Cold case disappearance articles

I found several today, all from 14-year-old cases, oddly enough:

A Daily Item one for Jesus De La Cruz, a six-year-old missing fourteen years today from Lynn, Massachusetts.

A Tundra Drums article for Stella Evon, age seventeen, who disappeared fourteen years ago tomorrow from Bethel, Alaska.

And a Northern Life article and a Bay Today article for Melanie Ethier, a fourteen-year-old missing from New Liskeard, Ontario fourteen years ago tomorrow. She’s not on Charley cause there’s no American connection.

Also, an article about missing people in Botswana.

Murder charges in Laura Thompson disappearance

Thanks to the Charley Project blog commenter that alerted me to this story:

They’ve filed murder charges against two men in the 1993 disappearance of Laura Thompson from Pennsylvania. A fifteen-year-old single mother of an infant, she had previously been classified as a runaway and I had nothing on her until today. The break in the case came this past summer when Shannon Marshall, the soon-to-be-ex-wife of Joseph Marshall Jr., came to the cops and said her husband and his friend, Sean McDonough, had killed someone. Shannon was with them when they dug up the body and dismembered it. She didn’t tell for 17 years, until she decided to end her marriage.

Laura was apparently a friend of Joseph and Sean, and was last seen when she went to play cards with them. It sounds like a very sick murder. They stabbed her to death — no motive given — and then had sex with her corpse. I’m assuming they’re looking for the body. I hope it turns up.

Westminster Cable Network
The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
The Pittsburgh Tribune-Review
The Pittsburgh Channel

Another missing illegal immigrant, another typical response

Justin showed me this article about a thirteen-year-old Guatemalan boy who vanished while crossing the Mexican border illegally to join his mom in Arizona. I have not heard of this kid before. He’s been missing for two months and it really doesn’t look good. It seems unclear whether he vanished on American or Mexican soil — thereby giving both country’s authorities an excuse not to look for him.

What really gets my goat, though, is the barrage of ugly, vicious, racist comments attached to the article:

She is illegal and so is her son. I care nothing if they are found dead in the desert…The more of them found dead, the better off the world is.

Another one down…how many to go?

Good riddance to this gang banger.

And there was another comment, which I can’t find now and must have gotten deleted (and rightly so), saying something like “Her son is dead and he’s a good boy, because the only good wetback is a dead wetback.”

No matter how you stand on the immigration issue, you’d think people would feel some compassion for this child, and his mother. If this boy disappeared on American soil, then the American authorities have an obligation to look for him, the same way they’d have an obligation to look for someone from, say, China, or England, who disappeared within the United States borders.

The racism inherent in the illegal immigration issue bothers me a lot. If you are in this country illegally, you are MUCH less likely to be deported if you’re white. When people come here seeking asylum, either they’re let go on bond until their court date, or they’re put in immigration detention, and it’s a proven fact that people of color are MUCH more likely to be put in detention than white people. There was this one guy I know about who disappeared in Texas, and who was originally who was from Russia. I saw a board post from the police officer whose department was investigating the case, saying they had found the Russian man alive and well in another state. The cop added, and I quote, “He’s here illegally, but because he’s not Hispanic and he’s not Middle Eastern, we’re not going to do anything about it.”

I was horrified. I mean, I don’t especially care whether they deported the person or not. But I was shocked and deeply saddened that a public official would openly state that they were not going to enforce the immigration law in his case for the sole reason that he was white. The guy was every bit as illegal as someone who’d crossed over from Mexico. It’s like a judge saying at sentencing, on the record and in front of everyone, “Well, if you were a black guy you would be getting five years for this offense, but since you’re white, I’ll let you off with probation.” Disgusting.

What is it about illegal immigration that seems to rile up so many people, even more than crimes like murder and selling drugs? I mean, for example, you don’t see a lot of people saying “Who cares about Haleigh Cummings, her parents were drug-dealing criminals and they deserved to lose their kid, and she would have turned out the same way as them” or something like that. I am horrified by these people’s utter lack of empathy. I swear it makes me want to cry.

UPDATE: I found this article with photos of the missing boy. They think they might have found his body, but they’re not sure.

It’s the gift that keeps on giving

Michael did NOT have food poisoning. I know because I am now sick as a dog.

He was really sick and took two days to get better. He threw up all night and then actually slept all day the next day — he never sleeps during the day — and then missed work the next day — he NEVER does that. He said he hurt all over and I was giving him Ibuprofen and Seven-Up and stuff. On the second day, which is to say last night, he was getting better and he’s going back to work today.

Then, last night around ten, I was sitting on the couch reading when I had a sudden thought, got up, walked to the bathroom and vomited. I hoped it was unrelated to Michael’s sickness — I sometimes vomit due to my hypoglycemia, and my diet’s been off lately — but when it happened three or four more times during the night I was stripped of any illusions. I finally quit vomiting in the early morning hours, but by then I hurt all over and felt incredibly weak. I went to bed but I felt so terrible — everything hurts right now, especially my lower back — that I couldn’t sleep and kept waking Michael up with my whimpering. I was afraid to take anything cause I could get sick again, but Michael made me take Ibuprofen and Seven-Up and I’m waiting for it to work. I’m really only online right now just to distract myself from the pain. I had forgotten a fever could hurt this bad.

AND today is my second day of classes — that is, the first real day — at the university. Really not a good day to miss. But I am in no condition to make the two-hour drive to the university campus, and I don’t want to inflict what seems to be a highly contagious illness on others. My professors will just have to accept my excuses.

I think I’m going to do some stupid online quizzes or something.