More facts out of Cleveland

The Dayton Daily News (one of my brothers used to work for them, not as a journalist but to run their computers) has published a list of “Seven Creepy Things You Didn’t Know” about Ariel Castro. (Why am I suddenly reminded of Zefrank‘s wonderful “True Facts About The ____” series?)

The “things you didn’t know” are all things I either did know or could certainly have guessed, and I’m not even following the case all that closely:

1. He blames his victims, saying what he did to them was their fault cause they got in his car.
2. He’s a hypocrite.
3. The victims watched TV news about their kidnappings while locked up in Castro’s house. This is not, technically, a fact about Ariel Castro himself, but whatever.
4. He abused his late ex-wife horribly. (That I had heard already.)
5. One of his daughters is in prison for attempted murder. (Ditto.)
6. He helped search for Gina DeJesus. (Ditto x2.)
7. Gina’s friend who was the last person to see her, is Castro’s daughter. (x3.)

My boyfriend had told me that Charles Ramsey, the man who rescued the girls, was eating in a McDonald’s across the street when he heard the screams and ran to help. When he came back, someone had taken his Big Mac. In response, they were offering Mr. Ramsey a “Chuck card” which he could present to any restaurant in Cleveland for a free burger for life. Well, it seems Ramsey has turned them down. He also says he doesn’t want the reward for finding the victims. Actually, what he said was, “You know I got a job anyway. Just went picked it up, paycheck.” He said the women should get it.

As I have said before, the girls are going to need all the financial help they can get. Certainly they’re not going to be capable of getting their own paychecks for the foreseeable future.

Enterprising journalists dug up Ramsey’s background and found out he was in jail for domestic violence, like, ten years ago. He served his time, got out and did not re-offend. BIG FRIGGIN’ DEAL. The man learned his lesson and his actions on May 6 more than balance out his prior mistakes. Charles Ramsey should be an inspiration to us all. I’m not the only person who thinks that. In fact, one agency that reported on his criminal record has apologized for doing so.

Naturally, money’s being raised by the public for the benefit of the rescued Cleveland girls

As per this article, the fund is up to almost $500,000 now. But that’s not much when you consider it will be split four ways (Amanda, Michelle, Gina and Amanda’s daughter), which is just $125,000 each. And Michelle and Gina, at least, apparently have serious physical problems stemming from the beatings, starvation etc. during their captivity that will require long-term medical care. Not to mention the serious, long-term psychological/psychiatric care all four of them will need.

No doubt, however, more money will be coming in from well-wishers. If any of the girls decide to go on the lecture tour or write a book or something, it would be well-received. The state crime victims’ fund will have to cover at least some of the damages, and they may get even more money due from the state; Jaycee Dugard got twenty million and deserved every penny.

Suspicious versus odd (I get a bit long-winded here)

In the Cleveland kidnappings case they’ve been running articles quoting Castro’s neighbors saying they had no idea what was going on. And we are now aware that the police did stop by the house on some pretext or another at least once, although it looks like they were never were allowed inside. Ariel’s brothers Pedro and Onil got charged right along with him, then were released for lack of evidence; they too claim they had no idea what he was up to and now they’re calling him a “monster.” Ariel’s daughter (not Amanda’s kid, another one) was Georgina DeJesus’s friend and one of the last people who was with her before the abduction, and of course she’s horrified about what happened and how her father did this. So is one of his other kids, who knew both Gina and Amanda. (There’s at least one more daughter here, who’s in prison in Indiana for attempted murder.)

Assuming these people are all telling the truth that they didn’t know, and aren’t just trying to cover their butts, I don’t blame any of them (with the possible exception of the police, I’m not sure about them yet) for not noticing Ariel Castro’s true nature and just what was going on inside his house. Because, let’s face it, the idea that your neighbor or relative might be a serial kidnapper and sexual abuser who’s got several girls chained up in the basement is something that simply would not occur to most people. If it did, my first thought would be to take you to a psychiatrist, not the police.

Anyway. What I’m getting into is this: the police always say that if you see any “suspicious activity” you should report it to them. But there’s a fine line between “suspicious” and “odd” and a lot of times people see something “odd” going on and don’t think to tell anyone about it, and then later on it turned out they saw something important and didn’t even realize it and then maybe they go to the cops, but the crime has already been committed.

I can think of three good examples of this, two from other sources and one from my own experience.

The first and most obvious one is Jaycee Dugard. The ultimate reason she and the two daughters she had with Philip Garrido were rescued was because Garrido was out with the girls in Berkeley, California (on a college campus I think) and two cops noticed the way he was acting towards the children was “odd” and in other words, “there was just something about the girls that wasn’t right.” This lead to the police stopping to have an idle chat with the three of them, which ultimately lead to Garrido’s arrest and the resolution of this terrible crime. Jaycee and her daughters might still be held captive with the Garridos today if it weren’t for those cops.


Now for me, in detail, cause you know I love that:

When I was eighteen or nineteen I was attending college in Arkansas and lived in a dorm room. One Sunday night, in the wee hours of the morning, I went downstairs to the kitchen to get a Mountain Dew I’d left in the fridge. The kitchen was off the main lobby and there was a pass-through room which contained a piano. As I walked into the pass-through I saw a man sitting on the piano bench. I’d never seen him before; this was unusual, since the college is a very small one and we’re generally familiar with each other by sight at least. This was also a very “traditional” school in the sense that most of the students came there right out of high school and were not older adults going to get a degree having been in the workforce for awhile. This man was in his thirties, maybe early forties. Too old to fit the profile of a typical student. Too young to fit the profile of a student’s parent.

I really should have called security right then and there. I thought about it, but I didn’t do it because the mere appearance of a strange man in the pass-through didn’t strike me as suspicious, just “odd.” I was inclined to just mind my own business. I didn’t want to sound like a paranoid freak calling security and asking them to go Couch Hall at three o’clock in the morning to confront a guy who wasn’t doing anything, just sitting there. If he was someone’s invited guest, I didn’t want to be inhospitable.

Anyway, back to the story: I more or less instinctively crossed over to the other side of the room to try to stay as far away from the stranger as possible, but being as it was just a tiny little room with barely enough room for the piano, I couldn’t go very far. If anything my moving to the side like that attracted his attention even more. I went and got my pop and went back into the pass-through to return to the lobby, up the stairs and to my room. And the man said, “Aren’t you afraid someone put something into that?”

This was definitely an “odd” statement, particularly since we had not been properly introduced and there the very first words he’d spoken to me. In fact, it leans towards “suspicious.” But I myself have been known to walk up to complete strangers and say the most oddball things. I just said, “Uh, no, it hasn’t been opened, see?”

And I started back on my way again, but he waylaid me with conversation and asked me a lot of things about myself: what my name was, what my major was, where’d I live, etc. I tried to give vague answers; for example, saying I lived “upstairs” instead of “third floor, room 311.” I was really nervous about the guy now and trying to stay at arms’ length away from him, a difficult thing to do in that little room, and also he insisted on shaking hands with me. I remember opening up my bottle of pop as I was talking to him, thinking I could throw it in his face if needs be.

He told me his name was So-and-so, I forget what name he gave. Finally I got a chance to ask him a question of my own: namely, what was he doing here? He said, “I’m visiting someone.” Who was he visiting? He hesitated a second and then said, “Samantha.”

Without thinking I blurted out, “Samantha Reynolds?” (this isn’t her real name by the way)

“Yeah, her.”

Finally I managed to get away from the man in one piece, and bolted upstairs to my room and locked the door. I should have called security then because he was definitely being suspicious, even if he hadn’t really done anything untoward or illegal just by sitting on the piano bench and then making small talk with me. I didn’t call them. If it had happened now, I would have. I am older, sadder and wiser.

The next day I found Samantha and told her about the stranger. Not only did she not know anyone by that name or physical description, but she wasn’t even on campus that night. She’d gone off on a weekend road trip somewhere. I made up my mind that I would call security if I ever saw the man again, but I never did see him. It could have been anybody. Couch Hall did have locks on the doors, but they were kept unlocked almost all the time, even at night, for the convenience of the students. (They’ve got card swiper things now, last I knew, and you have to swipe your student or employee ID to get in.)

I think it highly likely that he was up to no good, either planning to steal something or wanting to attack someone. I suspect the former, because he had an almost perfect chance with me and didn’t take it. But he wouldn’t have had that chance in any case if I had just turned right around and went back up my room and called security the second I saw a person in the dorm whom I didn’t recognize and who didn’t fit the profile of a typical student. Even if that was nothing much by itself.

(And if you’re wondering why my hink-o-meter malfunctioned so badly in Washington DC, well, I was extremely tired. I’d been too excited to sleep for more than three hours or so the night before, then I’d been out on my feet all day. Sleep deprivation affects my judgement much the same way alcohol does; I might as well have been slightly drunk. This was also part of the reason I had gotten so upset about being lost, because I was too tired to think straight, and being lost and upset wasn’t helping my judgement either. Neither did having Asperger’s, but that was something beyond my control. There’s a reason such men are called predators: like animals they target vulnerable prey. The old, the sick and wounded, or the very young members of the species, whoever is easiest to get at. Not to be melodramatic or anything, but Rollo basically smelled blood. It took a very long time for me to realize this and stop blaming myself so much.)


Now, my third example. This one was definitely just an “odd” thing and doesn’t cross into the boundaries of “suspicious” at all. It’s the kind of thing that’s perfect to illustrate my point. I read about this case recently, I forget where from. It goes like this:

In a major European city, I think either London or Paris, a local saw a man and a woman standing in front of a building. The woman was wearing a dress with wide horizontal stripes. They looked to be tourists and the man was taking photographs of the woman posing in front of the building.

Well, there happened to be some other important historic monument or museum or something just across the street, something that would have made for much better vacation pictures. So the local man approached the two “tourists” and pointed out this fact, and suggested they use that building as a background instead of this one which was just ordinary and not even very nice-looking as far as buildings go. The man and the woman brushed him off, and the man continued to take photos of the woman posing at various spots in front of the building.

The local man thought this was “odd.” And that’s definitely all it was; tourists, after all, are not noted for their intelligence and they could take pictures of any stupid old thing they wanted, and come home and caption them “random building in such-and-such city” or whatever. But the guy had a funny feeling, so he approached the nearest police officer and told him about the “strange” encounter he’d had with the tourists.

I’m not sure, if I were a cop, that this would have even merited my attention at all. This was not suspicious activity. But perhaps the police officer had nothing else to do at the time. Anyway, the cop went to have a talk with the two tourists and, long story short, the man was wanted for several bank robberies in several countries and the woman was his accomplice. The building they were taking pictures of was yet another bank they planned to rob, and they were “casing the joint” and getting some idea as to the exact size of the place by taking the pictures using the wide stripes on the woman’s dress to give a sense of scale.

True story.

Michelle Knight stonewalling her family

According to articles I’ve read, Ariel Castro’s first victim Michelle Knight has been refusing to see her family. I can’t pretend to comprehend what they’re all going through but it’s apparent that there were serious problems in her family from way back, maybe as far as the beginning of her life. This article says:

Michelle’s mother flew from Florida to Ohio once she heard the news, but Michelle’s refused to see her — her mom has consequently hired an attorney to gain access to her daughter.

Um, hired an attorney? How’s she going to work that out? Michelle is a grown woman, and she may be mentally traumatized but she isn’t mentally incompetent. I don’t see how she could be legally forced to have contact with anyone she doesn’t want to see. I wonder how much the mother is paying that attorney.

So, Michelle and Gina DeJesus are quite close and they’re thinking that maybe the DeJesus family could adopt Michelle. I don’t see how that could work out either, legally speaking, on account of Michelle being 32, but certainly if all parties agree they could accept Michelle into that family anyhow. Amanda and Gina are very fortunate in that they came from loving, supportive families; Michelle really seems to have drawn the short straw in all of this.

The aforementioned link sums it up pretty well:

The last thing anyone wants is for Michelle to return to a home in which she doesn’t feel safe. She, Amanda, and Gina have an incredibly arduous path to recovery ahead of them and require all the love and support they can get. And if the Knights cannot provide that for Michelle, or if she doesn’t (understandably) want anything to do with them, it sounds like the DeJesus family is more than willing to take her in.

The DeJesuses might be the godsend Michelle has been praying for her entire life.

I hope she gets SOME kind of godsend. She needs something.

House of horrors in Cleveland

According to this article, anonymous police sources have said there were multiple pregnancies between the three girls, many miscarriages and five live births. Yet there is only one child…

This makes me sick. Literally, I felt nauseated when I found that out, and I’m rarely moved in that way even by the most violent of crimes. I’m hoping to God that’s either just a rumor or there were more kids running around the house that we just haven’t been told about yet.

Well, this just blows me out of the water

I woke up a little before 2:00 a.m. (as I’ve tended to do lately) and shuffled out to the hallway, thinking I’d have a quick look at my email and settle down with my latest book. But I think it’ll be awhile now. Not only am I too agitated to read, but there are a ton of articles I’ve got to look at. As half the entire world has emailed me to say, they’ve found Georgina DeJesus and Amanda Berry alive! Along with a woman named Michelle Knight, whom I hadn’t heard of. They’re all okay, more or less, and Amanda has a kid.

Amanda disappeared from Cleveland, Ohio in 2003, on the way home from work. She was sixteen. Georgina was fourteen when she disappeared from Cleveland in 2004, on the way home from school. The cops had figured the cases were connected somehow and maybe the girls had been forced into prostitution or something. But word has it that they’ve been locked up in a basement dungeon all this time. Amanda managed to escape the dungeon and started screaming and trying to get out of the house, and a neighbor heard and helped her out, not knowing who she was, and she called 911.

The guy who lives in the house, Ariel Castro, has been arrested.

This case bears obvious comparisons to Jaycee Dugard and the Joseph Fritzl case out of Austria. And Marc Dutroux in Belgium. And Gary Heidnik in Pennsylvania.

Amanda, Gina, Michele…welcome home. We’re glad to have you back.

*starts playing “Accidentally in Love” by Counting Crows, the happiest song she knows*