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Jeffrey Dahmer’s Full Statement To The Court After His Trial

Your Honor,

It is over now. This has never been a case of trying to get free. I didn’t ever want freedom. Frankly, I wanted death for myself. This was a case to tell the world that I did what I did, but not for reasons of hate. I hated no one. I knew I was sick or evil or both. Now I believe I was sick. The doctors have told me about my sickness, and now I have some peace.

I know how much harm I have caused. I tried to do the best I could after the arrest to make amends, but no matter what I did I could not undo the terrible harm I have caused. My attempt to help identify the remains was the best I could do, and that was hardly anything. I feel so bad for what I did to those poor families, and I understand their rightful hate. I now know I will be in prison for the rest of my life. I know that I will have to turn to God to help me get through each day. I should have stayed with God. I tried and failed and created a holocaust. Thank God there will be no more harm that I can do. I believe that only the Lord Jesus Christ can save me from my sins.

I have instructed Mr. Boyle to end this matter. I do not want to contest the civil cases. I have told Mr. Boyle to try and finalize them if he can. If there is ever money I want it to go to the families. I have talked to Mr. Boyle about other things that might help ease my conscience in some way of coming up with ideas on how to make some amends to these families, and I will work with him on that. I want to return to Ohio and quickly end that matter so that I can put all of this behind me and then come right back here to do my sentence.

I decided to go through this trial for a number of reasons. One of the reasons was to let the world know these were not hate crimes. I wanted the world and Milwaukee, which I deeply hurt, to know the truth of what I did. I didn’t want unanswered questions. All the questions have now been answered. I wanted to find out just what it was that caused me to be so bad and evil. But most of all, Mr. Boyle and I decided that maybe there was a way for us to tell the world that if there are people out there with these disorders, maybe they can get help before they end up being hurt or hurting someone. I think the trial did that.

The judge in my earlier case tried to help me, and I refused his help, and he got hurt by what I did. I hurt those policemen in the Konerak matter, and I shall ever regret causing them to lose their jobs, and I only hope and pray they can get their jobs back because I know they did their best, and I just plain fooled them. For that I am sorry. I know I hurt my probation officer, who was really trying to help me. I am so sorry for that and sorry for everyone else I have hurt. I have hurt my mother, and father, and stepmother. I love them all so very much. I hope that they will find the same peace I am looking for.

Mr. Boyle’s associates, Wendy and Ellen, have been wonderful to me, helping me through this worst of all times. I want to publicly thank Mr. Boyle. He didn’t need to take this case. But when I asked him to help me find the answers and help others if I could, he stayed with me and went overboard in trying to help me. Mr. Boyle and I agreed that it was never a matter of trying to get off. It was only a matter of which place I would be housed the rest of my life, not for comfort, but for trying to study me in hopes of helping me and learning to help others who might have problems. I know I will be in prison. I pledge to talk to doctors who might be able to find the answers.

In closing, I just want to say that I hope God has forgiven me. I think He has. I know society will never be able to forgive me. I know the families of the victims will never be able to forgive me for what I have done. But if there is a God in heaven, I promise I will pray each day to ask them for forgiveness when the hurt goes away, if ever. I have seen their tears, and if I could give up my life right now to bring back their loved ones, I would do it. I am so very sorry.

Your honor, I know you are about to sentence me. I ask for no consideration. I want you to know that I have been treated perfectly by the deputies who work for the jail. The deputies have treated me professionally and I want everyone to know that. They have not given me special treatment.

Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: “Christ Jesus came into this world to save sinners-of whom I am the worst. But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his unlimited patience as an example for those who would believe in him and receive eternal life. Now to the King Eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory forever and ever.” -1 Timothy 1:15-17
I know my time in prison will be terrible, but I deserve whatever I get because of what I have done. Thank you your honor, and I am prepared for your sentence, which I know will be the maximum. I ask for no consideration.  

Your Honor:
It is over now. This has never been a case of trying to get free. I didn’t ever want freedom. Frankly, I wanted death for myself. This was a case to tell the world that I did what I did, but not for reasons of hate. I hated no one. I knew I was sick or evil or both. Now I believe I was sick. The doctors have told me about my sickness, and now I have some peace.
I know how much harm I have caused. I tried to do the best I could after the arrest to make amends, but no matter what I did I could not undo the terrible harm I have caused. My attempt to help identify the remains was the best I could do, and that was hardly anything.
I feel so bad for what I did to those poor families, and I understand their rightful hate.
I now know I will be in prison for the rest of my life. I know that I will have to turn to God to help me get through each day. I should have stayed with God. I tried and failed and created a holocaust. Thank God there will be no more harm that I can do. I believe that only the Lord Jesus Christ can save me from my sins.
I have instructed Mr. Boyle to end this matter. I do not want to contest the civil cases. I have told Mr. Boyle to try to finalize them if he can. If there is ever money I want it to go to the families. I have talked to Mr. Boyle about other things that might help ease my conscience in some way of coming up with ideas on how to make amends to these families, and I will work with him on that.
I want to return to Ohio and quickly end that matter so that I can put all of this behind me and then come right back here to do my sentence.
I decided to go through this trial for a number of reasons. One of the reasons was to let the world know that these were not hate crimes. I wanted the world and Milwaukee, which I deeply hurt, to know the truth of what I did. I didn’t want unanswered questions. All the questions have now been answered. I wanted to find out just what it was that caused me to be so bad and evil. But most of all, Mr. Boyle and I decided that maybe there was a way for us to tell the world that if there are people out there with these disorders, maybe they can get some help before they end up being hurt or hurting someone. I think the trial did that.
I take all the blame for what I did. I hurt many people. The judge in my earlier case tried to help me, and I refused his help and he got hurt by what I did. I hurt those policemen in the Konerak matter, and I shall ever regret causing them to lose their jobs, and I only hope and pray they can get their jobs back because I know they did their best and I just plain fooled them. For that I am so sorry. I know I hurt my probation officer, who was really trying to help me. I am so sorry for that and sorry for everyone else I have hurt.
I have hurt my mother and my father and my stepmother. I love them all so very much. I hope that they will find the same peace I am looking for.
Mr. Boyle’s associates, Wendy and Ellen, have been wonderful to me, helping me through this worst of all times.
I want to publicly thank Mr. Boyle. He didn’t need to take this case. But when I asked him to help me find he answers and to help others if I could, he stayed with me and went way overboard in trying to help me. Mr. Boyle and I agreed that it was never a matter of trying to get off. It was only a matter of which place I would be housed the rest of my life, not for my comfort, but for trying to study me in hopes if helping me and learning to help others who might have problems.
I now know I will be in prison. I pledge to talk to doctors who might be able to find some answers.
In closing, I just want to say that I hope God has forgiven me. I think He has. I know society will never be able to forgive me. I know the families of the victims will never be able to forgive me for what I have done. But if there is a God in heaven, I promise I will pray each day to ask them for their forgiveness when the hurt goes away, if ever.
I have seen their tears, and if I could give up my life right now to bring their loved ones back, I would do it. I am so very sorry.
Your Honor, I know that you are about to sentence me. I ask for no consideration. I want you to know that I have been treated perfectly by the deputies who work the jail. The deputies have treated me very professionally and I want everyone to know that. They have not given me special treatment.
Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: 

“Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners - of whom I am the worst. But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his unlimited patience as an example for those who would believe in him and receive eternal life. Now to the King Eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory forever and ever." 

- 1 Timothy 1:15-17

I know my time in prison will be terrible, but I deserve whatever I get because of what I have done.
Thank you, Your Honor, and I am prepared for your sentence, which I know will be the maximum. I ask for no consideration.

The 1959 Lynching of Mack Charles Parker In Mississippi

The Rape Allegations & Subsequent Lynching

Parker was arrested for the February 23, 1959 rape and kidnapping of June Walters, a pregnant white woman, in Pearl River County, Mississippi. Walters reported that the crime occurred on a dirt logging road called Black Creek Ford Road, off U. S. Route 11, approximately seven miles south of Lumberton, where she and her child were waiting alone in a car while her husband, Jimmy sought help for repairs.[4] Parker vehemently denied having raped anyone, and statements from his supporters after his death suggested that the rape accusations may have been fabricated by the alleged victim as a means of concealing an ongoing consensual affair with a local white man.[5]

According to reports published in the New Orleans Times Picayune and the Jackson Clarion Ledger, Parker and four friends, Norman Malachy, David Alfred, Curt Underwood and Tommy Grant were returning to Lumberton from Poplarville. The five men had been to Slim’s, an illegal bar which was operated under the protection of the Poplarville City Police. It was located in the black section of Poplarville, and was known for selling white lightning moonshine. As the five neared Lumberton, Parker and his four companions spotted a Dodge sedan broken down on the side of the road. Assuming the car was abandoned, they stopped. Parker got out and shone a flashlight into the car. Upon recognizing a white woman in the car, Parker returned to his brother’s Chevy sedan and left.[6] As they left the scene, Parker allegedly turned to his friends and said, “Why don’t we stop and get some o’ that white stuff?”[3] Telling him he was crazy, the four men told Parker to take them home. According to local law enforcement officials, before the woman’s husband could return to the disabled car, Parker allegedly returned, kidnapped June Walters and her four year-old daughter, Debbie, at gunpoint and took them to Black Creek Ford Road, where he raped Walters.[4] Curt Underwood, Parker’s brother-in-law, who was there that night, disputed the version of events.[3]

The woman did not identify her alleged attacker by name or detailed description beyond sex, race and approximate age. After an intensive manhunt, Lumberton police were informed by David Alfred’s father, a local Baptist minister, that Parker was the perpetrator. Parker was arrested at approximately 10 a.m. on February 24 at his Lumberton home by Lumberton City Marshal Ham Slade. Parker was beaten by Slade and his deputies, to the horror of his mother, Mrs. Eliza Parker. Parker’s screams could be heard several houses away.

Parker vehemently denied having raped anyone. In a line-up at the Lumberton City Jail, the victim identified Parker. A check of the tire tracks left by the perpetrator’s car indicated they were similar to those of Parker’s Chevrolet, but a positive identification could not be made. A check of fingerprints failed to implicate Parker. Soon after his arrest, and for his own protection, Lumberton Police had the Mississippi Highway Patrol transfer Parker to the Hinds County Jail in Jackson.[4] While in the Hinds County Jail, Parker was subjected to several lie detector tests. All of the lie detector tests given Parker proved to be inconclusive or that he was telling the truth.[3] In addition, no handgun was ever found by police, nor was one ever connected to Mack Charles Parker.

On April 13, Parker was indicted by a Pearl River County grand jury, on one count of rape and two counts of kidnapping. Two days later, Parker was returned to Pearl River County to appear before Judge Sebe Dale, Sr., on April 17. Being represented by attorney and civil rights activist, R. Jess Brown of Vicksburg, Parker pled not guilty to each charge. Judge Dale set the trial date for April 27, and Parker was returned to his cell at the Pearl River County Courthouse.

The Murder & Death of Mack Charles Parker

According to the FBI report on the case, sometime around 12.15 a.m. on April 25, a vigilante mob of eight to ten hooded and masked men, wearing gloves, entered the courthouse.

Supposedly, they were let into the locked jail area by a deputy sheriff, Jewell Alford, who was with them. As Alford unlocked the door, eight to ten from the mob entered Parker’s cell.[4] He begged for help from other prisoners, but the mob threatened them with guns. A life and death struggle soon ensued as Parker tried to escape and he was beaten with clubs by the mob.[3] As the mob dragged Parker out of the courthouse, and down its concrete steps, he was bleeding profusely. He pleaded to be able to walk instead of being dragged.[3] Blood spurted from his wounds, leaving bloody hand prints and pools of blood along the route out of the courthouse.

The mob had two cars waiting outside for their escape. Parker was stuffed into the back seat of one and the two cars sped off west toward Bogalusa, Louisiana on Mississippi Highway 26. The car with Parker inside continued west on Mississippi Highway 26 until it reached the Mississippi-Louisiana border at the Pearl River Bridge, approximately 20 miles west of Poplarville.

According to the FBI, the mob with Parker in the car drove into Louisiana, where they waited to make sure the road was traffic-free. Once they were assured they were in the clear, Parker was driven to the center of the bridge. He was then pulled from the car and shot twice in the chest from a range of approximately six inches. Parker died within seconds.

The original plan had been to castrate Parker and hang him from the superstructure of the Pearl River Bridge; however, with Parker now dead, the mob decided to abandon its plan in fear of being discovered. They proceeded to weight his body down with logging chains which were produced from the trunk of one of the cars. Once the chains were secured around Parker’s body, it was tossed over the concrete railings of the bridge into the rain-swollen waters of the Pearl River below.

Upon learning of the events in the early morning hours of April 25, Pearl River County Sheriff, Osborn Moody, informed the Mississippi Highway Patrol, who then urged him to contact the FBI. That same morning, Moody obtained a “John Doe” warrant for the kidnapping of Mack Charles Parker.

On May 4, Parker’s bloated and decomposing body was found floating in the waters of the Pearl River two and one-half miles south of the Pearl River Bridge at Bogalusa.[3]

Investigation Into The Case & Why His Lynching & Murder Will Likely Remain Unsolved

Almost immediately, 60 agents from the Federal Bureau of Investigation descended upon the town of Poplarville.[3] In the two weeks following Parker’s death, the FBI questioned hundreds of potential witnesses and suspects. Several local Poplarville men, Jewel Alford, Christopher Columbus “Crip” Reyer, L. C. Davis, “Preacher” James Floren Lee, his son James Floren “Jeff” Lee, Herman Schultz, Arthur Smith and J.P. Walker, a former Pearl River County Sheriff’s deputy, who would be elected sheriff of Pearl River County in November 1963, quickly became the focus of the FBI’s intensive probe into the abduction and death of Mack Charles Parker.

In a three hour interrogation session FBI agents browbeat Crip Reyer. Reyer finally admitted that his red and white 1956 Oldsmobile 88 had been used by the mob, but denied having anything to do with the abduction or killing of Parker.

On May 13, under intense pressure from FBI agents, Arthur Smith confirmed the role of each of the participants and supplied the names of Walker, Preacher Lee, L.C. Davis and the names of others who were in the two cars. Smith told agents that Lee, Reyer, Davis, and Walker were in the lead car that carried Parker from the jail.

The judge and prosecutor would not co-operate with the FBI investigation and refused to hand over evidence, even though several of the mob members had confessed to the lynching.[3] Judge Dale, who praised Theodore Bilbo’s racial beliefs, and was a member of the White Citizens’ Council;[7] refused to indict the suspects. Dale encouraged the jury to “have the backbone to stand against any tyranny,” stating “you are now engaged in battle for our laws and courts for the preservation of our freedom and our way of life.”[3] He urged them to “keep their mouths shut.” Dale also refused Sheriff Moody’s request to move Parker outside the county or have members of the Mississippi National Guard protect Parker.[8] The federal grand jury then oversaw the case and failed to indict some of the mob by a single vote.[3]

A May 11 article in the Chicago Defender, a popular black newspaper circulated throughout the South, recounted an interview with an anonymous white male from Poplarville, claiming to have personal knowledge that the charges against Parker were fabricated. The alleged witness claimed that the alleged victim, June Walters was in fact having an affair with a local white man, and she went with him while her husband, Jimmy, was gone to get help to fix the car.[4] When her absence was discovered before she returned, she concocted a rape and kidnapping story to shield her infidelity. The witness also indicated that the alleged victim fainted upon learning of Parker’s kidnapping from the jail, and stated that he deserved a trial.[5]

Unlike the article in the Chicago Defender, biographer Howard Smead, who wrote the book Blood Justice: The Lynching of Mack Charles Parker, believes that Parker was most likely not innocent, but said he was “not 100 percent sure.” Smead believes that Parker should have been given a fair trial and states that he never had a chance to prove his innocence.[3][9] Smead writes that the local black community, many of whom knew Parker, were divided in opinion of his guilt. Many who held him, at the time of the crime, to be guilty, never wavered their view thereafter.[10]

Despite an extensive investigation by the Federal Bureau of Investigation and the presentation of evidence before both county and federal grand juries, no indictment or conviction was ever obtained against any of the men who murdered Mack Charles Parker. The main suspects identified by the FBI have all since died due to old age.[3]

In 2009 the FBI announced they were re-opening the Mack Charles Parker case.[11]

Source: Wikipedia

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Don’t Take Away Veteran’s Freeeedooooom!!! — The Battle of Athens, 1946.

McKinn County, Tennessee was certainly a very corrupt county back in the 1940’s.  Essentially the county was controlled by two men, Paul Cantrell and Pat Mansfield.  Paul Cantrell was a fatcat bigwig born into money who used his wealth and influence to become sheriff in 1936.  In 1942 he was elected to state senate, and groomed his deputy Pat Mansfield to become sheriff.  A 1941 law reduced the number of voting precincts from 23 to 12, and the number of justices of the peace from 14 to 7.  With his influence, Cantrell was able to tweek the law so that voting precincts that contained his main opposition were eliminated, and he then proceeded to pack remaining offices with his supporters.  Finally, it was quite clear that Cantrell often resorted to voting fraud. Due to voter complaints he was investigated three times by the Federal Government, however he was able to get away scot free due to his connections within the Roosevelt Administration. Records later revealed that Federal investigators had found numerous abuses, but no action had been taken.

Cantrell set up a system in which his deputies were paid based on the number of arrests, citations, and incarcerations they made.  As a result, the deputies set up a racket in which they would arrest numerous people, often with trumped up charges or for minor offenses.  They would even stop and board buses traveling through the county, ticketing or arresting passengers for offenses real or imagined. They especially liked to raid busses on long trips, as they could arrest the sleepy passengers, exhausted from their journey, and book them for public drunkenness. Eventually, the McKinn County Sheriffs department were arresting 115 people per weekend. In the meantime illegal prostitution, gambling, liquor, and organized crime thrived as they bribed the deputies to leave them alone.

In 1946, after serving a brief stint in the state senate, Cantrell ran for Sheriff again.  He set up Pat Mansfield to take his place in the state senate.  For Cantrell the election should have been an easy win, were it not for 3,000 battle hardened veterans who were returning from World War II. The vets found themselves victims of Cantrell’s policing scheme, who saw the returning servicemen as more income for their scheme. McKinn County veterans had not gone overseas to fight fascism, only to have it take hold in their own hometowns. In response the veterans formed the GI Non-Partisan League, running a decorated combat veteran named Knox Henry in opposition to Cantrell. Their goal was to end Cantrell’s control over the county, institute honest elections, and clean up county government.

Election day came on August 1st, 1946.  Cantrell called in 200 deputies from other counties to patrol the county.  Many were stationed at the voting place itself, where they intimidated and harassed voters.  A black man was even shot and wounded by a deputy when voting.  When the elections were over, the deputies did the unexpected, rather than turning the ballet box over to county officials for counting, they seized the ballot box and locked it away in their jail in the town of Athens, barricading the jail with 55 armed deputies.  To the people of McKinn County, it was clear that shenanigans were afoot. For the veterans, this was the straw that broke the camels back.

Hundreds of veterans took up arms, either their own personal firearms or weapons from a local National Guard Armory, and surrounded the jail, demanding the deputies surrender the ballot box.  A gunfight ensued leading to several injuries but no deaths.  When the veterans blew the jail door with dynamite, the deputies surrendered.  The ballots were counted, and the GI Non-Partisan League had swept the election.  Cantrell and Pat Mansfield resigned, as did most officials who had been appointed by both.  While the GI Non-Partisan league passed some reforms, such as a $5,000 salary cap, unfortunately the movement was just a short term fad, and politics as usual returned within a few years.