Criminal Profiling Topic of the Day: University of Montana Quarterback Date Rape Travesty

 University of Montana quarterback, Jordan Johnson (pictured left) , accused in March of rape, was formally charged late Tuesday afternoon with sexual intercourse without consent.
The felony charge, which carries a potential sentence of two years to life in prison, was filed just before the close of business in Missoula County District Court by Suzy Boylan, assistant chief deputy county attorney. Johnson was immediately suspended from the Grizzlies football team, which is scheduled to start practice Monday, said UM President Royce Engstrom. That suspension continues until the outcome of legal proceedings.

 All over the Internet, the comments following some 300 news articles about this case are cheering in support of women who have been date raped and how thrilled they are that this lowly bastard has been charged with this horrific crime. I am not one of them. I am appalled at our system of justice and the support of this travesty. Below are the facts (from the victim's own mouth) and my analysis of her claims.

In the affidavit, [assistant chief deputy county attorney.Suzy Boylan] described a chain of events that began with a text message from Johnson suggesting that he and the alleged victim get together that night. They decided to watch a movie at her house, and she picked him up because he'd been drinking and didn't want to drive, according to the affidavit.
One of the woman's roommates was asleep, the other was playing video games in the living room, it said.
Johnson began kissing the woman as they watched a movie in her room, it said. Although she first kissed him back, she then said, "Let's just watch the movie," the affidavit said.
"She tried to keep things light and tried to discourage his advances," according to the affidavit.
Although the woman said she told him "no" repeatedly, he persisted, saying at one point, "I will make you," it said. Then he raped her, it said.
The documents described the woman as feeling "scared and ‘shut down,' " and said, "She was afraid he would hit her if she resisted further."
Afterward, according to the affidavit, the woman texted her roommate in the living room, saying "Omg … I think I might have just gotten raped ... he kept pushing and pushing and I said no but he wouldn't listen … I just wanna cry ... Omg what do I do!"

           The woman drove Johnson home that night and went to UM's Student Assault Resource Center the           next morning. Since then, she's been treated for Rape Trauma Syndrome.


 Seriously? Really? This young man's life gets destroyed, his name is ruined, because of the word of this girl that she was raped (and there are many false reporters of rape for a variety of reasons)? Let's review this whole scenario.

The "victim" has known this guy for a year. They have been texting for months. Consequently, she should have some idea of his character and whether he is a guy that would want to have sex with her or rape her.

On the night in question, he calls her up drunk wanting to get together. She says yes. She suggests a movie - to the drunk college boy - at her apartment in her bedroom.

She drives over to get him (because he is too inebriated to drive himself over) and brings him to her apartment.

She takes him to her bedroom where they lie together on her bed (I doubt there is a couch in their room, but this is possible). The young man notes her roommate is right down the way playing a video game in the livingroom. The "victim" states there is yet another woman supposedly asleep in her room (but at that time she could not have known if she was awake or not).

They start kissing on the bed (or couch); she kisses him back indicating she is more interested in a sexual encounter of some kind rather than the movie they are supposed to be watching.

Then she claims she tried to discourage his advances repeatedly. Note: she did not get up and leave the room.

She claims she told him repeatedly, "No," and at some point he said, "I will make you." Note: she did not get up and leave the room.

Now, she claims she was afraid he would hit her and so she let's him have sex with her. Note: she did not even try to leave the room and she did not shout out to her roommates for help, in spite of the fact one of her roommates was clearly awake nearby.

Afterwards, she texts that roommate, saying, "Omg … I think I might have just gotten raped ... he kept pushing and pushing and I said no but he wouldn't listen … I just wanna cry ... Omg what do I do!"

She think she might have just gotten raped? That is a very deceptive statement which indicates she does not believe what she is saying herself. She then explains that "he kept pushing and pushing and I said no but he wouldn't listen." Pushing someone to have sex is NOT rape; it is obnoxious, it is annoying, and it is ungentlemanly, but it is not rape if the woman gets tired of the pressure and gives in. If a woman "gives in," she has not been raped; she has been seduced in a rather unerotic manner. It seems like what we are dealing with here is "buyer's remorse".

Having been "raped," the "victim" then kindly drives her rapist home. She goes to the clinic the next day but doesn't report the "rape" to the police for six weeks.

This is utter rot. The woman has not in any way described a rape. The prosecutor's office should be ashamed of charging Jordan Johnson with rape when there is no proof of one. The University of Montana should be ashamed of tossing Johnson off the football team. And all those folks who I see jumping up adn down in support of this woman and gleefully clapping that Johnson has gotten his comeuppance should be ashamed that he has been tried by the public and with not one shred of evidence proving his guilt.

There ARE women who have suffered being raped by an acquaintance or a date and it is sad that the victim, the female, most often cannot prove she was raped very successfully in a court of law because of the lack of visible trauma (especially if she was too drunk to be able to make any move to defend herself which is most often the case) and the he said/she said problem of it all. Usually, the rape occurs in a location where a threat might scare the victim enough not to fight back or she is so out of it she can't. In this case, neither of these two circumstances applied, so the "victim's" story has no credibility to me at all.

It is not okay for our daughters to be raped by college boys who think they are entitled to "hit it" if they want. But, it is also not okay for our sons to be accused of crimes they did not commit and have their futures completely destroyed. And, most importantly, it is not fair to rape victims, true rape victims, to  have cases like this cause a backlash against them.

Criminal Profiler Pat Brown

August 3, 2012          

                 

How to Save your Daughter's Life by Pat Brown will be out on August 15, 2012. Pre-order from Amazon or Barnes and Noble.

There is a whole chapter in the book about Date Rape and how to keep your daughter from becoming a victim of this crime and the realities of date rape in our society and court system.

                                   

Criminal Profiling Topic of the Day: To Dig or Not to Dig

South African businessman Stephen Birch says he has proof of some sort of cavity beneath a second pebble driveway (put in after Madeleine McCann's disappearance) and he believes that Maddie may be buried in that particular spot, a possible grave he located with a geo-radar machine he ran over Robert Murat's property (where his mother is living) a number of times quite illegally. He admits he had no permission to be on the grounds and, under the cover of night, slipped onto the property and ran his tests. He recognizes he may be sued for this and has his lawyers in place to deal with the possibility.

I am not going to speak of legalities and ethics in this particular post. Personally, I do not approve of trespassing on private property, possibly terrifying anyone at home (although some will claim I am the pot calling the kettle black because I touched the shutters on Apartment 5A when it was vacant which were accessible from the public walkway in the resort at which I was staying). Anyway, the issue at hand I am wishing to discuss is not whether Mr. Birch should be dealt with legally, but whether there is any merit to his claim and if anyone should dig at the spot on the driveway and who that should be.

 First, to the issue of Mr. Birch's theory that Madeleine was dead on May 3rd and buried on Murat's property the same night. I will not get into his entire theory as to who was involved and why. Suffice it to say, his theory is possible, if not all that probable, at least from this profiler's experience. IF his theory were to be true, it would be a major anomaly. If Maddie is buried on Murat's property, I would have to believe that Robert Murat was himself involved in the crime, that he was a child sex predator who saw a lucky opportunity, grabbed the child, and ran back to his house with her. Then, finished with his enjoyment of the child, he would have done what most child sex predators do; kill the child straight away. Then, he would have buried her on his own property believing that he would not become a suspect and, thereby, her body would not be found with his DNA on it somewhere on the side of the road.

Do I believe that this is what happened? Do I believe Murat is involved? No, but only because the evidence, in my opinion, doesn't point in his direction (see all my blogs on the case and my Profile of the Disappearance of Madeleine McCann). I don't believe Maddie was abducted, I do believe the McCanns are involved, and my Number One choice of where Maddie would be found buried is Monte do Jose Mestre, a desolate area west of Praia da Luz where Gerry McCann's cell phone pinged.

If Murat were not involved in the disappearance of Maddie McCann and the Gerry and Kate McCanns did have something to do with their daughter's demise, I would find it highly improbable that Maddie would be buried by one of her parents (with or without the help of any of their friends) nearby on someone's private property. I find it would be extraordinary, that  under great duress right after finding her dead that evening,  Gerry would have the audacity and balls to go onto someone's property, dig a hole, and bury Maddie there in an attempt to to frame someone in the community. I could believe someone burying their child on some stranger's farm in the country in some remote and area easily accessible to the road, but just down the street on a property behind an inhabited house in the middle of town, this is too unbelievable to me. If the McCanns were involved and Gerry was seen trotting toward the beach with Maddie by the Smith family, that behavior is more in line with known behaviors of parents involved in the death of their child; he would have been in a panic and quickly trying to get her body away from the vacation residence and to a remote place where any predator could have dumped her. What might have happened after that would all depend on luck and circumstances and having more time to think things through. But to place her just down the street on someone's property, I doubt it. Could be true, but it would be extremely odd.

Now, on to the issue of should the property be dug up at that spot just to make sure? I don't object to it. Who the suspect would be if it turned out Maddie was buried on the property is secondary to locating the chid and seeing justice done for her. Also, if the theory she is buried there does not pan out, perhaps Mr. Birch and others will take that machine and a search party over to Monte do Jose Mestre and see if they can find Maddie over there.

But who decides if the driveway at Murat's should be excavated? If the police do not have probably cause and they don't believe Birch's video of his radar scanning means much, they are not going to be knocking on Murat's mom's door. Is there really any evidence pointing to the Murat property or Murat? Is that video really indicative of a grave? If it is, could it be the grave of a dog? Could that cavity be the result of some other disturbance to that ground could cause a scan that looks to Birch like a grave?

Next, should Robert Murat just say, "What the hell! Let me just shut this guy up!" and allow the driveway to be dug up?  I would say if he wasn't worried about a body being there, he could do that. But, on the other hand, even if he had nothing to do with Maddie's disappearance, he might now be paranoid someone has put her body there and he will indeed be framed, or that someone has planted some kind of evidence to make it look like a body might have been there. If I were in his shoes, I don't know what I would do.

Should the McCanns push the police or Murat to take action? Well, if I were them and I were innocent, I would damn sure want that ground dug up because it would drive me crazy not to know if Maddie was really there or not.

What do I think will likely happen? Nothing. I think the police don't have probable cause, Murat won't want to take the chance, and the McCanns, in my opinion, already know whether she is under that driveway or not. So, nothing will happen unless the Murat family no longer owns the property and the new owners have no problem with the matter being settled with a little digging on the drive. I don't think we are going to see that coming down the pike any time soon.

What I wouldn't be surprised to see is Stephen Birch ending up on the end of a Carter-Ruck lawsuit via the McCanns for claiming Maddie is dead.  We all know how the McCanns deal with differing opinions, don't we?


Criminal Profiler Pat Brown

July 14, 2012

Criminal Profiling Topic of the Day: Kate McCann appointed Ambassador for Missing People Organization - Unfuckingbelievable!

Seriously?

I know, I know. I should be more professional than to use such bad language, but having Kate McCann be the poster woman for people who have lost children, just blows my mind. Yes, Kate surely is pretty good at making children go missing, but it is this fact alone that should disqualify her for any ambassador position connected to missing anybodies. In fact, it should make her poison to any organization seeking money and support for finding missing persons. Not only has Kate managed to lose her child due to her own poor skills at mothering, but she has squandered millions of donor dollars on crooked and incompetent private investigators who haven't unearthed a damned clue, much less the body of her own very likely very dead daughter.

What in god's name was this Missing People organization thinking? Even if they find Kate McCann a sympathetic figure, even if they believe her daughter was really abducted, even if they believe she has truly spent five years searching for her missing child, the people who run this organization have to know that a good many people think Kate McCann is guilty of child neglect, guilty of manslaughter, guilty of covering up a crime, guilty of obstructing a police investigation, and guilty of defrauding the public of money. Who chooses such a person to represent their organization? Wasn't there one person in the leadership who said, "You know, bringing Kate McCann on board might not be such a bright idea."

Of course, Kate McCann, had she any sense of decency and concern for the purpose of such an organization should have said, "I do appreciate your kind offer and your generous support of my innocence and forgiveness of my parenting "mistake" but I wouldn't want to do harm to your organization, do more damage than good, considering how many people think I am guilty of a number of crimes. They will undoubtedly attack your organization if my name were to be linked with it."

Oh, I get why Kate didn't turn down the offer; it fits with her personality.  I am not a bit surprised. If she had turned it down, I might have actually stopped to rethink my analysis of her. Guess I don't have to do that. I also can't help but wonder if, perhaps, she wasn't offered the position...that maybe she offered herself as a representative, that she paid her way in. Maybe a large donation is what buys you an ambassadorship. I, for one, would like to see the financial records.

So, go figure. Another bizarre occurrence in the McCann saga which involves people who shouldn't be involved with them. I never was much for conspiracy theories, but with all the high level people sticking up for the McCanns and ignoring their very concerning behaviors and misdeeds, I just have to wonder why the McCanns seem to walk on British waters, don't you?


Criminal Profiler Pat Brown

July 10, 2012

Criminal Profiling Topic of the Day: Pat Brown, Serial Tea Kettle Killer

BOLO for serial tea kettle killer!!! A second victim of the tea kettle serial killer has just been discovered in Tucson, Arizona just some six months after the first victim was murdered in Lisbon, Portugal. The MO, however, remains fairly consistent. An unsuspecting tea kettle, one unrelated to the perpetrator and assaulted in the tea kettle's own home, was taken from its resting place on the counter and burned to death on the nearby stove.

Crime Scene Photo One

Victim Number One, a fine red electric tea kettle was taken from its base, filled with water, and settled, rubber touching electrical surface, on the front left burner. The perpetrator then turned the stove on high and left the room. Smoke soon billowed out from under the kettle and the perpetrator reentered as the tea kettle was breathing its last. The kettle's closest relative asleep in the next room was unaware of the ongoing homicide and the perpetrator quickly worked to eliminate the evidence. Said perpetrator later denied the murder, laying the blame on the victim, claiming the red kettle had the shape of a nonelectric sort and the cord was not plugged into the kettle at the time. The perp claimed she thought the tea kettle was a typical pot that would be used on the stove and was unaware of its rubber bottom.

Crime Scene Photo Two

Six months later, the tea kettle serial killer struck again in Tucson, Arizona. This time a copper kettle was home alone when the perp struck. This nonelectric kettle was filled with water, place on the front left burner as had been the first victim, and the heat set on high. The perpetrator then left the room and waited for the kettle to boil dry and burn itself to death. The perpetrator later claimed that the tea kettle was of the whistling variety and while waiting to hear the whistle, the perp busied herself with web surfing. The perpetrator claims the whistle was defective and the pot never whistled and, therefore, without the proper signal, she forgot the tea kettle was on the stove boiling which led to its eventual death.

Pat Brown, the suspected perpetrator of these two tea kettle homicides as she was in both locations at the time of the murders, is still free in society. We would like to warn the public to keep an eye on their tea kettles and be sure not to allow this woman into one's kitchen if there are any tea kettles present.


Criminal Profiler Pat Brown

July 7,2012

Pat Brown’s ONLY THE TRUTH

Harkening back to the writing styles of the earlier American authors – John Steinbeck, Harper Lee, and Carson McCullers, "Only the Truth" is a story of soul searching, a psychological mystery which examines the question, “Whom should one love and when should one quit doing so?” Billy Ray, a lonely and rather slow, uneducated African-American man living in the mountains of Arkansas, runs across a mysterious young woman at the railroad tracks. She asks to go home with him and Billy Ray takes her with him as she requests. He comes to love this woman, Charlene, unconditionally. She is the only woman he has ever loved, and life is finally good for Billy Ray. Then Charlene shoots the neighbor and burns down the neighbor’s house. His happy life destroyed, a confused and devastated Billy Ray is at a loss. Is the woman he loves “just a troubled girl” or a psychopathic killer? Billy Ray sets out on a quest to find the truth, only the truth, whether it leads him to be able to save Charlene from a death sentence or it frees him from her spell.

Criminal Profiling Topic of the Day: Sherlock Holmes on Scotland Yard's Madeleine McCann Review

W: So, Holmes, what do you think Scotland Yard is doing in the Madeleine McCann case?

H: Well, Watson, there are only two options: they are searching for truth and justice or they are using four million taxpayer dollars to cover up a crime.

W: What would show they are searching for truth and justice, Holmes?

H: They would be seeking justice for those who perpetrated crimes against a little three-year-old girl.

W: So, let me see if I have this right; they would be following evidence and statistics which would mean they would look at the parents first since there is evidence that they were the last ones to see her, they admitted to her neglect, and because cadaver and blood dogs hit in their apartment and car, and they would also investigate the parents because statistics show caretakers are the ones most likely involved when a child of Madeleine's age disappears or dies in their care. Then, if the parents can be cleared, they should look for a local child sex predator who murdered her since statistics overwhelmingly support a child this age would be kidnapped, raped, and murdered within an hour by a man living in the vicinity.

H: Correct, Watson. But, Scotland Yard hasn't spent any time analyzing the possibility of the parents' involvement in their daughter's disappearance nor have they spent any time focusing on the vicinity of the McCann's apartment or a local child sex predator.

W: I am confused, Holmes. Are you saying that they have spent four million dollars sifting through tips that would take them out of Portugal in search of a live Maddie living with a family somewhere?

H: This is what appears to be the fact, Watson.

W: Well, then, Holmes, I would have to deduce that Scotland Yard is rife with dunces or corruption.

H: Bravo, Watson! I think you have hit the nail on the head! All the evidence points to Madeleine McCann being dead but her parents and Scotland Yard have collectively purportedly spent some eight million dollars not seeking justice for little Maddie and not seeking to punish the perpetrator or perpetrators, but instead appear to be focusing on a statistical anomaly in spite of evidence to the contrary; they want the public to believe she is alive and being cared for by strangers for the last five years. Yet none of the investigators, not the McCann hired PIs nor Scotland Yard, has presented ONE shred of evidence to validate this cock-and-bull theory.

W: Then, why, Holmes, are so many attacking the Portuguese police, retired Detective Goncalo Amaral, Criminal Profiler Pat Brown, and the others who have worked to analyze the case and provide theories and evidence of Madeleine having died in Praia da Luz on May 3, 2007? These folks haven't been milking the public and citizens of millions of dollars and then refusing to show them any of what they have discovered during their investigations.

H: Ah, Watson, I guess because there are a lot of people out there who just can't accept that Madeleine McCann is dead, has been dead, and will be dead, and there is not going to be a happy ending to the story.

W: Whoa, Holmes, aren't you afraid to say unequivocally that Madeleine McCann is dead? Aren't you worried the McCanns and Carter Ruck will be suing your deductive ass?

H: Well, let them have at it, Watson! Since I am a fictional character, they can sue me for my fictional money, and I will happily send them a fictional check for the fictional Madeleine Search Fund with my fictional signature on it. Good luck cashing that at the bank.


Criminal Profiler Pat Brown

July 6, 2012

My Thirty Day Water Fast - Day Five

No, I am not back to looking like this

Well, okay, it is really Day Seven, so you must have thought I was either dead or in hiding. Well I am still kicking, so I must have been in hiding, stuffing something into my mouth! Close, but, no, actually, I was just busy. But here is the scoop.

On Day Five, I was either flying (in a plane) or walking through airports until midnight. And, here is where my fast started to get to me. It wasn't the hunger because, truly, by Day Five it was not there, and it wasn't thinking about food, although that still was there. Rather, it was the weakness I felt when moving about. It is really strange because last time I fasted (okay, I was nineteen years old - see photo at left), I didn't feel that way and buzzed about for all ten days. So I did a lot of reading and I found varying reports of how weak one might feel and some reported weakness in the beginning but it lessened as the days progressed and others apparently spent their entire fast in a hammock; age didn't seem to matter.

And that was my problem. The weakness seriously bugged me and I really noticed it as I crawled to my connecting flight, worried I wouldn't make it to that gate in another state by the time boarding ended. I didn't have any peanuts or cookies or pretzels on the flight and I made it through the day, but I remember looking fondly at a wheelchair as I deplaned that I really wanted to sit in. Back at home, I woke on Day Six to feeling still like 1/4 of a human and although I knew this did not mean I was going to kick the bucket (I know some of you will say...."Oh, your body was crying for food!"), I didn't want to continue to be that weak because I had stuff to do. I wasn't on a prolonged vacation and I couldn't just lay about for the rest of the month, so I decided to break the fast. I did diluted juices, then juice, then fruit. Today I have had a salad.

I am a bit bummed that I didn't get to finish the fast as I wanted. If it hadn't been for the weakness, I think I would have carried on. I don't regret the try, though, as I learned a lot of interesting things about food and my brain's attitude toward it. I think the most fascinating thing I learned is that I too often eat without thinking about why and what; this is what I hope to change. I also find pretty fascinating that life is incredibly boring without food, mostly because our culture is built around food in every single social occasion, which I think is rather a terrible thing. At least when I was growing up, I remember food played a much smaller part and, even when a social occasion did include food, it was often in small proportions. This is something America needs to fix if we want to be truly a healthier population.

Ah, well, on to the Merriweather Post Pavilion in Maryland with my daughter to see Sarah Mclachlan. As I lay out on the blanket listening to her sing (Sarah, not my daughter), I just hope I don't eat an entire bag of Doritos.


Criminal Profiler Pat Brown

July 5, 2012

My Thirty Day Water Fast - Day Four

At the Desert Museum

Well, Day Four here and I have not yet bailed, although I thought about doing so about fifty times today. Actually today is a bit better than yesterday, but not enough that I am going, "Woo hoo!" I am so hoping the spiritual effects and clarity of mind and those wonderful things that make continued fasting worth doing show up soon...right now it is just an exercise in mind control. I am still hating life.

I went and visited the Desert Museum here in Tucson and saw some really cute animals. The heat was ungodly and I spent the walk pouring water over my head. Uphill walking was torture; the fast definitely influence my ability to take the heat and exercise. But, I enjoyed my visit.

For those wanting to understand more about the difference between fasting and starving and worry about the dangers for me, please read this: Fasting/Starving

 
The real key to when fasting becomes starving is when one's hunger returns with a vengeance and when your body runs out of fat and then has to cannibalize muscle. Right now, believe me, I still have enough fat to live on! (even if some of you are kind enough to say I am so thin...being twenty pounds overweight is not thin). When hunger massively attacks (if I get to the point where hunger has vanished) or I hit 130 pounds, I will stop the fast (that is if I don't wimp out way before then, like tomorrow).


The Stats

Weight: 146
Exercise: Walked for about forty minutes; felt pretty weak with the incredible heat and anythng uphill; sat down about five times.
Hunger: Really not bad but craving food like crazy.
Side Effects: Mild headache late in the day.
Mental Clarity: Still crap because I am thinking about how not to throw in the towel which is all I am thinking about.


Criminal Profiler Pat Brown

July 2, 2012

My Thirty Day Water Fast - Day Three

Nice Bunny

Day Three seriously sucks. It is always considered the worst day in a fast. I woke up and had my breakfast water and then went for my walk. I got ten minutes down the way, took a picture of that cute little rabbit and turned around and went back. Weakness is what one feels on the third day and, along with that, an incredible desire to chuck the whole idea. Most people quit on this day, never getting to Day Four which is so much better (at least that is what I read and think I remember from before). On Day Four, hunger diminishes and energy increases as the body goes into ketosis and burns stored fat for energy. But, meanwhile, Day Three is damned hard to get through. I am hating it.

But, I am making it. I went out and got a nice massage for an hour which was quite interesting because I noticed that during that massage, I actually didn't think about food. Likewise, while swimming in the pool; for some reason, these nice sensations seem to replace the need to eat temporarily.

Then I went out for "lunch" with my wonderful literary agent,Claire Gerus, and while she had salad, I had sparkling water. I managed to enjoy her company without having to eat which is something I am trying to learn, that I don't need to consume a ton of food every time I am out socializing.

Another thing I learned today was that I don't have to drink liquid all night. I have been quitting having liquid at sundown and start drinking liquid again only after sunrise (I tend to drink Diet Pepsi all night). Quitting night drinking sure helps me sleep through the night!

So, the day from hell is near over and I am just crossing my fingers that Day Four will be much, much  better.


The Stats

Weight: 148 -
Exercise: Walked for twenty minutes; felt like crap within ten minutes and turned around and that was enough exercise for the day.
Hunger: Yes, and had to fight really hard to not give in.
 Side Effects: Mild headache late in the day.
Mental Clarity: Not so good because all I wanted to do was crawl into the refrigerator and make friends with anything in there.


Criminal Profiler Pat Brown

July 1, 2012

My Thirty Day Water Fast - Day Two

Not Dinner

Day Two is a difficult time on a fast. I actually wasn't as hungry as yesterday, but my mind would constantly jar me towards thinking about food. Really interesting....I would be walking to the bathroom and suddenly I would turn sharply towards the kitchen without even a picture of food in my mind. As soon as I picked up my towel at the pool to go back to the condo, I thought, "Lunch." When I was going out for my walk, I grabbed a credit card "just in case" I needed to get something to eat or drink. So even without a hunger pang, there is a constant memory of food that keeps rearing its ugly head like every five minutes.

You will be happy to know that I only watched one show of Cupcake Wars on the Food Channel and then turned to America's Next Top Model.....those girls never eat.




The Stats:

Weight: 149 - yes, you read that right! Six pounds less than yesterday morning...I think it has to do with the fact I gorged myself the day before I started this fast for my last meal....so I probably really wasn't 155 pounds yesterday....maybe 151 if I hadn't eaten ten pounds of food before bed.
Exercise: Walked around the golf course for forty-five minutes and took lots of animal pictures - chipmunks, lizards, and bunnies.
Hunger: Yes, but not awful.
Side Effects: Mild headache late in the day.
Mental Clarity: Fine, but the images and constant pull towards finding food is distracting.



Criminal Profiler Pat Brown

June 30, 2012

My Thirty Day Water Fast - Day One

So all of you are wondering how the first day of a fast feels (if you have never done one yourself). Well, I didn't have much of an issue until about lunch time because I am not a big breakfast eater. Then, I thought I really might like to have something to eat, but, of course, I ignored the thought. I continued working, all the while imbibing in the only thing I am allowed to swallow on this fast - boiled spring water between sunrise and sunset.

In order to do something nice for myself that involved some other senses rather than smell and taste, I went for a swim and an hour of sunbathing. The sun was wonderful and then the feel of the water as I swooshed through the pool....aah....and then I wanted to eat something.

I came back to my work station and watched the Food Channel. Naughty, naughty....turned it off....and focused on my writing. God, my head hurt. My bad...I forgot to give up the caffeine...the coffee and the Diet Pepsi...a few days before the fast. So, now I have a double headache from caffeine withdrawal and hunger.

Which makes me a bit nauseous! The first day of not eating is not so much fun! Not too worry -  if I remember correctly - Day Two and Day Three are worse.


The Stats:

Weight: 155
Exercise: Walked and ran a little bit through a nice arroyo for forty-five minutes
Hunger: You bet; thought about food on and off
Side Effects: Bad headache, mild nausea
Mental Clarity: Just fine but headache is distracting



Criminal Profiler Pat Brown

June 29 2012

My Thirty Day Water Fast - The Eve

The Last Meal

I know, I know, it sounds crazy and I am not sure I will not change my mind, say, about one hour after I consume that last disgusting meal (pictured left). I have done a ten day fast once in my life....that would be nearly forty years ago, and I have fasted a day here and two days there, but never anything prolonged.

A thirty day water fast is called Maaskhaman by the Jains, a fast done for purely spiritual reasons. My reasons are a bit more all over the map: spiritual, health, weight, curiosity, but, most of all, I have a desire to get off a pattern of careless behaviors, to institute mindful choices and to learn to accept some suffering and not always  gratified myself instantly.

I will attempt to blog about this journey, what I am learning from it on a daily basis, how I deal with not celebrating with food on the Fourth of July and my birthday on July 23 (if I am still fasting), and, if I break the fast along the way, what caused me to throw in the towel.

Off to my final Diet Pepsi and my two Red Velvet Whoopie Pies.



Criminal Profiler Pat Brown

June 28, 2012

Criminal Profiling Topic of the Day: My Anti-Fan-Fiction of Fifty Shades of Grey: When Christian killed Ana

Out on August 15, 2012

SAVE THE LIFE OF A YOUNG WOMAN - Link this post to any place young women go on the Internet who think Fifty Shades of Grey is a romance, that the exact type of guy we warn young women to run from is somehow now cool, exciting, and will change if you just love and understand him. The kind of man Christian Grey is, a serial sex predator, will get you abused, stalked, and killed. Women every day are filing restraining orders against this kind of controlling obsessive sadistic psychopath and a good many of them find themselves with gas thrown at them and set on fire, disappearing down mine shafts, and shot dead on the courthouse steps. Fifty Shades of Grey is one of the most dangerous pieces of fiction to get into the hands of young women that I have even seen. Make sure they read the story below to get the real ending of Fifty Shades of Grey which would never have made it to a trilogy if it were anywhere close to the truth. - Criminal Profiler Pat Brown


When Christian Killed Ana


Christian gazes down at me from above, my hands tied behind my head to the bed rail with that grey tie of his, my ankles bound with rope to the side rails at the foot. His expression is unreadable but as my eyes shift from his face to his chest and then to those jeans of his hanging deliciously off his hips, my inner goddess jumps for joy; heat rushes down there and I squirm desperately as I wait for Christian to touch me. Oh, shit, he is so hot.

He runs his hands through that slightly tousled hair of his.

"I'm bored with you, Ana," he says quietly.

I am stunned. How can he be bored with me? I have done everything he wanted, minus a few items I put a line through on the contract.

"But we have only been together a couple of months, Sir!" I had thought I was different then the train of other women he had been through. "I thought I was special."

Christian actually laughs. "Special? What would you think I would find so special about you?" He admonishes me. "You are a mildly attractive run-of-the-mill college girl with nothing particularly alluring or interesting about you."

Tears flood my eyes. "But, Sir, you said I was special, different, that you had never had vanilla sex or slept the night with anyone but me!"

"And you believed me, you little fool." He smirks. "Why don't you bite your lower lip again? You really think that drives me mad for you, don't you? It doesn't do anything but make me hate you." He reaches out out with both hands and grabs my nipples, twisting them cruelly. I yelp with pain.

Christian looks at me with disdain. "You don't think I have told each one of my girls how adorable they are? Don't you realize I told every one the same stupid things that I told you? You are all so easy to dupe." He sighs. "All of you who think you are going to be the one. You are going to change me. From what? From myself? I like myself just the way I am." He leans in and snickers. "Do you know, my dear Anastasia, that I was never abused as a child? Not once. But, oh, how easy it was to make you feel so sorry for me."

My inner goddess curls up into a ball. I feel sweat break out on my forehead. Panic starts rising in my chest. I look into the eyes of Christian Grey and see nothing there at all, nothing. Everything I thought he might have been has vanished and I realize I have been living in a dream. Reality hits. I am tied up, hand and foot, alone with a sadistic psychopath, a snake, a demon.

Christian's face appears inches away from mine behind my wall of tears. "You know all those things that weren't in the contract? Well, today you get to do them all." He smiles, so coldly, so evilly. "I am going to use you as my toilet, I am going to put my fist up your ass, I am going to whip you until your body is covered with marks and listen to you scream until you have no voice left to scream with."

He leers at me and suddenly he is holding a razor sharp knife against my cheek. I feel searing pain and he pulls the blade back, red with my blood, oh god, my blood, my blood, and he licks it off with that tongue that I used to adore.

"I am going to cut that annoying bottom lip off of you."

I start screaming uncontrollably and the hell begins. I am just a young girl and I thought I had my whole life ahead of me. I now know that I have never known true love nor had anyone actually make love to me.Why I ever thought I should be treated in such a demeaning and ugly manner, I do not know. All I know is that now I have no choice; then I did. I should have run; I should never have trusted a stranger, a stalker, a sadist who told me he was so taken by me that he would never hurt me. How stupid I was.

I will not tell you each and everything that happened that day, the hours of terror, the hours of humiliation, the hours of unending pain. I will just tell you what I see from above my body, well, above the pieces of my body. My bottom lip that I always bit, he cut that off first. It was then I knew for sure I was going to die. Next he removed my breasts and then he put them to his chest and danced around with them while I gazed down at the gaping holes on my own body. I cannot go on and tell you what he did next, but when I felt the knife cut through my throat, I wished I had valued myself a whole lot more than I did the day I met that psycho Christian Grey.

He is now placing my legs and arms in a suitcase. What is left of my body, a torso is what I believe they call it, is lying in the center of the bed. I am not tied up anymore, I note ironically. My head, yes, that is my head with the bottom lip missing and the eyes gone from their sockets, it is laying where it was tossed, in the corner of the room, like an old soccer ball with some of the air missing from it.

Christian finishes packing up my parts and he takes them from the room. I see him drive off in his car, and when he returns a bit later, he showers and dresses, immaculately as always. He leaves again in his fine automobile and I follow him down the street. He pulls into an upscale pub and glides over to the marble bar. He seats himself next to a pretty blonde, college age. She turns her head and I can see she is immediately attracted to him.

"I'm Christian," he says softly and he takes her hand. She does not pull it back. I cannot watch any more.


Criminal Profiler Pat Brown

June 16, 2012

Pat Brown’s ONLY THE TRUTH

Harkening back to the writing styles of the earlier American authors – John Steinbeck, Harper Lee, and Carson McCullers, "Only the Truth" is a story of soul searching, a psychological mystery which examines the question, “Whom should one love and when should one quit doing so?” Billy Ray, a lonely and rather slow, uneducated African-American man living in the mountains of Arkansas, runs across a mysterious young woman at the railroad tracks. She asks to go home with him and Billy Ray takes her with him as she requests. He comes to love this woman, Charlene, unconditionally. She is the only woman he has ever loved, and life is finally good for Billy Ray. Then Charlene shoots the neighbor and burns down the neighbor’s house. His happy life destroyed, a confused and devastated Billy Ray is at a loss. Is the woman he loves “just a troubled girl” or a psychopathic killer? Billy Ray sets out on a quest to find the truth, only the truth, whether it leads him to be able to save Charlene from a death sentence or it frees him from her spell.

Criminal Profiling Topic of the Day: The War against Women by Women

I remember the days in the 1970s when I dressed like Gloria Steinem, wearing Bobby Brooks suits and big sunglasses, I thought I was the picture of feminism. Then, I got married and was an earth mommy and felt I was the picture of womanliness. I may have actually not been quite as feminist or earth motherly as I aspired to be at the time but the one thing I felt at both times was a kinship with other women in a variety of circumstances. I wanted other women to have fulfilling lives whether it be in careers, relationships, the single life, marriage, motherhood, or education. And, I feel women are becoming more and more vicious towards each other and more supportive of women's roles as victims than as proactive fighters for the best that they can be in all walks of life. They are turning against themselves and their natures and blaming chemistry or their bodies or psychologies or each other for their dissatisfaction and disappointment in life instead of the inequity of the system, lack of proper support by our communities, and our culture failing to stand up for proper treatment of women  (and men and children). We have gone from oppressed to depressed and accepted our lot in life as chemically and sexually imbalanced, drugging ourselves into the next day.

What the hell happened to us?

What has happened is, we have shifted too much of the blame on ourselves, oddly  by submitting to the old-fashioned concept of the emotionally and physically fragile female, giving up our strength, making ourselves dependent on something or someone else.

I went ballistic recently over Twilight and Fifty Shades of Grey because both have "heroines" with zero strength in themselves; if they had any backbone, they would have told their creepy stalkers to buzz off. They would have applied themselves in their careers, they would have enjoyed the company of good family and friendships, they would have waited patiently for a good boyfriend/husband that respected them from the start and admired who they were, not just that they were willing to submit to them.

Why don't we write about and promote women who strive to achieve, both in the work world and in the personal world? Why don't we fight to support each other in choosing good mates and good relationships, encouraging each other in striving for the best in creating our families and raising our children? Why don't we stress kindness in marriage, dignity, respect, and not cheating on each other? Why do any women have sex with married men knowing they are helping to destroy another woman's family?  Why don't we cheer when other women break through that iron ceiling, achieve in a still man's world, manage to have an opportunity to be both a mother and a businesswomen, either at the same time or consecutively? What is wrong with women these days that we don't hold each others' hands and put our arms around each others' waists and help ourselves climb these hills? Why do we just accept victimhood, take drugs to mask the pain, and give up our lives to the naysayers?

We all will run into roadblocks and not always have great circumstances along the way. I haven't had a perfect life and neither will you or Bella or Ana but for goodness sake, do we have to drag ourselves into the mud and believe that we can't help but be there? Do we have to humiliate ourselves by wimping out, degrading ourselves in bed, in relationships, and at work, or by selling out our sisters?

Fifty Shades of Grey depresses the hell out of me, because a woman supposedly wrote it, but more that women think it is such a cool book. I started to throw up the first time Christian disrespected Ana and then read in total disgust as he did it over and over again and she came back for more. But, I guess it was okay because that total virgin had three orgasms the first time having sex because Christian is such a fine lover....please give me a barf bag. Christian is not hot; he is creepy right from the start and the fact women do not seem to recognize this is very, very sad. I suppose it is because Christian is megarich because if he worked at Petsmart in the story, Ana would have called the cops on him.

Please, ladies, rise up again! Don't lower yourselves into a gutter with psychopaths like Christian. In real life, his behavior is called domestic abuse; he will end up degrading, abusing, and manipulating you, and, possibly, throwing acid in your face or killing you if you try to leave him. You cannot fix a psychopath - regardless of what childhood woes made him one - and at the first sign of disrespect you should run like hell.


Being submissive in sex and in life is stepping back into the ancient past and shouldn't be confused with allowing someone with skill and respect to take the reins when it is useful for them to do so at work or at home; that is why we have management and people who oversee specific things. Labor can be divided with respect to both parties, in employment and in marriage. Even sex can be led by one or the other at times as long as neither is being degraded or humiliated while doing so. Whatever someone does with you or you with them should make them feel good about themselves; anything else means someone is the master and someone is a slave and the slave always loses.


Criminal Profiler Pat Brown

 May 15, 2012

Pat Brown’s ONLY THE TRUTH

Harkening back to the writing styles of the earlier American authors – John Steinbeck, Harper Lee, and Carson McCullers, "Only the Truth" is a story of soul searching, a psychological mystery which examines the question, “Whom should one love and when should one quit doing so?” Billy Ray, a lonely and rather slow, uneducated African-American man living in the mountains of Arkansas, runs across a mysterious young woman at the railroad tracks. She asks to go home with him and Billy Ray takes her with him as she requests. He comes to love this woman, Charlene, unconditionally. She is the only woman he has ever loved, and life is finally good for Billy Ray. Then Charlene shoots the neighbor and burns down the neighbor’s house. His happy life destroyed, a confused and devastated Billy Ray is at a loss. Is the woman he loves “just a troubled girl” or a psychopathic killer? Billy Ray sets out on a quest to find the truth, only the truth, whether it leads him to be able to save Charlene from a death sentence or it frees him from her spell.

Criminal Profiling Topic of the Day: America's Handling of Breastfeeding is a Crime

I woke up this morning to a pile of annoying articles about how so few mothers in the US nurse their babies for even three months, articles like this one in Huffington Post. By the time I finished reading a half dozen of them and the comments that accompanied them, I was spitting milk mad.

Don't misunderstand me, I am not mad at the women who failed to nurse their babies at all, or the ones who gave up, or the ones who commented on these articles that some women can't nurse and sometimes it is better that moms give up on breastfeeding and bottlefeed. I am not mad that they wrote that moms shouldn't feel bad or blame themselves,  that a comfortable baby and mom with a bottle is better than an unhappy breastfeeding mom and a miserable baby.

Even though I believe most women (all who don't have a weird physical problem or disease) can nurse successfully and most babies (all who don't have a weird physical problem or disease) can nurse successfully as well, I am not mad at those who fail or those that tell moms it is okay if they do.

I am mad at our medical and nursing professionals who refuse to tell 100% of the truth about breastfeeding in America; this makes me sick.

I will go out on a limb and tell the truth because they are too scared to do so. I know I will get comments and emails from this mother and that who will tell me she failed in nursing because she really didn't have enough milk or her baby just wouldn't nurse no matter what. I have totally empathy for these moms because they did try very hard under circumstances that were stacked against them; a society that doesn't support breastfeeding and professionals who screw women over with bad information, bad advice, and outright lies (like "We didn't give your baby formula in the nursery," or "You should pump milk and give your baby a bottle once or twice a day to get him used to it before you go back to work.")

Breastfeeding in America fails because mothers have alternatives (bottles and formula) and are told it is okay. Women in other countries, too poor to buy formula, almost never fail at nursing their babies. Why? Because they have no choice. Don't think for a minute that breastfeeding mothers in these countries are somehow more physically able. They nurse because they have to and some of them, if they could, would prefer giving the baby a bottle. Most of these nursing moms are loving mothers but some are mean women who don't even like their babies but, because society and economics require it, nurse the babies anyway.

I was a La  Leche Leader for about six or seven years, a few decades ago. I counseled new moms in person, in the hospital and on the phone. Anytime I heard they were having problems with nursing - "not enough milk," "baby refusing nipple," and so on, I gave them one piece of advice, that if they followed it, they would succeed in nursing their baby; advice that worked, if they followed it, 100% of the time. You heard me, 100% of the time. What was this miracle advice?

Remove all formula and bottles from your house. Go to bed with your baby for twenty-four hours. Nurse on demand. Ignore any pain, lack of let-down, mad screaming baby. Just lay there and keep attempting to nurse. Ignore your tears and your baby's tears. Pretend you are on an island and your breast milk is all your baby has. Eventually, your baby will get hungry and latch on. Eventually your milk will let down. By the next day, you will have milk coming out and your baby will be drinking it. Even if it took you two days, your baby wouldn't starve to death; babies have been found alive days later buried under rubble in earthquakes. Your baby will survive long enough to get milk from your breast. Every woman who followed this advice called me in the morning to rave about her "huge" boobs and her totally nursing baby.

Nature is not stupid. God didn't give women breasts so men could ogle them. He even gave women two breasts just in case one was on the fritz or more than one baby showed up. Hungry babies nurse.

The reason mothers fail at breastfeeding is because, at the hospital, nurses give their babies formula behind their backs even if there is an order for no bottles. Why? Because the babies cry and get on the nurses nerves. Mothers fail at nursing because their babies aren't with them after birth; they are brought to them when it is "time to nurse them."  Mothers fail at breastfeeding because they don't nurse enough due to idiots telling them to nurse every four hours; their babies are hungry and their milk doesn't come in. Babies should be fed on demand when breastfed. Babies should never be given a bottle, not even with one's own breast milk because it screws the baby up with nipple confusion. Fathers don't need to give babies a bottle to feel like they are part of their baby's lives; there are a dozen other things they can do with the baby. Mothers don't need a break from breastfeeding or their baby; they need help and support to make their lives with baby easier. One can help them with all the other baby chores; diapering, bathing, rocking, walking, rocking, walking, rocking. One can do all the cleaning and cooking for a new mom and keep her company so she doesn't lose her mind. One can take a mom out with the baby so she can have fun and see other people and places. Babies are very transportable, and when one breastfeeds, no formula or bottles need to be carted along. In fact, if a new mom is doing anything but but laying about with her baby at her breast, shame on those who should be pitching in and making her first two weeks after the baby is born work and chore free.

Women quit breastfeeding because they can or because they don't want to deal with it considering the lack of support and confusion they experience when trying to breastfeed or because they must go back to work and society doesn't support nursing at the workplace. Our society reinforces so much negativity about breastfeeding that quitting seems a good option. With all the support for stopping nursing out there, it takes a mother with a great deal of determination to continue; she must believe in her own mind that there IS no other option for feeding her baby. I have no idea where I got that mindset myself - maybe because I spent time in Africa - but I never once considered bottle feeding my babies. And I kept that mindset in spite of the major nipple pain I had with my first that had me crying through entire feedings during the first two weeks.

But, I never even envisioned I had an option; I must breastfeed my baby and not give her formula because this is what is best for my baby (not trying to appear righteous; I really think seeing African moms nursing stuck in my brain and the fact I was a health nut at the time helped put me in that frame of mind). And so I carried on. Lo, and behold, the pain went away, the nursing went fine and I continued for the next two years. I repeated the process with the next child (without the initial nipple issues). I never learned how to fix a bottle for my babies.

I can live with women choosing not to nurse because of employment; sometimes there is no option. But, we should not as a country delude ourselves into thinking women can't nurse their babies because this doesn't work and that doesn't work and this mom doesn't have enough milk and that baby doesn't latch on properly. Garbage. Put all our American mothers (healthy women with healthy babies) on an island with no bottles and formulas and a few days later you will find 100% of those mothers nursing their babies.

America's professional attitude toward breastfeeding is what makes it so hard for our new moms to be succeed in breastfeeding their babies. If these supposed professionals only told new moms the truth, they could make a real choice; do I want to nurse or don't I? Then they could be successful at whatever road they decided to go down.

Criminal Profiler Pat Brown

June 4, 2012

Pat Brown’s ONLY THE TRUTH

Harkening back to the writing styles of the earlier American authors – John Steinbeck, Harper Lee, and Carson McCullers, "Only the Truth" is a story of soul searching, a psychological mystery which examines the question, “Whom should one love and when should one quit doing so?” Billy Ray, a lonely and rather slow, uneducated African-American man living in the mountains of Arkansas, runs across a mysterious young woman at the railroad tracks. She asks to go home with him and Billy Ray takes her with him as she requests. He comes to love this woman, Charlene, unconditionally. She is the only woman he has ever loved, and life is finally good for Billy Ray. Then Charlene shoots the neighbor and burns down the neighbor’s house. His happy life destroyed, a confused and devastated Billy Ray is at a loss. Is the woman he loves “just a troubled girl” or a psychopathic killer? Billy Ray sets out on a quest to find the truth, only the truth, whether it leads him to be able to save Charlene from a death sentence or it frees him from her spell.

Criminal Profiling Topic of the Day: Sheriff Chuck Wright

Sheriff Chuck Wright of the Spartanburg County South Carolina Sheriff's Office - Guilty of Nonfeasance, Misfeasance, Malfeasance or just Incompetent?

 

What I didn't read on the web about this South Carolina county and their broken form of justice

Sheriff Chuck Wright and His Only Suspect

By

Don Corbett Board Certified Investigator-Retired Police Detective

June 3, 2012

Note to The Daily Profiler Readers from Pat Brown: Today’s guest post is written by Don Corbett, a retired police detective, private investigator, and instructor for law enforcement. Like me, he has put in many hours pro bono on behalf of the families of the victims of the now near nine-year-old 2003 Spartanburg Country Superbike Motorsports quadruple homicides. And also, like me, he understands the struggles of police agencies to solve homicide cases and bring them to prosecution. However, he also fully recognizes, that there are some police agencies and government representatives, like those of other professions, that fail to do their jobs, refuse to be accountable for their work product, block oversight, and abuse the powers given to them by the state or the citizens. These particular agencies and individuals need to be identified and corrected if truth and justice is to prevail for the victims of these crimes and their families, and for the perpetrator or perpetrators of these heinous crimes to be removed from the streets so they cannot commit further damage to the community.  

 

Sheriff Chuck Wright has been heard on local and national television over the past year stating ad nauseam, “Our form of justice is not making it.” Yet instead of making an effort to be innovative and try something new to fix his broken form of Spartanburg justice, he simply took the easy way out and told all women to arm themselves. The Sheriff and his staff have treated the eight year unsolved cold case of The Superbike MotorSports Quadruple Homicides in exactly the same manner, the easy way, telling the victims' families that the Spartanburg form of justice is broken in one breath (the case has been inadequately investigated from the start so we can’t fix it) but seconds later telling that they don’t need any outside help because they have everything under control.

So, the Sheriff, instead of trying a new proactive approach such as by utilizing outside assistance from trained, experienced investigators and criminal profilers, valuing fresh sets of eyes and their findings and recommendations, he has decided he will continue to do it the good ole boy’s way of broken Spartanburg justice. Keep the facts concealed to only a chosen few who have been doing the same thing over and over again for eight years without any quantifiable results, openly lie to the public, mislead the families into believing the case is being actively investigated by one cold case detective who has 50 other cold cases on his desk and shooing away any assistance who might identify nonfeasance, misfeasance, malfeasance or outright corruption on the part of the past sheriff, himself or his investigators. Why else conceal the facts after 8 years other than that they are hiding something?
 

Are Spartanburg County South Carolina Sheriff Chuck Wright and his staff guilty of wrongdoing in the 2003 Superbike Motorsports Unsolved Quadruple Homicide Investigation or are they just incompetent? That’s a question the victims' families, residents and news media of Spartanburg County need answered.

By failing to allow other experienced professional board certified, retired police detectives and investigators such as myself to review the cold case file under the Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) and failing to consider all of the findings and recommendations of the highly recognized and experienced criminal profiler, Pat Brown  (who DID review the file for a total of 50 hours at the department's request and about which Sheriff Wright outright lied on camera to the citizens of Spartanburg when he stated, “She's pretty critical of a case she doesn't know anything about…that she's getting off the Internet”), by failing to cooperate with them in hopes of developing new leads, Wright sends out a clear message - to hell with the victims' families and the public; if we can’t solve this case by ourselves, nobody will. So what if a quadruple murderer still lives and works in this town with the broken justice system? Maybe will get him next time. I have my ego to protect!

The Center for Public Integrity recently released its 2012 State Integrity and Corruption Investigative findings and out of 50 states, South Carolina finished as one the worst five in the US. The South Carolina Corruption Risk Report Card gave them an F receiving a 57% out of a possible 100 points. The report can be viewed by viewing this link: http://www.stateintegrity.org/south_carolina.

In the report, South Carolina received an F in Release of Public Access to Information, Ethics Enforcement Agencies, Executive Accountability and other critical areas of government. Sound familiar? It sounds like the Spartanburg County Sheriffs Office was the place graded.

After working with Pat Brown on this case and looking at the facts as we know them, it is blatantly obvious that the Sheriff and his investigators have failed miserably by not focusing on the evidence at hand,  not properly investigating the two most obvious persons-of-interest, and not letting the family and others know what they really have uncovered at this point  but, more importantly, what they don’t have not. 

Sheriff Wright has forgotten about the family and victims and has let his ego stand in the way; his broken justice system refuses to reach out for free assistance. What does he have to lose? Sheriff Wright needs to quit hiding behind his lame interpretation of the South Carolina Freedom of Information Act Exemptions section and open this case to those who can develop the information he needs to put a killer behind bars.

On his first full day in office, President Obama issued an executive order that turned a new page on open government and emphasized the importance of transparency, stating, "A democracy requires accountability, and accountability requires transparency... In the face of doubt, openness prevails." Apparently Chuck Wright missed the president’s comments or believes it doesn’t apply to his “Good Old Boy Network”.

A great majority of Spartanburg County residents and the media are currently under the false impression that their sheriff and staff is omnipotent and above misfeasance, nonfeasance or malfeasance when investigating violent crimes and cold case homicides, believing that all cases will be adequately investigated in a timely manner by a professional-experienced investigator who is willing to think outside the box, and that they will release pertinent information which will assist in identifying suspects and murderers. But they have been badly misled by Sheriff Wright and his “Good Ole Boy Network”.

 More and more often, victims’ families are learning that they are again victimized by the very agency charged with solving the crime. Sheriff Chuck Wright must begin to work with the public by sharing information with them to take murderers off the street. He has obviously forgotten he is responsible to protect and serve the public and needs to be held accountable for his organizational dysfunction and lack of professionalism.

Each of us knows that people's trust in law enforcement is increased when their police, sheriff and related law enforcement authorities can show and demonstrate to the public and victims' families that they have conducted a thorough investigation with integrity. By failing to release information on this investigation to other trained professionals and the victims' families it would appear to the family and public that Sheriff Wright has failed to adequately investigate the case or has something to hide. It also breeds corruption which sources have advised me openly exists in South Carolina.

In this case, Sheriff Wright has intentionally withheld information from the media, trained outside investigators, the victims’ families and the public by denying them access to the case file, again hiding behind his lame interpretation of the FOIA law enforcement exemptions section and what appears to be blatant incompetence in office.

This is a travesty of justice and an insult to the victims' families who must live every day traumatized by not knowing who and why someone murdered their loved ones and when and where they will strike again. And without question, this killer will kill again and may have already done so.

I have made it clear to the Sheriff that I do not need to view any restricted or confidential data that may affect a future trial and will not copy or record anything he deems restricted. I also offered to sign a confidentiality and non-release agreement with the Sheriff.

In this nearly 9 year old blitz style quadruple homicide where four young lives were snuffed out with no named person of interest or suspects being publicly identified, Sheriff Wright still refuses to allow the family or me (acting on their behalf) to view any part of the investigative file in an effort to develop new leads, locate something that was overlooked by the original investigators, etc. They had steadfastly refused to allow the family or me to see Pat Brown's profile even though they claimed it was useless. My concern is when does a cold case of this magnitude become available to the family and their representatives so that they can confirm that every thing that can be done to solve the case has been done? Simply relying on Sheriff Wright’s hollow statements that they have done everything in their power to solve the case is not acceptable and disrespectful to the families and public.

If the case is never solved by the authorities but left in an  "open-active" status,  the family, outside investigators, public and media will be forever kept in the dark as to what occurred on that hot November afternoon and a killer will continue to roam the streets to kill again. We believe the Sheriff needs to open this case file, listen to our recommendations and findings and solve this case.

Based on my professional opinion as a seasoned board investigator/retired police detective and my interpretation of the South Carolina FOIA, Sheriff Wright should have no reason to deny my viewing of the investigative file (minus restricted data) based on the totality of the circumstances and the 8 + years that have passed since the crime was committed which certainly confirms I am not acting prematurely in this matter. If the sheriff never closes the file or allows others to view it, this investigation will go unsolved forever.

As a retired police detective and board certified investigator with 30+ years experience it is obvious to me that Sheriff Chuck Wright is either guilty of nonfeasance, misfeasance or malfeasance for his total lack of accountability and failure to respond to my repeated official request for documents which under the FOIA is a clear violation of South Carolina law punishable by jail and fines. Sheriff Wright has also commented that if I had been in his office when he received my initial request, he would have ignored my FOIA request for these records and he would have “decked me” which is an obvious threat, not to mention extremely unprofessional for a person in his position. His investigator William Gary, has also threatened to arrest me if I failed to stop interviewing witnesses while in Spartanburg.

It is further evident that Sheriff Wright has intimidated others in the community including the media, his own investigators, deputies and potential witnesses to the extent that they fear repercussions if they discuss the Supebike Motorsports killings without his authorization.

There is an old Latin phrase from the Roman poet Juvenal, “quis custodiet ipsos custodies,” that translates to “who’s policing our police” which desperately needs to be answered in Spartanburg County, South Carolina. Who’s policing Sheriff Wright and his Posse? Evidently, no one. Sheriff Wright needs to lose his over-inflated ego and do the “WRIGHT” thing. Open the case file.

Don Corbett is a retired police detective and board certified investigator with 30+ years of experience in law enforcement and investigations from the State of Ohio who assists families of murdered and missing children get the cooperation, information and service they deserve from law enforcement investigators.

 

Don Corbett, Columbus, Ohio May 28, 2012

Contact number 614-565-7189 or email donaldcorbett@gmail.com

 See also: Criminal Profiling Topic of the Day: I Read it on the Internet: Superbike Murders - Part Three, Criminal Profiling Topic of the Day: I Read it on the Internet: Superbike Murders - Part Two, Criminal Profiling Topic of the Day: I Read it on the Internet: Superbike Murders - Part One

and  Criminal Profiling Topic of the Day: The Second Tragedy of the Superbike Motorsports Quadruple Murders