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Eight—“My God! They’ve shot Mr. Robinson.”

William T. Harper University of North Texas Press PDF

Chapter Eight

“My God! They’ve shot

Mr. Robinson!”

—Novella Pollard, hostage

It was somewhere around seven o’clock on Thursday morning when Warden Husbands received the next telephone call from the library. “Some of the hostages,” he recalled, “said Carrasco was going to kill them if we didn’t meet his demands” of the night before for arms and ammunition. Carrasco had hostages lined up in chairs in front of the filing cabinet barricade.

Heard was still tied to a chair on top of the protective wall where the rattled guard would catch the first bullet were it to come from the inside or the outside. 1

Threatening the hostages with death, an edgy

Carrasco complained about noise coming from the second floor area below, saying TDC was trying to break in again. As it turned out, any noise—any noise at all—coming from outside the library’s confines made Carrasco and the others certain TDC was coming in. As Husbands had earlier explained, the cooks came to work at their usual 4:00 a.m. and began serving breakfast at 6:00 a.m. Carrasco ordered Linda

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Twenty-four—“I’ll see y’all soon.”

William T. Harper University of North Texas Press PDF

Chapter Twenty-four

August 3, 1974 • Day Eleven

“I’ll see y’all soon.”

—Judy Standley, hostage

Of the original fifteen civilian and inmate hostages, twelve remained on Saturday, the third day of August.

After Glennon Johnson’s departure following a medical emergency, Father Joseph O’Brien had become the only true volunteer hostage. Inmate hostage Henry Escamilla had broken through the glass doors on the sixth day of the siege and Aline House was next to leave, after her heart attack hoax. Linda

Woodman was now safe in her Conroe home. Still held by Carrasco, Cuevas, and Dominguez were Von

Beseda, Jack Branch, Bert Davis, Ann Fleming, Novella

Pollard, Ron Robinson, Judy Standley, prison guard

Bobby Heard, Father O’Brien, and inmate hostages

Martin Quiroz, Steve Robertson and Florencio Vera.

Before this brutal day would end for the twelve hostages and three killers, their numbers would be cut down radically.

In the library, all the civilians slept rather fitfully, drained by their physical and mental exhaustion, and when they were roused shortly after sunrise they had a breakfast of eggs, ham, toast, coffee, and

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Gary M. Lavergne University of North Texas Press ePub

After Much Thought


During the summer of 1966 mass murder frequented the news. Truman Capote's In Cold Blood ushered in a “new journalism,” where real events were reported with fictional techniques. Capote engaged in a prolonged investigation to detail the mass murder of the Clutter family of Holcomb, Kansas, by two wanderers on 15 November 1959. Although first serialized in The New Yorker magazine in 1965, In Cold Blood was still the year's most talked about bestseller in 1966.

Mr. Herbert Clutter, an affluent wheat farmer, employed several farm hands. Floyd Wells, a former employee, later served time in the Kansas State Penitentiary where he became friends with a fellow prisoner named Richard E. Hickock, who made repeated efforts to learn as much about the Clutter family as possible. Specifically, Hickock was interested in finding out if the Clutters had a safe in their home. Wells either suggested or Hickock conjured up a nonexistent safe located in a wall behind Herb Clutter's office desk. Eventually, Hickock was paroled. Shortly afterwards he and a friend named Perry E. Smith headed for the Clutter home, where they expected to steal at least ten thousand dollars. They did not know that Herbert Clutter had a well-known reputation for not carrying cash; anyone in Holcomb could have told the pitiful fools that Herb Clutter paid for everything by check.

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14: The White Headband

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The White Headband

thought would surely get the attention of the sniper. Every "bang" caused McCo~ Crum and Day to grasp their rifles a little tighter and to look a little closer. "God damn! He's making a lot of noise,"

McCoy thought.' Each of them had seen what the sniper was capable of doing. Outside the Tower they had seen bodies shot from incredibly long distances; inside they had seen what Whitman had done at close range: Edna, Mark, Marguerite, Mary, and Mike.

Ramiro Martinez never hesitated. Armed only with a 38 revolver, he walked through the glass-paneled door and out onto the deck.

For the first time in over ninety minutes Charles Whitman had company-company he must have known would arrive eventually.

Although Martinez made a considerable amount of noise getting the glass-paneled door to open, Whitman may have heard nothing.

The return fire on the west side was fierce and Whitman had tuned his radio, with the volume as high as it could go, to Neal Spelce's broadcast on I(TBC. It is even possible that Whitman had lingered on the west side in order to hear some part of the radio broadcast, unknowingly allowing Martinez, Crum, and McCoy time to enter the deck undetected. The news reports Whitman would have heard by that time probably pleased him.

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11: Ramiro

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mJ~-------------------- Ramiro

In July of 1966 th e Ramiro Martinez family sat for th eir first form al portrait. Onl y two week s ear lier Jan ice and Janette celebra ted th eir second birthday. Two weeks lat er Ramiro confronted Charles Whitm an atop UT's Tower. Photo courtesy of Ramiro and Vernell Martinez.

cropper who worked on the "one third" system- one third of the harvest went to the landowner. It was a ha rd way to live. Cotton was king and the Martinez family was poor. While Spanish was spoken most often in the home, Ramiro and his two brothers and two sisters, like many Hi spanics of the era, were encouraged to speak English .

Ramiro's father and his children were bilingual. Mother Martinez, a native of Mexico, mostly spoke Spanish. At Rotan High School,

Ramiro established himself as an athlete, earning all-district honorable mention as an end on the football team . Not surprisingly, the

Martinez family was staunchly Catholic, and occasionally, the children had to tolerate silly jokes about their religion. The Hail Mary, the Our Father, th e Rosary and other prayers like the Act of Contrition were taught at home and the children attended Catechism regularly on Sundays. The family moved from farm to farm and did not have much, but they were good, honest people. I

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Chapter 5 We Set Out in Fine Spirit

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We Set Out in

Fine Spirit


hatever happened in Kansas, Long­ley continued northward, first to Omaha, Nebraska, then on to Cheyenne in Wyoming

Territory, where he said that he joined a party of miners preparing for an “exploring expedition” into the Big Horn range of mountains.1 He was welcomed by the leaders forming the group, including a Captain

Kuykendall, and on their instructions obtained necessary supplies and readied to leave immediately.2

The record backs up Long­ley’s account at this point. Judge W. L.

Kuykendall, late in 1869, had pondered the feasibility of organizing a semi-military group of prospectors to venture into the country above the North Platte River to displace the Sioux Indians there and look for gold. Discussing the idea with others, Kuykendall placed an advertisement in the Cheyenne newspaper for a meeting at McDaniel’s Theater. Elected president of the Black Hills and Big Horn Association at the meeting by eager prospectors, Kuykendall began recruiting an expedition, and ultimately, according to him, two thousand men volunteered, each agreeing to bring with him a “repeating gun,” one thousand rounds of ammunition, and rations for six months.3 According to

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Gary M. Lavergne University of North Texas Press ePub

Weathered Metal Plaques

U.S. Highway 59 in Texas spans both rural and urban areas. Through Houston the traffic can be murderous, but just south of the metro area, near Rosenberg, drivers breathe a sigh of relief. They are safely into the countryside. Rosenberg inhabitants, like many small-town Texans, worry about “planned communities” of deed-restricted, monotonous, brick homes creeping closer. They cling to an agrarian tradition while welcoming vast riches from the oil and gas industry Crops of all types carpet tracts of rich, dark soil, while oil-searching and oil-producing rigs dot the landscape.

Near the exit to Farm-to-Market Road 2218 are the Davis-Greenlawn Funeral Chapel and a large, well-manicured cemetery. Golf carts transport visitors and maintenance personnel. The main entrance is near the access road, but many visitors are attracted to a smaller, less ostentatious entrance on the northeast side. The bumpy path leads to an even smaller drive, where blades of grass struggle to grow through compacted gravel. At the confluence is a large white marble carving of Da Vinci's The Last Supper. That portion of the cemetery is nearly full, and unoccupied sites have long ago been sold and await their inhabitants. The graves arc marked by weathered metal plaques on small marble slabs. Visitors are seldom distracted by the traffic noise from Highway 59; more noticeable are the chirping birds in a nearby wooded area. Here is peace.

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11 Cowboy

Gary M. Lavergne University of North Texas Press PDF



“Something is wrong with that man.”

—[Bruce] a.k.a . “One-Arm”


Before December of 1991, the people of Austin, Texas, did not consider going to a yogurt shop, or washing their car, a dangerous activity—and for good reason. The overall crime rate for Austin had fallen by two percent from 1990 to 1991, and although the murder rate rose by seven percent, the actual number of victims rose from only fortysix to forty-nine. Additionally, the Austin Police Department’s Homicide Detail was particularly good at solving its cases. Nationally, about sixty-six percent of homicide cases were solved; in cities with more than 250,000 people the “clearance rate” was slightly over half; in

Austin, the rate was an impressive eighty-six percent. The Yogurt Shop

Murders and the abduction of Colleen Reed, however, spread fear throughout the Austin metro area. “I guess the public’s attitude is developed by high visibility crimes, and certainly during the latter part of the year [1991] we had those high visibility crimes,” said Assistant Police Chief George Phifer.

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2 Morocco

Gary M. Lavergne University of North Texas Press PDF

chapter two


“He simply responds to women according to the script, the code, the prescription, the values that his culture has given him regarding women.”

—Dr. Harrell Gill-King

Anthropologist and Defense Expert Witness



here is an area of northwest Africa, between the Atlas and the

Rif Ranges called the Maghreb, where at the height of its power and prestige, the mighty Roman Empire discovered it could go no farther. The Atlas Mountains form a diagonal range traversing

Morocco from the southwest to the northeast, separating Morocco’s

Atlantic coastal plains to the north and west from the expansive

Sahara Desert to the south. A smaller range, the Rif, runs parallel to the Mediterranean coast. Between the two ranges, which almost merge near the eastern urban center of Taza, a passage connects

Algeria and the rest of North Africa to the Moroccan interior and the Atlantic Ocean.

From Taza, the fan-shaped plain of the Maghreb opens westward toward the Moroccan political capital of Rabat and the business capital of Casablanca. Though geographically close to the Strait of Gibraltar, this area is surprisingly isolated. On a political map, it appears ideally situated to be a portal from the Middle East, through

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Gary M. Lavergne University of North Texas Press ePub

The General


The heat—they remembered the heat. Virtually all of the wounded knew that the best way to avoid another shot from Charles Whitman was to lie still and play dead, but for many the heat became unbearable. Onlookers pitied the wounded as much for the pain caused by hot pavement as for the wounds. Claire Wilson had no choice but to lie still for more than an hour as the sun beat down on her until she could be rescued. Instinctively she picked up one leg and moved it from side to side. Witnesses mentally pleaded for her to put that leg down and keep still. “We could see people moving a bit, but they never could get up and walk away.” It would have been easier if they had known that Whitman never shot anyone twice.1

From the top of the Tower, Charles Whitman not only held off an army but he also pinned it down and stayed on the attack. After the tragedy many police officers' written reports stated that they were unable to move from their positions. Whitman's rapid fire suggested a shift to a greater use of the 30-caliber carbine, an automatic rifle. Earlier he tended to use the scoped 6mm Remington, a far more accurate weapon over long distances, but one that required the manual use of a bolt action. Whitman pinned down Patrolman Jim Cooney as the officer made attempts to assist Roy Dell Schmidt, the electrician Whitman killed near University and 21st Streets. “I couldn't get to the man,” said Cooney.2

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The Raid

Mark Coakley ECW Press ePub

The Raid

“We got it!”

— An officer at the Molson building raid

On Friday, January 9, 2004, at 2:55 p.m., Tripper contacted Barrie Constable Peter Dewsnap at police headquarters at 20 Rose Street. He told Dewsnap that a grow op in the Molson building was located “at south of plant … by the brewing vats,” that police would find “1,000 grow lites” and that people were being brought in to “process” (trim) the product, bringing the total number of people in the grow op to 40. Tripper said a crop would be harvested the next day.

Barrie Police decided to act fast, fearing that waiting until after the harvest was done could lead to a loss of evidence and opportunities to make arrests. At 3:17 p.m., Dewsnap contacted Barrie Hydro and asked for information about electricity usage at the old Molson factory. He learned that electricity usage had recently spiked and water usage had declined significantly.

At 3:40 p.m., according to his handwritten notes, OPP Constable Dan Tucker did a “perimeter drive by of the plant located at 1 Big Bay Point Road.” Half an hour later, OPP Constable Brent Bergeron called the Barrie Fire Department and had them fax over a floor plan of the Molson building and a partial list of its occupants: a “bottling plant,” a “trucking company,” a “storage area” and a “fish hatchery.”

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Thirteen—“We will assassinate everyone!”

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Chapter Thirteen

“We will assassinate everyone!”

—Fred Carrasco, hostage-taker

With their intelligence-gathering system in place, the

Command Post returned to the task of formulating a plan for entering the library with an attack team, if necessary. No thought, scheme, nor concept, was rejected out of hand, no matter how far out of the box it might seem to be. Some ideas had what TDC

Director Estelle called a “Buck Rogers” quality about them.1 Under even the best-case scenarios, they knew an assault would no doubt be a blood bath. The aim was to hit hard, hit fast, with as much firepower as they could muster, and with the element of surprise.

It would have to be a massive, shocking blow, stunning the gunmen and traumatizing them before they could get off any rounds aimed at their captives.

Everyone in the Command Post knew there was no way they could hit hard enough and fast enough to save all the hostages. It was just a matter of reducing the losses, of lowering the body count. How many hostage lives could they afford to lose in order to save how many others? How many body bags would they need?

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CHAPTER THREE: Attachment and juvenile sex offending CHAPTER FOUR: Psychopathy and juvenile sex offending

Timothy Keogh Karnac Books ePub

“Because some of my ideas are alien to the theoretical traditions that have become established, and so have met with strong criticism, I have been at pains to show that most of them are by no means alien to what Freud himself thought and wrote”

(Bowlby, 1969, p. xv)

This chapter examines what is known about the connection between attachment and sex offending, specifically juvenile sex offending. Consistent with contemporary views and research findings in the broader field of enquiry into sexuality and attachment (Diamond, Blatt,&Lichtenberg, 2007), the research linking the two is underpinned by a view that attachment and sexuality are separate but strongly interconnected behavioural systems, such that secure attachment appears to strongly predict psycho-sexual maturity and adjustment.

Many definitions of attachment (Ainsworth, Blehar, Waters,&Wall, 1978; Bartholomew, 1990; Diamond, Blatt,&Lichtenberg, 2007; Fonagy, 2001; Main&Hess, 1990; Zeanah, 1993) have highlighted the fact that attachment involves the subjective perception of another person (initially the mother or primary care-giver) as a source of psychological safety and security (Widlocher, 2001). Attachment is, thus, antithetical to isolation and loneliness and is the vehicle through which human beings achieve the satisfying emotional exchanges necessary for psychological health and well-being.

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17. “As Nice As I Could Be”

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“As Nice As I Could Be”

“Hank, what on Earth made you believe you could walk away from this?”

—Charles Meyer


The Bell County Sheriff’s Office is not far from Bloom’s Motel. It just seemed like a long trip late in the afternoon of April 20, as Tim Steglich drove Hank to make a statement. At 5:25 P.M., Tim read Hank his Miranda warning. Tim tried to get in touch with a number of officers but could find no one. He did not want to leave Hank alone so he asked Deputy Ted Duffield to get in touch with Don Martin and J. W. Thompson of the Austin Police Department as soon as possible. Getting in touch with APD was the top priority—it was their case. Other officers could be contacted later.

Tim had to make an immediate decision. At the time, Hank was not a suspect or under arrest. Since he was making a voluntary statement, he could have asked for a lawyer at any time. Tim decided to get a brief statement first; he wanted the bottom line on paper—a girl was abducted from a car wash and McDuff did it. And so, Tim began slowly and carefully taking a statement for a case he was not that familiar with. As Hank spoke of kidnapping, rape, torture, and probable capital murder, Tim forced himself into a mode of extraordinary concentration. It was more important to get the statement than allow himself the luxury of normal emotion.1

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Narcs Listening to B101 and The Edge

Mark Coakley ECW Press ePub

Narcs Listening to B101 and The Edge

“Have to pay trimmers, pay people, pay the babies, pay the earth, keep paying other stuff and then another rent’s going to hit us and then before we know it, fuck, we’re fucked.”

— Jeff DaSilva

Glenn Day and Constable Jones, who was posing as Day’s runner, went to a potential grow-op site at an industrial building in Welland, near the canal and right behind a Canadian Tire, to meet Bob DeRosa.

They waited outside until a black Jeep pulled up. DeRosa was inside, with two other men he introduced as the managers of the property, one of whom he said he had known for 10 years. Day openly told the two property managers he’d just met that he wanted the place for “growing weed.”

They looked around inside the building, where people were busy working, and Day and Jones took photos. DeRosa suggested that Day set up a scrap-metal recycling company as a front. He also said he would like a cut of the grow op’s profit, “just a little bit.”

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