Katherine May Wilson’s killer sentenced

Barry Vincent Manion, the killer of Katherine May Wilson, whom I referenced in this post, has pleaded guilty. He’s been sentenced to life in prison. He will be eligible for parole in ten years, but he is 61 years old now and perhaps he will be dead by then.

Manion made a full confession, saying he strangled Katherine after he wanted to have sex with her and she resisted and ran away. He’s lead police to a place where he says he disposed of the body, but due to inclement weather they haven’t begun searching yet. They may not find it. After thirty-eight years there may be very little left to find. But at least Manion’s going to prison, and Katherine’s family can have a little closure.

5 thoughts on “Katherine May Wilson’s killer sentenced

  1. Anthony March 14, 2009 / 3:23 pm

    He not only “will be dead by then,” he’s dead now: (http://www.citynews.ca/news/news_32894.aspx)
    Convicted Killer In OPP’s Oldest Cold Case Dies Suddenly In His Cell
    Friday March 13, 2009
    CityNews.ca Staff
    It was an amazing bit of detective work from a series of different sleuths who refused to give up. But now the man who admitted he killed a 12-year-old girl nearly 40 years ago will never face the complete justice her family had always prayed for.

    Last January, we told you how the OPP had finally solved the oldest cold case in their files, the murder of Katherine May Wilson.

    She left her house in the town of Harvey, Ontario back on October 20, 1970 to pick up the mail and buy a few groceries in nearby Kirkland Lake.

    She never came home.

    Days turned into months and then into years with no word and the case went cold. And then, four decades later, police made a stunning announcement – they’d arrested a 61-year-old man for murder in connection with the case.

    Barry Manion, a relative of the late victim’s father, was charged with abduction and first degree murder. He pleaded guilty to the horrific crime in a courtroom this week, and was sentenced to life in prison on Wednesday.

    But that “life in prison” was to be a short punishment for the killer. On Friday, just two days after hearing he’d never be free again, Manion was discovered dead in his prison cell.

    He was found at the Monteith Correctional Complex in the morning, although the circumstances of his demise aren’t yet clear. He was alone in his cell at the time and initial reports suggest there’s no underlying medical cause for his death.

    A post mortem scheduled for Monday may bring more answers about what happened.

    The court heard that Manion had sex with the child several times in the years prior to the murder. On the final day of her life, he picked her up in his truck, took her to a wooded area and demanded sex.

    When she refused and ran off, he chased her into the woods and strangled her, burying her body and leaving her undiscovered until Manion took cops to the scene.

    Her remains aren’t expected to be recovered until the spring thaw.

  2. Meaghan March 14, 2009 / 5:17 pm

    Wow. I feel like I have magical powers.

  3. Anthony March 14, 2009 / 5:41 pm

    “Your weesh ees my command,” LOL. Yeah, I was trawling through ‘Net news stuff and did a triple-take when I saw this item. “Uh, didn’t I just read on Charley Project that….” etc. etc. I had to check your blog to make sure I wasn’t imagining things: “Manion. Yep. Same guy.” Would that life could be this magical before the grim fact, instead of after.

  4. Meaghan March 15, 2009 / 10:50 am

    A similar thing happened to me a few years ago. The textbook for one of my college classes had been written in 1954 and one morning over breakfast a friend and I speculated whether the author was still alive. A few days later we found out he’d died that very morning. Spooky.

  5. Anthony March 15, 2009 / 3:34 pm

    It falls into the Jungian “synchronicity” category, and also reminds of William Blake: “Without contraries is no progress.” As well, right after I read your post, I took my puppy out into the yard to do his morning duties and encountered a never-before-seen, undoubtedly signifying, large black dog standing stock-still, peering at me. And all on an overcast grey Sunday. Oh, also, being an old duffer, 1954 is the year of my birth.

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