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The Chief of Police Letter

15 Jul

Police Chief shaking handsA dear friend told me she couldn’t believe that I actually wrote a letter to the Chief of Police. She said, “That takes BALLS!!” I smiled and said that I never saw it that way. I wanted to write the letter to recognize the good works of a detective who worked the  investigation phase of our criminal complaint  –  the letter was a gift for all of us, as we were approaching our 10-Year Anniversary of that case.

“But the Chief?”

“Yes”, I answered.  The Chief is the top officer and seemed the appropriate person – at least, to me. I have edited out the name of the monster – for now – to protect my daughters, as he is a blood relative with the same last name. I have also edited out the last name of the detective, as I don’t want anyone digging into our case until we’re ready. I’m sharing the case on this blog and when finished, then we’ll be ready for anyone needing to look at documents.  The original letter to the Chief included the names of the prisoner and the investigating detective.

Dear Chief of Police,

I’ve wanted to write this Letter of Commendation for a long time now, and it seems as if there was always somebody to take care of, or making sure my children were all right, or something that needed to be done,  etc. Time has passed so quickly. As June approached, I realized that this is the 10-year Anniversary of the beginning of our case, and the beginning of our relationship with then-Detective Jerry H***** of the CACU, (Crimes Against Children Unit).  I realize it is way past due for sending this letter, but the special anniversary dictates that something wonderful be done in recognition, and that’s why I’m writing to you. This is an anniversary gift for Det. Jerry H*****, for my children, and for me.

In June of 2003, my daughters, (and on the sidelines with support, my son), and I initiated an official complaint of child rape that resulted in an investigation, and was assigned to Det. Jerry H*****. The rapes began when my daughters were 5 years old, and he had occasion to rape them again when they were 10 and 9 years old. It was a harrowing nightmare for us—we had no idea how the process of the investigation worked, how long the process would take or how the court proceedings worked. We also had no preparation for the fact that we would lose our entire family, because the perpetrator was a family member. We were undeterred, however, and meant to see this case all the way through to the end. I was determined that the monster who harmed my two daughters would go to prison, come what may. And it was literally a come-what-may situation. The family forced us to pay a high price for justice, but I saw it as THEIR LOSS. We really, really wanted to breathe that first breath of air, AFTER watching the monster being led away towards prison. That breath was important for my children and me. Det. H***** assisted us in that endeavor and it transformed into a ‘Mission’. I’m sure that my persistence and determination, were at times, vexing for Det. H*****, and there were times that I was vexed, but we continued to work together. He returned  phone calls I made, would answer my questions, and he LISTENED to me—even when I would react with shock and horror to the things that every detective must tell victims and victims’ parents. Over the months that became a year, we became very fond of Det. H*****, and he will always hold a very special place in our hearts.

Our ’mission’ was successful. We ended up with nearly two dozen felony indictments against the monster. We had two sets of confession tapes. I wore a body wire with the first set. Jerry brought him in for an interview for the second set. The prisoner, P  M,  eventually took a plea deal that my children and I had preapproved of—it is for 30 years, with the first eligibility for a parole hearing in 15 years—we are now 5 years away from that first eligibility hearing. We plan to be there and I spoke recently with Sargeant H*****, who expressed the same. We have kept up with each other through the years, and I was very happy to call him again, and again to thank him personally for the success of this 10-year Anniversary.

{Det. H***** also contacted, and presented Indiana authorities with a rape case, (as the prisoner had committed a rape against my oldest daughter when I briefly lived there), with all of the attending evidence, and confession tapes, so that when Kentucky is finished with the punitive stage, then he will be handed off to the Indiana authorities.}

Because of the successes of this case, we can now breathe a little easier. My daughters still have nightmares, and still call to make sure that I’m signed up for the VINE notification, with my address and phone number, so that somehow, P M doesn’t have access, through an attorney, to learn where they currently live. (He promised to hurt and kill them, and they still have nightmares that he will find them.) I check on him through the prisons’ websites every now and then—just to make sure where he is!!

After the sentencing hearing in 2004, the very last hurdle, we invited Det. H***** to a celebration dinner, and there, we presented him with an engraved plaque showing our appreciation and gratitude for all that he’d done for us – and with us. The detective’s name, “H*****”, means something special to the children and me, so when he was assigned to us, it was just one of the many signs from Spirit, that we had throughout this case, that Spirit was indeed helping us, and the right person for us, this detective, was going to lead the case—and he did. We think Jerry is a very special young man, who works very hard, and I hope you can see that, too. I think he deserves special recognition for everything he did, and I hope that he is rewarded for that, somehow.

Respectfully Submitted,

************(a.k.a. Transcender)

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Following a Journey

14 Jul

Upper y Lower Navajo Falls in Grand Canyon

I thought writing about our journey would be linear… A story, after all, has a beginning and ending, right? The journey had its pathway and it would just be simpler, I thought, to create the outline to produce that linear path, depicting Point A to Point Z – how we started, and how we ended. Start at the beginning, and then report it in its straight-line way, the exact way it happened to us. But that just isn’t real life. Even in remembrance, “reporting” on our own story, will not allow us to follow a straight line. Because Life is still happening. And Life isn’t a straight road. Life is a river – with curves, tributaries, swells, rains, shrinkage, and flow.

This journey has many side waterways and branches, each one threatening to distract (with joy, or career fulfillment, friendship, or sadness, etc.), threatening to divert, threatening to thwart the mission to tell our story. I thought I could control the story. The story was having none of that, however. It decided that it was going to live, that it had it’s own life, and therefore, had the right to tell it’s own story. Confusing? A journey through Life has potential for great things and terrible things, for each one of us. Every day. With all of its curves and branches, possibilities of growth, and potentials of danger. These understandings have made me realize that I will not be “reporting” as I’d originally planned. I had to let Life flow. Therefore, I am going to let the story have the life it so passionately and anxiously demands. If I don’t allow it to live, it won’t allow me to live, either. It is demanding to live, to breathe, to inhale and to exhale, to cry, to yell out in pain, to beat its chest and yell out with vindication.

I haven’t written since I initiated this story in February. When I wrote “The Exam Room” and the “About” of Becoming Free in February,  I was surprised at how real it all felt – all over again. I mean it – I was really surprised. Talking about “The Exam Room”, brought me back to that room. In my mind, I was there… my living room was transformed… I could smell the room… with all of its astringent medical room smell… I could touch the exam table…and feel it’s cold steel. I could hear the doctor’s footsteps plodding – in quick fashion –  against the tile floor as she ran out of the room. I could hear my young 5-year-old daughter’s voice. All around me, I could see how dim and grungy everything looked. And in very REAL fashion, I was ANGRY all over again. Hot, White Anger – no longer was it red – it was the white searing kind – and I wanted to sear something.

I… wanted… to… S E A R… something.

I wanted to put that white hot steel burning inside me up against something and HEAR IT ACTUALLY SIZZLE…  SSSSSTTTTTTTZZZZZZZZ…..

I was in so much pain, and then June was fast approaching. June was the month that the case was birthed and became official – it is also our 10-Year Anniversary this year. I don’t know if it was starting the blog, or the 10-Yr anniversary, or the two working in conjunction together, that brought all of the details back, bringing with them all of the associated emotions, in all of their painfully exposed and open state.  I wanted to make the people who hurt us… feel that wrath, feel that hurt, the way they made us hurt. The way that some of them still hurt us… still, to this day, betray us and plot against us. Yes, they still plot against us. They actually think that If they can bring me down, “and put me in my place”, then maybe they won’t look so bad… maybe they won’t look weak or cowardly… MAYBE… no one will find out that they sided with the rapist and tried to sabotage the case, and when that didn’t work, then they tried to sabotage me and my children. One relative in particular, stirs the others in that small circle of theirs, and STILL tries to sabotage me and my children, in an effort to silence my voice.

My voice will not be silent.

More importantly, the story itself, in its effort to breathe on its own, will not be silent, either. In fact, the opposite has happened… the story’s voice has grown – and matches mine in intensity and determination. It has taken a while for me to process all of these raw emotions these past few months – and while I’m in no way, near the end of that process – at least, I can say that I’m IN the process. It is important – for me – to not waste energy on persons who don’t deserve that special kind of emotional energy that it would take to confront their weaknesses. I choose to spend it wisely… on letting the story have my energy, to do what it needs to do… on helping other victims and victims’ families… on speaking to those who can help these families achieve successful prosecutions… to helping victims reach an understanding that they may not be able to bring their monsters in, but they can still heal themselves. So now I’ve learned to let the story go… and breathe… and live.

The writing will be its own –  living to tell it’s own story – with it’s own voice.

 

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