with it. Patsy died naturally.”
But that wasn’t the end of her delusional meanderings, according to her husband. He claimed three weeks prior to the murders of his family his wife had come to him and asked where she could purchase chloroform. When questioned as to why she wanted such an item Lolita Davis stated that, “she believed all of us were menaced by some strange demon. She said some unseen power was going to kill the children and she wanted it to pour over their faces so that the pain would be eased.”
He also confessed that his wife wanted him to help her commit suicide. She had implored him to prove his love to her by helping her to die locked inside the family automobile while inhaling the fumes of carbon monoxide piped in through a hose connected to the exhaust. Just the night before the murders, Davis shared with police, while sitting at the dinner table, his wife had asked him, in front of the children, what was the best way to kill a person? “Where was the most mortal spot,” she asked; “I laughed and said, ‘a shot straight through the heart,’ then changed the conversation.”
Soon friends and neighbors began to step forward in young Chloe’s defense. Further substantiating the fantastic tale of a mother beset by a belief in demons and obsessed by the notion that she possessed an innate power to kill those around her.
According to friends and neighbors, Lolita Davis frequently spoke of individuals whose lives had come to a violent conclusion. She was fixated on death. At one point during the investigation an attorney came forward, a friend of the Davises, and revealed that three weeks prior to the murder Lolita Davis had asked him not only how she would go about procuring enough chloroform to kill but where the best place on the head would be to hit someone if you wanted to bring about their death.
Chloe had endured two days of questioning by Dr. De River and the hard-boiled homicide investigators of the Los Angeles Police Department, but she never lost her composure. Never once did she shed a tear. During the police interrogations Chloe’s demeanor was of such an even keel that she would calmly intercede to correct her father on certain points of the case.
A policewoman held that Chloe had, “the face of an angel,” but that when she had remarked that the young girl “must try to forget what happened,” the child replied, “My father is the one who needs to forget. He’s nuts.”
“She stood up well for one of a family struck by such a crime. She showed little emotion,” Dr. De River remarked to the press, “We must take into consideration the fact that Chloe might have an Electra Complex. This would lead us to believe her capable of such a deed.”
And although Chloe had recalled during questioning that while she was attempting to bash her mother’s brains in Lolita Davis had demanded that she fetch a razor and then used it to slash her own wrists, severing the arteries of each, “There’s one thing I forgot to tell you gentlemen,” she quipped, “Ma asked me for a razor blade and I saw her slash both writes with it,” and indeed a razor blade had been recovered at the crime scene covered with congealed blood and feathers, retrieved near where her mother had breathed her last breath. Other than that one modest little detail, the razor, Chloe never once changed her story.
Unable to shake Chloe in her account, and now with the steadfast support of her father in the claims concerning the mental stability of her mother, and the further assertions of friends of the Davis family to the same, Captain Edwards needed to make a decision. Either Chloe was telling the truth, or she was a cold blooded killer. He knew that if she was found guilty the maximum sentence for annihilating her family would be confinement to a juvenile facility until age twenty-one and then she would be released. Chloe’s father was putting the pressure on, now, too. He wanted his daughter out of state custody and he had hired an attorney to make sure that happened. It was time for Captain Edwards to either charge his young detainee with murder, or release her to the custody of her father.
The clock was ticking, and unfortunately for the LAPD it was strapped to a little stick of dynamite named Chloe Davis. There was going to be an explosion.
[more soon…]
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Lolita Davis had grown quiet and still. Her burned and battered body lay partially sprawled on a mattress that had been drug from one of the bedrooms and now rested in the hallway squarely between her bedroom door and that of the bathroom.Unrecognizable and practically scalped from repeated blows with a claw hammer, her hair and nightgown had been burned completely from her body and her wrists had been slashed with a razor, severing an artery. Chloe, her 11-year old daughter, sat at her side.
Chloe rose from the position she had held next to her mother. The house had grown quiet. There were no more screams or guttural moans and gurgles from the dying. All she could hear now was the sound of her own breathing. The house was in shambles, blood splattered the walls, ceilings and Chloe herself. Strewn everywhere were thousands of feathers that had been sliced from the bedding that encased them. Some had become affixed to portions of the crime scene, with the victim’s blood acting as a sticky, sickening adhesive. Chloe looked down at her nightgown. It too was covered in blood.
Chloe was stoic as she maneuvered her way toward the bathroom, side-stepping ever so slightly around the mattress that her mother was laid out on. The hallway was narrow and the mattress and her mother’s body were taking up a great deal of room. When she exited the bathroom she would have to side-step around the mattress again, or walk across the corner of it, in order to get to her bedroom where her clothes were. The living room was just to the right of her bedroom so at least she wouldn’t have to maneuver around her mother’s body again to get to the front door.
She removed her blood soaked nightgown and began to wash up. Chloe would have to use the bathroom sink rather than the bathtub this time, as it was occupied by her sister, 7-year old Deborah Ann, who was face down in the now crimson water. Her skull fractured from repeated blows by the same claw hammer that had reigned down upon the head of their mother. Chloe calmly washed her face, dabbing lightly at the blood trickling from the wound on her head where the hammer had grazed her.
She quietly continued to compose herself as she got dressed. She fashioned her blonde hair, which fell just below her shoulders, in to two pigtails, put on her shoes and then made her way to the front door. It had been approximately an hour, give or take, since her mother had expired before her, a little more than two since her father had left for work. As Chloe exited the modest two-bedroom Los Angeles home she shared with her family, she locked the door behind her.
It was sometime between 9:00 and 9:30 AM when Chloe arrived at the home of a neighbor and requested to use the telephone to call her father, who was working at a grocery near by. The neighbor kindly obliged and Chloe calmly, without any detail, told her father he needed to come home – right now. After hanging up Chloe walked back home and patiently waited for him to arrive. She was sitting on the front porch when her father came home and inquired as to what the urgency was that had brought him racing from work. Chloe’s unemotional response was simply “I think you better go in the kitchen and see.” She gave no sign, no warning as to the mayhem that had transpired that morning.
Barton Davis unlocked the door and stepped into what little more than 2-hours earlier had been a pristinely cared for home. He had kissed his wife and left for work right around 7am. Now he was returning at the behest of his eldest daughter in order to survey the scene of a murderous frenzy that had been unleashed only a short time before.

The horrified father went from room to room, viewing the carnage that had once been his family. Approaching the kitchen he found 3-year old Marquis lying in a pool of blood on the floor, almost blocking the entryway. Lying just behind him was 10-year old Daphne. Both children had been beaten in the head with the same hammer that wielded the blows against 7-year old Deborah Ann and the children’s 36-year old mother. All of the victims had received enough blows to render them almost unrecognizable.
Almost as quickly as he entered, Barton Davis ran screaming from his front door. And as he frantically paced up and down the walkway, screaming and crying that he “no longer had anything to live for” his only surviving daughter attempted to offer him her words of support; “Brace your self up, daddy. You mustn’t get excited. Come on; let’s go for a little walk.”
While Chloe tended to her father, it was the neighbor who summoned police to the little house next door.
Soon Chloe would be questioned by one of the most infamous police alienists in the history of crime investigation. She was the sole survivor, the only living witness. She would be expected to recount the story of exactly what took place that deadly April morning. And she would capture everyone’s attention when she did.
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It was Christmas day in 1926 and 23-year old Lolita Dell Bjorkman was getting married to her heart’s desire, 28-year old Frank Barton Davis. Barton, as he was called, or F. Barton Davis as he would later be referred to in the press, was born in Kansas and Lolita in Illinois. Both had grown up in the same Michigan town, met and fell in love. Barton had briefly moved to Los Angeles in 1925 but hastily returned home so that he could marry his hometown sweetheart. Over the next few years, with children in tow, he and his new bride would move back and forth between Grand Rapids and Los Angeles.
On September 4, 1928 a beautiful baby with bright blue eyes was placed into the arms of two excited new parents. Barton and Lolita Davis, opting for a name that was rooted in family history, chose Chloe Dibble for their little girl. Over the course of nine years Chloe would be joined by three siblings: Daphne Dell arriving on January 10, 1930; Deborah Ann on July 1, 1933; and little brother Barton Marquis, who followed his sisters on March 7, 1937.
By 1940 the Davises had again settled in Los Angeles. They were now living in a little two-bedroom house at West 58th Place. They were a typical middle-class family. Devoted to their children, attended Sunday services with their neighbors and were thought of as one of the most likable and devout families in the church.
Barton Davis was a manger at a local grocery store and Lolita spent much of her time the same way that most mothers do, caring for her children and caring for her home. She was an impeccable housekeeper and, according to her husband, her children adored her. When she found free time she would spend much of it reading; both she and her eldest daughter shared the same love of books, including an attraction to crime stories. But her primary interest was in how to be a good parent, so she spent a great deal of time reading up on the subject. Two of the books that could be found in the Davis home were titled How to Be a Good Mother and How to Raise Children. The Davis family, by all appearances, was very normal, very status quo.
Then, one lovely spring morning all hell broke loose.
Chloe arrived at the ‘Police Emergency Hospital’, as it was termed then, sporting a minor head wound and substantial blisters to the palms of her hands. The staff wrapped her head in an exaggeration of bandages that seemed to be more for effect than in response to any significant injury. Her head wound wasn’t life threatening by any stretch of the imagination, and it certainly hadn’t been inflicted with near the strength and force that was behind the crushing blows to her siblings. They had each been struck multiple times, and with such force that many of the skull shattering wounds had retained the contour of the head of the hammer that inflicted them.
Captain Edgar Edwards, of the Los Angeles Police Department’s Homicide Squad, opined early in the investigation that the blisters were a result of considerable use of the hammer; her head injury was most likely self-inflicted or it had occurred during the scuffle with her mother.
For the moment Chloe was in a ward at the hospital under police supervision and for the next twelve hours she would be relentlessly questioned. Her calm, unemotional responses and cool, unaffected demeanor during the several hours long interview would mystify even the most experienced and hardened of the homicide squad. No matter the tactic, the little girl was never going to crack under the pressure. She wouldn’t be rattled. She was quite the cool cucumber for a child her age, at one point when she thought investigators were trying to trick her into an admission of culpability she barked “you can’t make me confess. I didn’t do it.”
Captain Edwards believed that Chloe had killed her family, although he had no idea of the motive.
His evaluation of the crime scene, based, I’m sure, on his years of experience as a police officer, indicated to him that Chloe had awoken while her mother was still in bed. She went into the kitchen and bludgeoned Marquis and Daphne. Hearing the screams of her children, Lolita Davis sprang from her bed and was met by Chloe as she ran into the hallway. A struggle ensued and Chloe stuck her mother knocking her to the ground. Upon ending her mother’s life Chloe then went into the bathroom and killed Deborah Ann.
Edwards believed that in an attempt to disguise what she had done Chloe drug a mattress into the hallway, placed her mother’s body upon it, and in an effort to burn the house down she attempted to set the body afire by igniting her mother’s nightgown. When Chloe saw that she was not going to be able to incinerate the house with the evidence it contained, she took an hour to get her self together and think things through. She then concocted a most unbelievable story in order to explain the events of the morning - her mother had been seeing demons and the entire chaotic, bloody mess was all her fault.
Upon hearing Edwards’ version of events, Chloe disagreed with all points, save two; she did indeed murder her mother and brother. However, she most certainly did not lay a single bloody digit on either of her sisters. Her mother had killed the two of them.
Chloe blamed the entire affair on her mother. In her version of events she was the last one up and had awoken to the sounds of hammering and screaming. Her mother was in a murderous fury, running around the house half-naked and screaming about visions of demons as she cracked open the skulls of her precious babies. She insisted that the children must die in order for them to be saved and after apologizing to her eldest daughter for not murdering her as well, she begged Chloe to beat her in the head until she could no longer speak or breathe. Surely, a blade to the throat would have been much quicker way to go?
According to Chloe she found Marquis moaning and whimpering in pain on the kitchen floor. After asking her mother if she shouldn’t hit him a few more times in order to put him out of his misery, Lolita Davis, suffering from massive head trauma, allegedly either raised her head and nodded ‘yes’ or actually spoke the words - depending on which version of Chloe’s story you prefer.
Chloe stated that the only reason that she killed her mother and brother was because she had been instructed by her mother to do so. And being a most obedient child, who would never argue with her parents, Chloe did exactly as she was told to do – or so she said.
During the initial examination into the mental state of Lolita Davis, both father and daughter insisted that she had never before spoken of demons or exhibited any sign of insanity. According to her husband, she was “as normal as anyone could be.” But in less than 24-hours police would request assistance from the elder Davis in questioning his daughter. And as F. Barton Davis listened to the horrific tale spinning from his daughter’s lips, almost as soon as he had uttered those words in defense of his wife’s sanity, he would begin to take them back.
And so began the defilement of Lolita Dell Bjorkman-Davis by her husband and daughter as a murderous mother who after killing her three children, and wounding a fourth, committed suicide by slitting her wrists while beseeching her 11-year old child to bludgeon her to death with a hammer.
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In the world of criminal psychiatry, Dr. Joseph Paul De River was a self-made man, a visionary and a pioneer with some of the most revolutionary ideas of his time.
Before the good doctor began to dip into the heads of the Los Angeles criminal populace the dedicated field of criminal psychiatry, more specifically the minds of sexual psychopathic criminals, was uncharted territory. That particular field of study, of specialized practice and skill, simply did not exist. De River recognized this and knew that if one really wanted to be able to understand the evil that undoubtedly existed in the psyche of some, then that evil would have to be studied.
Being an exceptionally driven man whose ambition was only equaled by his egocentricities, De River, began his internship, of sorts, by volunteering his time as a consultant in the area of criminal psychiatry for the Los Angeles Probation Department. It was through his work there that he began to make a name for himself within the law enforcement community as the man to call when it came to criminal psychiatry. It is also where his interest in criminal psychiatry became focused on the psycho-sexual criminal mind. Before long his freelancing for the probation department would include the Los Angeles courts when various sitting judges would call him aside and ask for his views on this case or that.
In June 1937 De River began his ascent into rockstar status when he was called to consult on a case involving the murder of three little girls in Inglewood, California. There was no suspect in the case and De River had been requested to review the crime scene and provide his insight into the psychology of the type of individual who could commit such a heinous act.
Relying on the expertise he had gleaned from the countless hours he had spent reviewing criminals and their crimes for the Los Angeles judicial system, gratis no less, Dr. De River submitted a report of his summations to the Inglewood District Attorney’s office and police department. This report contained an analysis of the type of individual that the doctor felt law enforcement should be looking for and could arguably be called one of the first initial efforts at criminal profiling for the specific purpose of identifying a suspect in a crime.
After the Inglewood suspect was arrested it was debatable as to the significance De River’s profile actually played. And there may have also been a question, or two, as to the actual accuracy of his suspect analysis. However, given that it was 1937 at the time it was an impressive effort nonetheless.
Law enforcement hadn’t yet had a chance to employ the use of the profile in their hunt for the Inglewood killer when the suspect, a rather dim-witted individual who had already been cleared of the crime, walked into the police station unannounced and loudly proclaimed that he wanted answers as to why law enforcement was still looking at him as a suspect. They hadn’t been, but they were now.
Regardless of the actual success of his profile, De River had succeeded in impressing some of the more powerful figures in the Los Angeles law enforcement community with his exceptional insight into the criminal mind. So much so that he was subsequently provided an official position with the Los Angeles Police Department, although it would still be in the freelance capacity, heavy on the free. Two more years would pass before the doctor would become an official paid employee of the LAPD.
He had become the first psychiatrist to be hired by a police department in a major US city and as a result became the founder of the first Sex Offense Bureau in the United States. Housed within the Los Angeles Police Department, De River maintained structured, detailed files on those convicted, arrested, or suspected, of committing sexually motivated offenses. He would examine his subjects both physically and psychologically, photograph them, fingerprint them, interview them and then catalogue them by their various proclivities. It would later come as no surprise to many of those who knew the doctor, and respected his work, that he would be requested to help pen the first sex offender registration law in the United States, one that has continued to stay in effect today.
With all that he created, and though he would come to be involved in the criminal investigation of one of the most infamous unsolved homicides in the history of Hollywood, the Black Dahlia, the case that would send his rising star crashing into the ground, more than sixty years would pass from that beautiful spring morning in 1940 when the suave police psychiatrist would make the acquaintance of the young Miss Chloe Davis; and nary a sole will have heard his name or know the significance that this complicated and fascinating man played in the chronicles of criminal profiling.
Dr. Joseph Paul De River was a most important figure in the annals of criminal psychiatry and crime investigation, a brilliant man, a man of considerable ego and the keeper of his own brand of secrets. He may not have known it at the time but he would become the grandfather of criminal profiling and sex offender registration. He would also come to find himself both loathed and loved by the very people he had called colleague and friend.
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By the time 1940 rolled around the name J. Paul De River had more than begun to gain prominence and power within the Los Angeles law enforcement community.
In addition to the small scalp wound and blistered palms she also had a small bruise to her upper right forearm about the size of the hammer head used to kill her family, and she had several fingernail scratches just above her right elbow. There was also a thin scratch approximately 1 ¼ inches in length that ran along the inside of her left thigh.
Chloe was at ease, alert, and entirely unemotional regarding the events of the day. She exhibited no more of an emotional response over the brutal slaying of her mother and younger siblings than if someone had just said “Dear, I boiled eggs.”
Dr. De River entered Chloe’s room and took center stage. He was a balding man of average height and build, perhaps just a little stout, with squared shoulders made to look even more so by the Zoot Suit he was clad in. Not particularly handsome, in the classic sense of the word. Yet even so, one couldn’t help but be in awe of the famed police psychiatrist.
He was cock sure of himself and exuded confidence; a stylish, natty dresser with a slick dark moustache and overall look that rivaled any up and comer of the time. If one didn’t know better they could easily wonder whose likeness came first; Agatha Christie’s Poirot or that of the good doctor.
His large hands reached into his pocket for his pipe. It was a black shiny thing with a long, straight stem and as he held a match to the bowl and began to gradually suck at the stem, the sweet musky scent of pipe tobacco wafted through the air. And as her captive audience listened, 11-year old Chloe Davis began to tell the story of how she came to find herself in her current, unseemly predicament.
As Chloe spoke she nibbled from a bag of candy she had been given, occasionally offering it to those who now shared her tiny room at the Police Emergency Hospital. Her parents had, if anything at all, raised a polite and courteous child. To not offer to share would be nothing less than ill mannered. And she certainly wasn’t ill mannered. Well, maybe just a little. But then weren’t most 11-year olds at one moment or another?
There was no doubt that Chloe had a tendency to get angry on occasion. By her own admission she said had a quick and volatile temper. A former neighbor and the mother to one of Chloe’s friends attested to that, and stated that according to her daughter, “Chloe had once grabbed her mother by the hair and knocked her head against a concrete wall because she refused to give her a nickel for ice cream.”
Chloe was an athletic child and captain of her gymnastics team. At 4-feet 11-inches tall, and a little over 80Lbs, she was just a head shorter than her mother and about 50Lbs lighter. She was a strong, agile youngster, her muscle tone and overall strength more in line with that of a 13-year old boy than an 11-year old girl. Proud of her strength and physique, Chloe happily flexed a bicep for her inquisitors.
J. Paul De River drew on his pipe, gazed at Chloe and began to pose the most obvious of questions. What happened that morning at the Davis residence, and what possessed her to beat her mother in the head thirty times with a claw hammer? Then twenty more times about the body with the handle when the hammer’s head broke free from the wear and tear and flew haphazardly across the room?
According to Chloe; she, her mother, and her siblings were all asleep when her father left for work that morning. She and her siblings all shared a room and it was her sisters who had gotten little Marquis up that day, allowing her to continue to sleep.
She had awoken to the sounds of the agonizing shrieks and yelps of pain from her brother and sisters as Lolita Davis pummeled them in the head with her hammer. Her mother was screaming; “I’m doing this for your own good. I love you so much that I have to kill you in order to save your souls.”
Chloe leapt from her bed and ran into the hallway where she encountered her mother as she wildly swung the hammer toward the little girl’s head. Chloe quickly moved out of the way and the hammer only grazed her scalp. As Chloe struggled with her mother for the weapon, she was easily able to over power the severely anemic and slight framed woman.
The crazed woman was screaming of demons and a power she possessed to kill. She said that she had used that power to kill her young niece and then demanded that Chloe help her drag a mattress from a cot in her room to the hallway. Chloe obliged.
She stated that her mother than grabbed some matches from a cupboard and attempted to light her (Chloe’s) hair on fire. But she was too quick for her and would blow the matches out before her mother could do any damage to her beautiful blond locks. Lolita Davis then laid down upon the mattress and instructed her eldest daughter to set her on fire; first her hair and then her nightgown.
Her nightdress went up in flames around her head and she began to scream in pain from the burns that were now inflicted upon her body. She implored her daughter to beat the life out of her with the hammer. Chloe, being concerned over her mother’s now ever present suffering, paused and considered her mother’s request, for but a second, maybe two. Choosing to put her mother out of her current state of misery, Chloe began to beat the hell out of her.
It was laborious work, the matter of murdering her mother. After a bit she became tired, her throat parched. Chloe lay down for a few minutes, while her mother continued to beseech her to beat her brains in. After she rested a wee bit and regained some of her strength and composure she went into the bathroom and got herself a glass of water. Being the unselfish child that she was, after she quenched her own thirst she then “poured some down [her mother’s] throat.” Once she had been sufficiently rehydrated Chloe resumed beating the helpless woman in the head with the hammer. This routine continued three or four more times, according to Chloe. She would become tired, weak and dizzy, and need to go lay down. All the while her mother was lying in the hallway pleading for her to continue striking her in the head. After she was rested, Chloe would then get a drink of water and “also pour some down [her mother’s]throat” then resume the tedious, tiring, wielding of the hammer.
It was on one of Chloe’s trips to quench her constant thirst, from the exertion of pummeling a woman who refused to die, that Chloe entered the kitchen and found the backdoor ajar. She noted that the time was a quarter to eight; approximately forty-five minutes or so after her father had left for work. Marquis was whimpering helplessly on the kitchen floor. Chloe asked her mother if she shouldn’t whack him a few more times in order to silence his suffering. Her mother, allegedly, nodded. After striking her brother a few more times until he was dead, Chloe returned to the hallway and again proceeded to continue to beat Mrs. Davis in the head.
Ultimately, the head of the hammer became loose and flew from the handle. Not to be dissuaded from the task at hand, Chloe went into the kitchen, stepped over her brother’s body and grabbed another hammer from a drawer. It was small, thin, silver and sleek. It was one singular piece of metal, shaped like an ‘L’ and slightly resembling a reflex hammer from the doctor’s office. At one end of the metal handle was a small hammer head, at the other end a small v-shape made the claw. Much to her dismay Chloe found that the tiny little hammer was not nearly strong enough to do any significant damage. She picked up the handle to the broken one she had been using and continued to pound on the frail woman’s body with it, instead.
Despite the appearance that Lolita Davis died from blunt force trauma the coroner would return findings that her skull had never fractured. Since her head had been resting on top of a pillow that was resting atop a mattress it would appear that while Chloe was bludgeoning her mother with all of her strength, all her mothers head would do was bounce.
The cause of death that the coroner returned was surprising. Lolita Davis had died from the loss of blood as a result of her wrists being slashed. One had been cut so completely that an artery was severed. To the amazement of investigators, just prior to the coroner releasing the cause of death Chloe would remember that her mother had asked her to get a razor so that she could slit her wrists. At first Chloe denied having witnessed her mother cut herself, but later admitted that she had in fact watched her do it.
After twelve hours of questioning by the best police investigators in Los Angeles, Chloe Davis was transported to the juvenile detention facility where a charge of murder was attached to her admissions sheet.
As she was preparing to retire for bed a member of the staff inquired whether or not she was hungry and perhaps would like something to eat. “A big steak and a bottle of beer” she quickly barked in reply. When her steak was provided and the beer was not Chloe became defiant and boasted that she liked beer and that her mother happily split one with her only a few days prior.
When morning came she wolfed down breakfast and prepared to begin another day of questioning. An inquest into the murders was set for today and there would be a field trip. Chloe would accompany the investigators to the crime scene for a walk-through.
Part 2
Any readers remember the repugnant episode of Bill O’Reilly in which he blamed Shawn Hornbeck for his own captivity and said that he believed Shawn liked being with his abductor, that he wanted to be with his abductor?Michael Devlin will be entering a plea of guilty for his crimes, admitting his culpability and that he did indeed kidnap, hold against his will, sexually assault and attempt to murder Shawn Hornbeck.
I’d like to know where O’Reilly’s apology is to the young, vulnerable victim whom he so callously disparaged when his bile spewed across the airwaves; leading those with an IQ above 10 to question whether O’Reilly is a card carrying member of NAMBLA or not.
For the singular purpose of generating ratings, O’Reilly attacked this boy and held him responsible and accountable for his own victimization.
I doubt O’Reilly has the stones or the class to apologize for the vile commentary that spilled from his lips. To do so would be to admit that his remarks regarding Shawn Hornbeck were grossly out of line and that as a journalist he failed miserably.
It is too bad that O’Reilly is far too narcissistic to ever admit that he was wrong, even just this once. It could go a long way toward making him look like an actual human being.








