DIRTY COPS

In February 2013, Atlanta done a round-up of “dirty Cops”.  These cops were charged with protecting drug dealers while they done their drug deals.  What were they protecting the drug dealers from … REAL COPS.  They were protecting these scum bags in the event that an officer came down their street they were selling drugs on … they were paid to make sure that the real officers didn’t arrest them.

I was so elated when I first heard this story in the news.  Even now, 5 years later, I grit my teeth while writing about this story because of how mad it makes me.  It upsets me any time I hear an officer taking his oath for granted; but these officer push me so far beyond mad.

Between January 2006 and September 2006, I was addicted to Crack Cocaine and I only purchased my drugs in Atlanta on Freedom Parkway (the drug dealers called it “the Boulevard”).  This was exactly 42 minutes away from my home.  I done it this way because too many people in Douglasville knew me and as big as Douglasville is, it is a very small town when people talk.

One night, I went down to the Boulevard to buy some Crack and there was a cop coming down the road in the opposite direction while I was talking to the drug man.  I told the drug man to get away from my door because a cop was coming and he looked up and went back to doing business and said not to worry about it because he paid his rent that night.  Eleven years later and that remark still haunts me.   “Don’t worry about it, I paid my rent tonight”.  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  But even more devastating was what I saw.  The officer drove right past a black drug dealer at the window of a car with a white lady buying Crack Cocaine without so much as slowing down.  The drug dealer and cop nodded as he passed.  I realize that some people are reading this blog and thinking I am exaggerating when I tell you this story; but I assure you, I am not.

In August 2006, I moved to Florida and started doing my drugs there.  From September 2006 until March 2007 I lived in Florida and became even more of an addict than I was in Georgia.  In March 2007, I moved back to Georgia while my kids were on spring break from school.  I wasn’t in Georgia a week when I got arrested by a Douglas County Sheriff’s Office deputy while out searching for some drugs.  I was in jail for 29 days before going to court and being sentenced to 6-years- probation.   I tell you this for one simple reason:  if it wasn’t for being arrested, I honestly believe that I would be an addict today.  It took being arrested and losing my liberties for me to get clean and stay clean.

The whole time I was in jail, I kept thinking about that cop that drove past me doing business that night in Atlanta the year before.  I wonder if he knew what he had done that night?  I wonder if he knew how many kids he could have saved from a drug hell if he followed protocol with his job.  I knew he didn’t know about my 2 boys or me.  There was no way he could know.  Once I got sober and clean in May of 2007, I often thought about going to Atlanta and trying to figure out who that officer was and tell him what he was doing by not following protocol … but I promised myself I would never step foot where I stepped between 2006 and 2007 … I never went to try to find him.

Then I heard about this story in February 2013, 10 officers arrested for taking payoffs.  To this day I don’t know if he was one of the officers tied up in that; but I surely would like to know.  Most of these officers are still in Federal Prisons today for the crimes they committed.  They were charged with assisting in Drug Trafficking, receiving illegal payoffs, and carrying a gun in the commission of crimes.  You know what they aren’t charged with?  They aren’t charged with enabling a drug addict to remain in her drug induced hell for another year.  You know what they aren’t charged with?  They aren’t charged with causing 2 young boys to live in a drug induced abusive home for another year.  These are crimes they can’t be charged with because there are no such crimes in the books.  How do you put a price tag or a prison term on someone’s suffering of that sort?  What would that price be if you could?

I want you to know, I don’t blame this officer for my addiction.  I don’t even blame the person who introduced me to drugs for my addiction.  My addiction was my fault … no one tied my hands behind my back and forced me into an addiction … no one held a gun to my head and made me do drugs … I walked into that hellish nightmare all on my own, knowing full well what drugs can and would do to someone.  But these officers need to be held responsible for their part in this epidemic.  I plan to write each and every one of these people a letter and let them know my story.  Only they know if they were that officer on that street that night.  If they weren’t, I want them to know what they caused for someone else.  I will update this blog as I get responses … if I get any responses.

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Justice … does Justice have a color … a age … a job title?  Martin Luther King once said, Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.  We have so often claimed that this kid or that kid “fell through the cracks” … the “cracks” of what?  The cracks of society?  The cracks in education?  The cracks in family?  By now, you probably have a pretty good idea where I am headed with this … or not.

On October 20, 2017, Jashaun Matthews and Jordan Wilson, both 15-years-old and a unnamed 13-year-old were 3 of the 5 people that beat a 56-year-old pizza delivery driver to the point that he was in a coma for 3 days and was in the hospital a little longer due to his injuries.   This took place on Baltimore Avenue in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.  Matthews and Wilson are both charged as adults and the 13-year-old went to Juvenile court.

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On October 18, 2017, Kyle Anger 17-year-old, Alexander Miller and Trevor Gray both 15-years-old, Mark Sekelsky and Mikadyn Payne both 16-years-old were throwing rocks off an overpass in Genesee County Michigan when one of the rocks hit and killed a 32-year-old man that was in one of the passing vehicles.  They have been arrested and charged as adults for this act.  They are charged with 2nd degree murder and they were denied bond.

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I could go on and on with stories just like these.  Try Google searching:  Teen shoots another teen in blah blah town … it will pull up several listings of such.  My question is this … Do they know what they are doing is going to put them in prison for life?  By the way, it will never be the death penalty because teens can’t get the death penalty.  Another fact to keep in mind, a 13-year-old cannot be charged as an adult, they are sent to the juvenile courts while their friends that are only older by one year can be charged as adults and sent to prison for LIFE.

Something is wrong with our teens.  Either they truly are “falling between the cracks” or we as adults have given up on them entirely too soon.  If they have “fallen between the cracks” or we gave up on them too soon … have we taught them all they needed to know about the law before we cut the strings to the apron?  Do they realize that the crimes they are committing is going to put them in prison for LIFE?  Do they even understand what LIFE is?  My heart is breaking tonight for the teens that are literally facing LIFE in prison and they can’t even tell you how it feels to stay a month in their rooms with no friends … no phones … no game systems.

Please don’t mistaken my broken heart as victim blaming … and I am not trying to say that these victims don’t deserve justice … because they do.  That is just what I am saying … everyone deserves justice.  The 8th Amendment to the United States Constitution prohibits the federal government from imposing cruel and unusual punishment for federal crimes.  The Amendment states, “excessive bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual punishment inflicted”.  Most of these teens have never had a job … as a matter of fact, most of them can’t get a job because companies can’t hire people under a certain age (I think in Georgia it is 15-years-old).  Any bail or fines that we impose on them is already above what they can afford.  Locking them up for lightyears … and that is what it feels like to them … is cruel and excessive.

I know not everyone agrees with me … dang, I wonder how much I actually agree with myself when thinking about all this.  We have let our teens down.  We gave them way too much responsibility way too soon and now they are in a lot of hot water for it.  Who is the one that we should be shaming … is it the school system for not holding their interest and giving them a reason to want to go to school?  Should be shaming the parents for being at their wits end and not knowing what to do or where to go to get help?  Should we blame the police for not being more kind to our kids when they lock them up?  Surely there is someone we can blame.  I don’t want to blame anyone.  I want to find a solution.  Has anyone ever thought if we do find a solution for this problem … we might also find a solution the jail overcrowding because most of the adults that are in prison started their crimes as teens.  I can’t help feeling that there is something that can be done.

One thing I do feel for sure is that we are punishing these teens with entirely too much.  Most of them never knew what it was to be punished at home and now the prison is doing more to them than they have ever had done.  I had to blog about this tonight because this has been keeping me up at night for the past couple of weeks.  I want to know what it is that we can do to stop this problem and help these teens.  Please join in a discussion and in the comments, let me know how you feel.  What do you think about this?  Have I got my heart in the wrong place?  Should I feel more sympathy for the victims than the suspects?  Let me know what you think.

 

COULD IT HAVE BEEN PREVENTED????

As you know, I am one to ask questions of a person that might give me some sensible answers.  My mind is going with questions all day and night.  The questions I have been asking myself lately is about this Christopher McNabb that is accused of killing his 15-day-old infant daughter.  Who is he and what lead to where he is now?  Were there any signs that we could have used to avoid this?  Were there people that ignored the warnings?  Could you hold those people responsible for ignoring what they scene?  Questions … Questions … QUESTIONS!!!

As you can tell, I am outraged about this case.  About the time I can sit back and relax and relieve myself of the stress of details of one case, I am hit with the details of another.  Now that I say that, wonder if one had anything to do with the other?

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Christopher McNabb is 27-years-old and he is facing the following charges:

  • Felony Murder
  • Malice Murder
  • Aggravated Battery
  • Concealing the Death of Another

Some of his previous charges are:

  • Obstruction of Law Enforcement Officer – Fayette County
  • He had 4 misdemeanor charges to with this one in Fayette County
  • Theft by Taking – Coweta County
  • Burglary – Bartow County
  • Burglary – Bartow County
  • Theft by Taking – Bartow County
  • Theft by Taking – Bartow County
  • Theft by Taking – Bartow County
  • Burglary – Bartow County
  • 2nd Degree Criminal Damage to Property – Bartow County
  • Burglary – Bartow County
  • Theft by Taking – Bartow County
  • Theft by Taking – Bartow County
  • Entering Vehicle – Bartow County
  • Theft by Taking – Bartow County

With all these charges, he was sentenced to 5-15 years in prison.  As we know, when

They first went to arrest McNabb, they hadn’t found the baby yet, so they held him on a probation violation.  He had just got out of prison last year.  In that year, he made up for lost time … he immediately got a woman pregnant and ended up killing that poor child … oh, and he is back in jail without bail.

Were there no signs that this guy might be violent?  I am sure to his girlfriend, there were signs.  I am also sure that she never told anyone about those times … or no one was ever able to convince her to leave him because of it … one of the two … and I have to wonder which.  Let me elaborate on why that would matter to me.

If she never told anyone about the domestic violence in the home, then it is very possible that she was the only one that could have seen the dangers of living with this man and she was blinded by either the abuse or the love.  I am still on the fence as to whether or not a woman in that state is able to make logical decisions.  One part of me say, yes, she has been hit by him, she has probably seen him get a little too mad at the 2-year-old that was in the home, but she is so abused that she thinks if she leaves him, it will only get worse.  Then there is another side of me that says, no, she sees the abuse, she has experienced the abuse and she knows that the only thing to do is to leave.  Those are the questions people have been asking themselves for decades and I don’t plan to keep hammering that nail here.  However, I do believe she knew full well what happened to Caliyah and I believe that although she may not have been able to stop it from happening, she most certainly knew it was a possibility to happen.  My questions now revolve around the other daughter.  How many times has she been hurt by McNabb and yet she remains in Courtney Bell’s custody.  How long is this going to go on before someone intervenes on that little girl’s behalf?
Let’s say that Courtney is so abused that she is beyond being able to assist her kids to safety (although I find that hard to believe since he has only been out of prison for a year); could there be others that knew how violent he was and yet allowed him to intermingle with children without any reports to Department of Family and Children Services (DFCS)?  I think there is.  How about the family members that found the baby in the woods?  Who are they?  How are they related to the baby and him?  How did they know where to go and search that the police had not already searched?  One cousin was on the news saying that they knew that the father “likely done something to her”.  My question to that cousin, why have you not already reported what you knew?  What if everyone reported what they knew about this big puzzle?  Eventually, the legal system would be able to save another child.

Look at my chart below and the following explanation.  Do I think we should charge some of these other people … why yes.  Maybe if we start charging others for not reporting what they have seen and heard, people might start taking this domestic violence stuff seriously; because right now, now one takes it serious.  Everyone thinks it is none of their business and they leave it alone.  If you report it and it gets investigated and they find nothing … then so be it.  At least you done your job.  After a few more reports, they will have to look harder and harder every time a new report is made and eventually you have saved a life.  Your report might not mean nothing today, but when the next one comes in, it gives your report a little more validation.

When I say, “I wonder if one had anything to do with the other”; I wonder if he got so obsessed with the Las Vegas Shooter story, that it caused him to go crazy also?  What if the media reporting on these things can cause people to lose all control?  We have to start thinking about what we are doing and saying.  How will it affect others?  Will there be casualties that we never considered?

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SECRETS

Almost 11-years-ago, when I was addicted to Crack Cocaine, someone said something to me that has stuck with me through my recovery and to this day I don’t believe a wiser statement has ever been made.  They told me that addictions hide in our secrets.  The sad thing is, I have no idea who told me that or even in what context the comment was made.  The even sadder thing is, I don’t know if I was trying to get sober at the time or if it was said while I was in my addiction and I held on to it because I knew it was the way out.  Since I am pretty good with information and where it came from, I would have to believe that it was something said to me while I was in the heart of my addiction.

I have been sober for 10 ½ years now; and when I see someone struggling with addiction, I often want to run over to them and ask them what is it they are running from.  A couple times, I have come out and asked … and most of the time, the receiver looks at me as if to say, “What?” or “Who do you think you are?”.  What they don’t realize, even after I explain it to them, I know what I am talking about.

Other times, in fear of being rejected, I simply wonder to myself and never say anything to the person with the addictions.  When I get home or the next time I am alone, I often kick myself for at least not mentioning it, I mean, one thing I do know is that my rejection is not nearly as painful as their addiction.

I am reading the book Shattered Silence: The Untold Story of a Serial Killer’s Daughter by Melissa G. Moore.  In the preface of the book, she makes the statement:  you’re only as sick as your secrets.  I am sure there are plenty of situations out there that she finds herself wanting to tell people this little nugget of truth and I am sure during those times that she has, she has seen the same rejection I have with mine.

What are your secrets?  If you think about your secrets, they cause you to do something to keep them hidden.  What are those actions for you?  What will those actions lead to?  Maybe it isn’t the first actions that you are doing that is going to be the harmful one(s) … your initial actions might only be the “gateway” to the harmful one(s).  A lot of times, as was my case, the secrets were merely a matter of one’s perspective.  It was a standard that I held myself to and when I realized that others didn’t perceive me that way, I became lost.  I no longer knew who I was or if I was ever the person I thought I was.  I began to think, if I was never that person to begin with, then I have nowhere to return to … however, if I only got lost during the last few months, then how do I get back to it.

My self-perception wasn’t so much that I was perfect, but that I held myself to a higher standard because I didn’t want to be a failure.  I went through a court battle that made me realize that there were people that viewed me as a failure to some degree.  This perception by those few, that were in no way my family or friends, made me begin to hide parts of my life from my real family and friends so that they didn’t get the same perception.   I have always been a family person and I shared anything and everything with my family; but, slowly I began to withdraw from everyone.  It no longer mattered what others thought, so there was no reason to keep everyone in the loop.  One secret became another secret and before you know it, I met someone (who by the way, my family didn’t approve of) that wanted to introduce me to the really big secrets … the ones that lead to addictions.

There are a lot of “what-ifs” here that one could say was the cause for the addiction; I think it started with the secrets.  In my life, my family is my rock.  The first red flag to me should have been when I started hiding things from them.  I couldn’t let them know how I was feeling because that too could be a failure.  I couldn’t let them know who I was thinking about dating because that was a definite failure in the making.

I can tell you the very night that I first knew that I was headed for trouble and did nothing to stop it.  As I said earlier, I had started to date a guy that no one would approve of, but no one really knew about him at this point (I just knew what my family expected and what they didn’t), I didn’t see any reason to have that argument up until this point, so I never shared that with them.  Also, up to this point, he hasn’t introduced me to anything either (just thought I might need to add that).  I had this guy over at my house when my sister called me to babysit for her (another thing I did without question … and never said “no” to).  I was to go to her house and pick up her kids and bring them to my house.  Well, I had this guy at my house.  This guy was also in the dark, I didn’t need anybody thinking I couldn’t act like an adult and think like an adult when I am in my 30s.  I tell my sister that I was busy at that moment (which she never has in the past heard me say), but I would pick them up momentarily.  I then explain to this guy, that I must go get my sister’s kids.  I had to convince him to come with me because I didn’t trust anyone in my home without me present (sound familiar … another secret).  Everything was fine … I mean, he was good to her kids and we ate dinner like they always did when they came to my house … it was merely the fact that no one knew about the other because I didn’t need their opinions about how respectful or disrespectful I was of their opinions.  I laid in bed that night thinking about all the secrets.  They were driving me crazy already and that was only the first night of it.

One thing people don’t realize about a drug addiction, you’re not going to wake up the day after you stop using and be completely back to who you were before you started.  No, that takes a while … it takes a long while.  It would be better to not have to fight that battle to get back.  Be open with everyone.  Be honest and let people know who you are: what your fears are, what you feel, who you like and who you don’t.  I promise you, it probably doesn’t matter to them as much as it matters to you.  The young people today use the word “random” (ex.: “That was a random conversation”).  Today, I have a lot of random conversations with everyone I know.  If it comes to my mind, most likely, it is going to come out my mouth.

Some of you readers are probably sitting here and politely reading this blog and wondering, how on earth random secrets lead to an addiction.  Well, I am here to assure you, they do.  One way they do it, when we share a random thought with someone, most likely, they are going to share their opinion of that thought.  After hearing a lot of negative reviews of our remarks, we begin to shut down and that is the absolutely worst thing we can do.  Our thoughts and conversations are not going to be liked by everyone; but we must realize that doesn’t change who we are and what they mean to us.  What it does mean is that maybe we need to reassess ourselves and make sure we are in check.  Their feelings and opinions of us does keep us in check and that is what keeps us out of trouble.  So, my advice to you, the next time you have a decision to make about whether or not to keep something a secret … don’t.

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Who Gave Them the Right?

Mallory Grossman was 12-years-old when she committed suicide because of being bullied at school.  Her bullies weren’t just students, it was teaching faculty also.  Her parents are suing the school system because of the faculty being a part of the problem that caused their daughter to commit suicide.

Technology is awesome.  Today, I bet the reading ability for the average student is a higher than it was when I was in school and this is all due to technology.  When I was in school, I had a reading disability; today, I have yet to meet a student that has a reading disability and has to go to tutoring for it.  The students are still reading at school; but now they read text messages, Snapchat messages, and emails.  Some schools have even gone to computer setups where computers are a necessity and not a commodity and therefore they loan them out to their students … something like the way books were loaned out when I was in school.

In an average week, I use Email, Facebook, and Twitter.  I will gain access to these sites on 3 types of devices:  my cellphone, my Kindle, and my laptop.  Oh, by the way, I have 4 Email accounts (one for every walk of life).  I would imagine that the average student uses on any given week, Email (probably just as many as me, because Mom and Dad can only suspend one), Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, YouTube, KiK, and Instagram (and probably a few dozen more since I don’t stay in touch with the daily trends).  Honestly, I have a hard time keeping up with Facebook and Twitter on top of work, reading and writing; I don’t know how school age teens have enough hours in the day to do it … but they do and that is where the problem comes in at.

When I was in school, I was bullied a lot … I mean, seriously, a lot.  I don’t know why … my guess is, I got on people’s nerves.  However, today, many of the people that would bully me as a teen are friends with me on my Facebook.  No, we don’t hangout or anything; but it goes to show, as adults, we do act our age.  I hold no grudges for the ones that bullied me.  As a matter of fact, today, I sympathize with some of them because they have had a really hard life in comparison to mine.

There was this one girl that used to bully me that I thought was the prettiest person.  Even though she obviously didn’t like me, that never deflected what I thought about her.  I just knew that she could have had any boyfriend she wanted and it was obvious that she had a lot of friends.  A few years ago, she committed suicide.  I didn’t find out until years after it happened; I was absolutely devastated when I found out.  I wished I had been given the opportunity to speak to her one more time.  I wanted her to know what I always thought about her … back then and today.  I always wondered what made her do it.  Some said a failing marriage … others said a terminal illness … I hate knowing that she would have done something like that because someone didn’t like her.  I would have been the first one to let her know, this was not the answer.

Back then, all I had to do was tolerate the class or bus ride that the bullies were on.  When that class or bus ride was over, I didn’t have to deal with the bullies again until the next day … on Fridays, I had a 2 day break from any bullying.  Today, our teens don’t have it that easy.  The bullying today takes on a deeper meaning than it used to.  Today’s bullying would be considered stalking more than it would be called bullying.  Sure, they are still calling them names, degrading their self-worth, and isolating them from everyone else … but they are doing it all day long.  That is all these people live for … taunting and making this person’s life a living Hell.  It doesn’t end with that one class and it doesn’t end when you get off the bus.  It starts with the texting, emails, and SnapChat first thing in the morning and that is where it stays all day … unless you are in person, of course.   They are able to do it in such a way that even the adults … the teachers and parents … get caught up in it.  As I sit here and write this, I am hoping that the adults don’t actively know what they are doing exactly.  I am hoping this teen is convincing them this is a prank and not bullying; thus their participation is supposed to bring a laugh and not a cry.

When I was in school, adults would tell me, “awe, they (the bullies) just like you”.  No, it was obvious they didn’t.  Even as I sit here as an adult myself, I don’t know what can be done about bullies; but I know something needs to be done.  Sure you can change there classes so they aren’t in the same classrooms; but that really doesn’t take care of the problem.  As I said, these teens today are texting them, SnapChatting them, going on their Facebook and posting things, and making videos on YouTube.  At this point, even changing their schools wouldn’t work.

Honestly, I think the only thing that would work is acting as an example for these teens.  No, maybe not after they become teens; but when they are younger, show them how to treat others.  Sure, you are going to have personality conflicts from time to time … I don’t think that is what bullying is.  I think these teens at some point in their life was given the right to be mean, and the one that gave them that right by example, needs to fix the problem.

For example, one day I was in the Wal-Mart and I ran into one the ladies that as teens was my biggest bully.  Not only did she bully me, in no uncertain terms, she would tell you in a heartbeat back then that she hated me.  In her shoes, I would have probably hated me too.  We were on the same softball team together.  This girl put her all into it.  I don’t know if she ever played for our high school team or not; if she didn’t, she sure needed to … she was just that good.  I really didn’t like softball.  I have never been the outdoor type.  I have always been happier indoors, either writing or reading.  So, imagine playing on a softball team with a player that didn’t want to be there and you were are a competitive player with an all win attitude … it probably made her angry on more than one occasion and yet she was stuck with me.

Anyways, we had not seen one another in years when we ran into one another at the Wal-Mart.  As we got to talking and catching up, my son, who was only about 2 years old at the time, asked me if she was a friend of mine.  Me and this lady both looked at one another and started laughing and the lady told my son, “not until now,” and she was so right.  Never in our history were we ever friends; but today, we may not hangout, but we do have a certain respect for one another.  I have told my boys several times about this lady and our history.  I have showed them that you can’t hold grudges and although you don’t particularly like someone, doesn’t mean you can’t respect them.  I could sit here and give you hundreds of examples of my boys paying it forward what they have been taught by example; but I won’t bore you with the details.  I will say this, they have never been called bullies and everyone that meets them will tell you that they have been nothing but a friend to them.  I tell people every day, once I meet you, regardless of our past, we are friends and my boys do the same.

We need to show our kids that people’s feeling do matter.  Even when we don’t have a particular interest in their life, we can be the one that changes everything for them.  All it would take is one time for them to be the one that changed someone else’s day by saying just what needed to be said instead of hating on them for being in the way.  Next time you get ready to say something mean about someone else or make a face that is unpleasant, think about your audience … you may be giving someone else the right to be a bully.

 

 

What Makes Them Think They Are Smarter Than Those Others?

Lately, it seems that over and over again, we are hearing where a wife of a high-end official has been killed.  The occurrence of such cases is to the point that you automatically assume the husband done it.  For example, a Fire Chief’s wife dies by a gunshot wound in their home and the home is burned down.  My first thought is that the Fire Chief done it.  I may be wrong and for the life of me, I hope I am … but this kind of case comes from experience.  Usually, a fireman’s family is very well schooled on the dangers of fire.  They live with a fireman and that fireman lets them know what he has faced and probably even goes into details about how to deal with it in the event they come up against it themselves … but this wasn’t just a fire that she died in, she was also shot in the head.

Then you have the Judge who’s wife was shot while they were in a car out with another couple.  By the way, he still says that it was an accident and that he didn’t mean to shoot her.

That’s why I like to study true crime and write about it.  I want to know why these people think they can get by with it.  Why is it, they think they are smarter than those that came before them and that they know what needs to be done to get by with it.  I am sure this could have been any number of family members; but my first guess will be the husband.

These men were so anxious to get rid of their wives that they attempted to do the impossible.  This Judge Tex McIver I am sure has seen enough of those type of cases in his court room and still, he thought he was smarter than the ones before him.  I want to know what gives them this mentality.

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They Finally Arrested Mark Redwine

Dylan Redwine went missing in November of 2012 and due to the contentious relationship he had with his father, Mark Redwine, Mark had always been a person of interest in the case.  In June of 2013, Dylan’s half-brother said that his father Mark told him that Dylan died of blunt force trauma and that it will be up to the investigators to find his body.  Well, Mark got his wish.  In November of 2015, Dylan Skull was found by some hikers on Middle Mountain.

Now, I ask Mark Redwine, is that really what you wanted?  I mean, sure, you have been free for almost five years, but where has it gotten you?  In that time, you probably seen your other kids grow a little longer; made a little bit more money that you can’t take with you; and entered more relationships that will always wonder how someone they know could do this.  But the end is the end and nothing ever makes it different.  It will be just as painful today as it would have been five years ago.

I am thankful for the investigators that never give up.  They keep searching until they get answers.  I think so many answers would come if we just wait.  I think in the case of Caylee Anthony, if we weren’t so rushed to a judgment and waited as these investigators did, would the outcome have been different?  I think it would have.