Mobile, Alabama There’s nothing that will make me homesick for the South quicker than a few pictures or a good story. I have a great love for the people in the deep South. I seized the opportunity to work with a number of true Southerners and gathered enough material to fill a book of short stories. I’ve neither scratched my head so much nor laughed so hard as I did while working with this “breed” of people. And they are a breed. Especially the ones who found their way under my guidance. I’m not sure if my upper management wanted to sink me or if they actually thought I could do something with some of these characters. Nonetheless, I seemed to end up with the most lively, 100% of whom were bussed in from Northern counties in the state, and all of whom brought with them daily woes of their extended families.
When I first read this story, a couple a days ago, I saw “Prichard man” and immediately looked at the name of the accused to see if 1.) he’d been employed by us or 2.) he was the cousin/nephew/son/husband of someone we employed. I was sort of disappointed to find his name was not familiar and extremely disappointed I’ve lost contact with my two favorite ladies down there so I could get their take on what transpired. I’m positive they know someone who’s given them the inside story here and I can almost see and hear Miss Mack standing there with her hand on her hip, rolling those eyes back in her head as she’s relaying the gory details. “Shit girl, that boy done dug his uncle’s eyes out. One at a time, girl. Dirtied up that spoon and everything. I ain’t eating off their shit no more.” (more…)
Rushville, Illinois If there is such a thing as justice after 17 years, it was served yesterday for the family of Susan Bonser. There was a “stay” on information being confirmed for 24 hours due to the children of the confessed killer being notified. Jeff Kennedy testified in front of the Grand Jury yesterday morning…as far as I’m concerned, it’s now been 24 hours.
I understand needing to speak to the growing list of Jeff’s victims but Susan’s family, they’ve waited long enough.
The official press release will be available today and when it becomes available, it will be posted on this site. Until then, Jeff Kennedy confirmed what a selfish prick he was yesterday as he took a plea deal and confessed to murdering Susan Bonser October 16, 1993. During the time Susan’s family wondered if the murderer would be caught, worried they’d never know the real date she died, worried that everyone had put her murder on the back burner, Jeff was able to raise a family and, until recently, was gainfully employed.
While we’re extremely pleased Susan’s family has obtained a portion of the answers they’ve needed, we also want to extend a heart-felt message of condolence. I can only imagine the emotions yesterday’s news brought to the surface.
16-Yr-Victim. Thank you for sharing Susan’s story with us. And a personal thank you for the endless conversations we’ve had over the past several months. You’ve shown a sister’s love can overcome obstacles.
Please feel free to comment on the resolution of this 17-year-old murder.
Tenino, Washington Imagine being a policeman on patrol in a town of less than 1500. Not much goes on. Evenings are probably spent riding around busting people for stopping in the middle of the street to visit, running stop signs, and giving directions out of town for those who’ve stumbled in wishing to get out. Imagine being on patrol and getting flagged down and told something that was so unbelievable, you don’t know whether to laugh at the guy or get him committed into some mental institution. Especially if that guy were telling you something similar to, ‘I was on this trail and some kid stopped me and asked if I’d help him get rid of a dead body that was in his truck…” and as you’re listening, the guy looks up at a passing vehicle and exclaims something like: “THAT’S HIM”! (more…)
Lake Cushman, Washington I know better than to “read more” on a child abuse story. I really do. As anyone who’s read me for a long time knows, I hate these stories but believe in exposing the monsters who prey upon them. I’m just not the person for the writing job. They affect me deeply and once I get sucked in, I become so consumed with what the hell drives adults to do these things that I end up writing them. And I would have looked over this story with hope someone else would pick it up had it not been for the picture of this darling little girl and the words, “slashed throat”. And after reading about a dozen police accounts, mother’s statement, and probable cause report, I was so disgusted and sucked in that I had to tell little 5-year-old Clare Louise Shelwell’s story. (more…)