A True Crime Story from the Bible

It’s now the chic thing to deride God.  Biblical references are no longer allowed in any public forum, and secularism has washed into our culture like a toxic fog.  For those of us who grew up studying the Bible, it’s a heartbreaking event.  But it’s not surprising.  As a civilization declines, the spark of life that produced it is often abandoned.

For readers of this blog who are unfamiliar with the Bible, here is a true crime story from 2,500 years ago, back before the advent of criminology and forensics.  (I’ve used the Good News Translation for easy reading, and have eliminated verses—numerical units weren’t placed in the original text by the scholars who penned the Bible.)

The Rape of Dinah
(Genesis, Chapter 34)

One day Dinah, the daughter of Jacob and Leah, went to visit some of the Canaanite women.  When Shechem son of Hamor the Hivite, who was chief of that region, saw her, he took her and raped her.  But he found the young woman so attractive that he fell in love with her and tried to win her affection.  He told his father, “I want you to get Dinah for me as my wife.”

Jacob learned that his daughter had been disgraced, but because his sons were out in the fields with his livestock, he did nothing until they came back.  Shechem’s father Hamor went out to talk with Jacob, just as Jacob’s sons were coming in from the fields. When they heard about it, they were shocked and furious that Shechem had done such a thing and had insulted the people of Israel by raping Jacob’s daughter.  Hamor said to him, “My son Shechem has fallen in love with your daughter; please let him marry her.  Let us make an agreement that there will be intermarriage between our people and yours.  Then you may stay here in our country with us; you may live anywhere you wish, trade freely, and own property.”

Then Shechem said to Dinah’s father and brothers, “Do me this favor, and I will give you whatever you want.  Tell me what presents you want, and set the payment for the bride as high as you wish; I will give you whatever you ask, if you will only let me marry her.”

Because Shechem had disgraced their sister Dinah, Jacob’s sons answered Shechem and his father Hamor in a deceitful way.  They said to him, “We cannot let our sister marry a man who is not circumcised; that would be a disgrace for us.  We can agree only on the condition that you become like us by circumcising all your males.  Then we will agree to intermarriage. We will settle among you and become one people with you.  But if you will not accept our terms and be circumcised, we will take her and leave.”

These terms seemed fair to Hamor and his son Shechem, and the young man lost no time in doing what was suggested, because he was in love with Jacob’s daughter.  He was the most important member of his family.

Hamor and his son Shechem went to the meeting place at the city gate and spoke to the people of the town:  “These men are friendly; let them live in the land with us and travel freely.  The land is large enough for them also.  Let us marry their daughters and give them ours in marriage.  But these men will agree to live among us and be one people with us only on the condition that we circumcise all our males, as they are circumcised.  Won’t all their livestock and everything else they own be ours? So let us agree that they can live among us.”  All the citizens of the city agreed with what Hamor and Shechem proposed, and all the males were circumcised.

Three days later, when the men were still sore from their circumcision, two of Jacob’s sons, Simeon and Levi, the brothers of Dinah, took their swords, went into the city without arousing suspicion, and killed all the men, including Hamor and his son Shechem.  Then they took Dinah from Shechem’s house and left.  After the slaughter Jacob’s other sons looted the town to take revenge for their sister’s disgrace.  They took the flocks, the cattle, the donkeys, and everything else in the city and in the fields.  They took everything of value, captured all the women and children, and carried off everything in the houses.

Jacob said to Simeon and Levi, “You have gotten me into trouble; now the Canaanites, the Perizzites, and everybody else in the land will hate me.  I do not have many men; if they all band together against me and attack me, our whole family will be destroyed.”

But they answered, “We cannot let our sister be treated like a common whore.”

New True Crime Book Now in Stock

The Kidnapping and Murder of Little Skeegie Cash: J. Edgar Hoover and Florida's Lindbergh Case is now in stock on Amazon.  Robert A. Waters and Zack C. Waters delved into the massive archives of the FBI to bring this little-known true crime story to light. 

In a tale clear and gripping, Robert and Zack Waters have deftly chronicled a crime that was as significant to FBI history as all the public enemies that came before. The crisp narrative exposes J. Edgar Hoover’s bold political machinations and an urgent grassroots effort to save a missing child. This is true crime at its best: unembellished, dramatic, and authoritative.
—Ron Franscell, bestselling author of The Darkest Night

Robert A. Waters and Zack C. Waters have crafted a masterpiece of detective work and analysis, detailing the tragedy of the kidnapping and murder of Little Skeegie Cash in Princeton, Florida.  They place this tragic event in the context of the machinations of J. Edgar Hoover to claim credit for the eventual arrest of Franklin Pierce McCall in a desperate attempt to reverse severe budget cuts for the FBI by Congress. Based on newspaper research, examinations of the trial records, and 4,000 pages of FBI records, secured through the Freedom of Information Act, The Kidnapping and Murder of Little Skeegie Cash highlights one of the most infamous criminal episodes in Florida history. It is also another in the damning indictments of Hoover and his tenure as head of the FBI.  It is an excellent read.
—Nick Wynne, Executive Director Emeritus of The Florida Historical Society

What’s Happening in Detroit?

Detroit Police Chief James Craig

Law-abiding citizens fight back…
by Robert A. Waters

In the last two weeks, home invaders in Detroit have gotten the worst of it when attempting to rob homeowners.  And, in a surprise, the police chief supports armed self-defense.

When two teenage thugs attempted to break into a man’s home, he heard them and opened fire, killing one of the intruders.  After the shooting, Detroit Deputy Police Chief Rodney Johnson said, “As a homeowner, he had a right to protect himself inside his home.” (None of the homeowners in these stories were identified because of possible retaliation.)

Police Chief James Craig told reporters that burglars may think twice if they know their intended victim is armed.

A few days later, three armed teenagers kicked down the door of a grandmother.  Using a semi-automatic rifle (or what reporters like to label an “assault rifle”), the woman routed the invaders, killing one.

In another case, a woman pulled into her driveway and was accosted by a carjacker.  Throwing her keys to the ground to distract the robber, the victim drew her gun and killed him.

In a south Detroit neighborhood, two men used a crowbar to break into an occupied home.  When the men tried to attack the homeowner with the tire iron, he drew his pistol and shot them both.  One thug died on the scene—the other was taken to the hospital with severe injuries.

Chief Craig stated his thoughts on the benefits of law-abiding citizens owning firearms.  He said that years ago in California, he’d been against concealed carry permits and was reluctant to give them out. But after taking a job as a police chief in Maine, he was required by law to dispense permits to law-abiding citizens.  Thousands of permits later, Craig changed his mind.  He told reporters that Maine is one of the safest states in the union.

As soon as Craig made his comments, a writer at Huffington Post belittled him for “wanting more guns on the street, not fewer.”  Undeterred, the chief continues to sing the praises of concealed carry laws.

And in Detroit, defenders continued to ignore the pundits.

A homeowner heard his back window “shatter” and, arming himself, went to investigate.  He found an intruder inside his home and fired.  Another career criminal lay dead, and another homeowner was not charged.

In yet another case, a woman on Grove Street heard noises coming from her rear window.  Investigating, she saw a man entering her home.  The woman retrieved a handgun, fired, and hit the intruder in the chest.  He ran out of the house and was found dead on a nearby street.  

The desire to feel safe is a primal need.  In America, gun ownership crosses party lines.  Large numbers of Democrats, Republicans, Independents, and Libertarians own firearms.  Even as the “sophisticated” elite denounce guns, the great unwashed throngs keep firearms and use them for self-protection.

The Kidnapping and Murder of Little Skeegie Cash

James Bailey "Skeegie" Cash

The Kidnapping and Murder of Little Skeegie Cash brings to light a long-forgotten story from the annals of FBI history.  The sensational 1938 murder of the five-year-old son of a merchant rocked America, reaching from the wetlands of southern Florida to the White House itself.  In a rare move, FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover flew from Washington, D.C. to a rain-drenched hamlet on the edge of the Everglades.

What prompted Hoover to abandon the confines of power to actively investigate a missing child case?  Why did President Franklin D. Roosevelt allocate thousands of tax dollars to the FBI to investigate this specific case?  Why did Hoover whitewash the FBI files to eliminate all mention of the lawman who really solved the case?  Why did the case disappear from the public record almost immediately after it was solved?

In this explosive new book, Robert A. Waters and Zack C. Waters delved into thousands of pages of FBI files and court documents to unearth the true story.  The authors recount the abduction, the payment of a $10,000 ransom, the hunt for James Bailey “Skeegie” Cash and his kidnapper, the arrest and confession of Franklin Pierce McCall, and the killer’s trial and execution.  The poignant story of Skeegie’s heart-broken parents contrasts with the cut-throat intrigue of Hoover’s sometimes extra-legal methods to bring the killer to bay.

The Kidnapping and Murder of Little Skeegie Cash, set against the backdrop of a psychopathic killer matching wits with J. Edgar Hoover himself, will add a new chapter to the long and storied history of the FBI.

 

The War to End All Wars

Dead British Soldiers in World War I After Gas Attack

North Carolinian Dies in World War I Gas Attack
by Robert A. Waters

On May 8, 1919, the Lumberton Robesonian reported that “private George E. Galloway, son of Mrs. D. W. Galloway of Fairmont, is said to have been the first North Carolinian killed in the war with Germany.  He died in France on the 27th February, 1918, as the result of being ‘gassed’ by Germans in the French trenches the day before.  Private Galloway was 22 years old and volunteered 10 days after the United States entered the war with Germany.  He sailed from New York August 4, 1917, and was among the first American soldiers to see service at the front.  Young Galloway was a fine specimen of manhood and was something of an athlete.”

Galloway served in General John J. Pershing’s 1^st army division.  According to the Robesonian, “[Galloway] entered the firing line in France in February, 1918.  He was injured in a surprise attack by the Germans a few days later on February 26, and died the following day.”

During the same attack, Helmer E. Royett of Harlan, Iowa, and Sid Coleman, of Cord, Arkansas, also died from exposure to mustard gas.  Several other American soldiers were severely wounded by the toxic fumes.

In 1919, the Fairmont, North Carolina Chamber of Commerce dedicated a tablet that read: “In Memoriam Private George E. Galloway, Fairmont, N. C. the first North Carolina soldier killed on the battlefields of France.”  At the top of the tablet was a gold star.

On July 30, 1934, Camp Galloway was dedicated at Fort Bragg, North Carolina.

The story reminded me of a Wilfred Owen poem.  Owen, a British writer, fought in the trenches, engaging in hand-to-hand combat on several occasions. Owen was killed in action on November 4, 1918, just a week before the end of the war.  He was 24.

This poem is a response to those who see war as “glorious.”

DULCE ET DECORUM EST

“Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,

And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime. . .

Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est

Pro patria mori.”

New Book

The Kidnapping and Murder of Little Skeegie Cash: J. Edgar Hoover and Florida’s Lindbergh Case
By Robert A. Waters and Zack C. Waters
University of Alabama Press

In a long-forgotten story, Robert A. Waters and Zack C. Waters describe the 1938 abduction and murder of five-year-old James Bailey “Skeegie” Cash.  Using 4,000 pages of FBI files and court documents, the authors bring to life the drama of the abduction, the payment of a $10,000 ransom, the hunt for Skeegie and his kidnapper, the arrest and confession of Franklin Pierce McCall, and the killer’s trial and execution.

Hundreds of reporters swarmed into the small farming village of Princeton, Florida, south of Miami and on the edge of the Everglades, and for thirteen days held a nation enthralled as the spectacle played out.

But this is much more than the story of a missing child.  J. Edgar Hoover, Congress, and even President Franklin D. Roosevelt became personally involved in this case.

Soon after the execution of McCall, World War II broke out, and the case faded into oblivion.  But now the authors have brought to light one of the most important cases in FBI history.

Praise for The Kidnapping and Murder of Little Skeegie Cash.

“In a tale clear and gripping, Robert Waters and Zack Waters have deftly chronicled a crime that was as significant to FBI history as all the public enemies that came before.  The crisp narrative exposes J. Edgar Hoover’s bold political machinations and an urgent grassroots effort to save a missing child.  This is true crime at its best: unembellished, dramatic, and authoritative.”  Ron Franscell, best-selling novelist and true crime author.

“Robert Waters and Zack Waters have crafted a masterpiece of detective work and analysis.  The Kidnapping and Murder of Little Skeegie Cash highlights one of the most infamous criminal episodes in Florida history.  It is also another in the damning indictments of Hoover and his tenure as head of the FBI.  It is an excellent read.” Nick Wynne, Executive Director Emeritus of the Florida Historical Society.

The Great Gold Grab

“Some will rob you with a fountain pen…”
by Robert A. Waters

In 1933, President Franklin Delano Roosevelt signed an executive order directing the Federal government to confiscate almost all gold coinage legally owned by private citizens.  With the sweep of a pen, it became a crime to own the coins.

Roosevelt’s excuse was that hard times (i.e., the Depression) caused people to hoard gold.  Of course, there was no law against hoarding gold—in fact, it was a rational decision made by millions of Americans.  The fact that the government “reimbursed” the confiscated gold coins with near-worthless paper money made the scheme downright sinister.

There seems to have been little backlash, at least so far as the media’s role in cheerleading this massive theft from American citizens.  In fact, newspapers of the day cheered on FDR and his creepy henchman, J. Edgar Hoover.  An example is this September 3, 1933 article in the Charleston (WV) Daily Mail entitled “Where is that gold?”

Many excuses are offered by hoarders when Government agents seek by persuasive methods to get them to return their gold and avoid the possibility of prosecution.

“Yeah, I withdrew the gold,” said one, “but my ‘sweetie’ took it away from me and I haven’t seen it since.” Not an eyelash of the Justice Department agent quivered as this story was told. Only a: “Sorry to have troubled you—but would you mind giving me the name of your ‘sweetie’?” After some hemming and hawing the hoarder decided that he might as well tell the truth. So, stepping back inside the house, he reached behind the face of an old grandfather’s clock and produced the $500 in gold and soon it rested in the bank and he had a pocketful of greenbacks given in exchange.

“Not all excuses are quite as simple this one,” said J. Edgar Hoover, head of the Bureau of Investigation, “though, in the end, we have had little trouble in getting our man. The work is quite different from that of tracing down criminals. It is more of a gentleman’s job. About all that is necessary is to call on the party cited to us as hoarding gold, remind him that he is violating the law, explain to him the seriousness of the penalty and the fact that if he is prosecuted by the Government he will get a lot of undesirable publicity. Such a line usually brings desired results.”

The penalty for not giving government agents your gold was a fine of $10,000 plus ten years in prison.  That was enough to get most law-abiding citizens to comply.

After Roosevelt’s scheme was upheld by a “packed” Supreme Court, the government did what it does best: on a massive scale, it robbed the American people of almost all gold coins.

Child-Killer Outlived Half His Victim’s Family

Jimmy Ryce

Juan Carlos Chavez Executed
by Robert A. Waters

In 2009, Claudine Ryce (mother of Jimmy Ryce) died of cancer.

Juan Carlos Chavez lived on.

In 2012, Martha Ryce (sister of Jimmy Ryce) committed suicide.

Chavez lived on.

Finally, at 8:17 p.m., on February 12, 2014, Chavez was executed.

In September, 1995, Chavez kidnapped nine-year-old Jimmy Ryce at gunpoint.  He drove the child to his trailer and brutally raped him.  After the assault, Jimmy heard helicopters flying overhead as a search party looked for him.  Jimmy bolted for the door, but before he could open it, Chavez shot him in the back.  He then cut up Jimmy’s body and stuffed the remains in flower pots.  Placing the pots near his home, he covered the gruesome evidence with concrete.

Three months later, Chavez’s employer found Jimmy’s book bag in the killer’s trailer and called police.

Ted Ryce, Jimmy’s older brother, spoke eloquently after the execution: “Many people have asked why I decided to come today.  I did not come today to celebrate Juan Carlos’s execution.  In fact, I did not want to come.  So why did I come?  I came here to represent my brother Jimmy Ryce.  I came here for my sister Martha and my mother, Claudine.  I came here today because I believe in the justice that has been served on this day.  I am here to support that belief.

“I’m also here today as a symbol of strength to show you that in spite of all the terrible tragedies we’ve been through, my father and I still stand strong and strength is something that is sorely lacking in our country today.  Many people did not believe that Juan Carlos Chavez should be put to death for his horrible crime of raping and murdering my brother Jimmy Ryce.  I believe this comes from a place of weakness, not strength.  It comes from not being able to face the atrociousness of some men’s actions and punish them on a level commensurate with their crime.

“But we must be strong.  We must do what it takes to send a clear message to other child predators that if they go after children, if they kill children, that they will die at the executioner’s hands.  Today will bring no closure for my family.  As my father has stated, ‘Closure does not exist,’ but the justice served this day after a painful 19 years will end the chapter on this part of our life and now we look forward to moving on. Thank you.”

If you would like to read the whole sordid story, check out my book Sun Struck: 16 Infamous Murders in the Sunshine State.

Lust Killer Paroled, Murders Again

Did he also kill Tiffany Sessions?
by Robert A. Waters

On December 17, 1985, Paul Eugene Rowles walked out of prison.  Nine years before, Judge Leonard Rivkind had sentenced him to life in prison and warned that he should never be released.  His crime was typical of many “lust killers.”  He stalked twenty-year-old Linda Fida, waited for her husband to leave, then broke into her home and brutally raped her.  After torturing his victim, Rowles killed Fida by stabbing her in the breast.  He later admitted that this was a long-held fantasy.

Rowles should have been in prison when Tiffany Sessions disappeared.

He should have been locked up when Elizabeth Foster was murdered.

He should have been incarcerated when his final victim, a fifteen-year-old girl, was kidnapped and raped—had she not escaped, she would no doubt have been murdered.

Before Danny Rolling, Alachua County’s most infamous criminal case was the vanishing of Tiffany Sessions.  In 1989, the University of Florida co-ed left her apartment to go for a jog and was never seen again.  John Walsh, Dan Marino, and other celebrities joined the search for Tiffany.  Her parents kept the case alive for decades as they searched for her.

Unknown to investigators at the time, Rowles lived a short distance from Tiffany’s apartment.  A witness reported seeing a truck similar to one he drove following Tiffany as she ran.  But no one made the connection to the convicted killer who was supposed to be locked up.  (After Rowles died in prison, a cryptic note in his diary included the date Sessions disappeared, and the number “2.”)  Alachua County Sheriff’s Office recently announced that Rowles is the prime suspect in Tiffany’s disappearance.

Three years after Tiffany Sessions vanished, in 1992, Santa Fe Community College student Elizabeth Foster disappeared.  She’d told friends she planned to go to Bivens Arm Nature Park in Gainesville.  Eleven days later, Foster’s body was found.  In 2012, a cold case unit tested DNA found on Foster—it matched Rowles who was now serving 69 years for numerous sexual crimes.

So how did Rowles beat the system in 1985, after having served only nine years?  It was simple.  At that time, all prisoners (except death row inmates) were eligible for parole.  Rowles took a sex education course in prison and conned his instructors into thinking he was “cured.”  Ignoring Judge Rivkind’s admonition, the parole board released him.

In reality, Rowles fantasized about raping women.  At various times after his release, he was arrested for peeping, stalking, prowling, stealing women’s undergarments, and burglary.  How such a disturbed individual could walk the streets under the radar defies comprehension.

Had Rowles been executed, or given a true life sentence after his first murder, several families would not be suffering as they are today.

Child Molester Stopped Cold

Sex offender in child’s bedroom held at gunpoint by father
By Robert A. Waters

It must have been a scary sight indeed.

According to the Ocala (FL) Star Banner, the Jesse Smith family “had gone to dinner, and upon arriving home, Smith’s wife was getting ready to put their 7-year-old daughter to bed, deputies said.  Entering the child’s room, they saw a moving blanket on the floor…Both mother and daughter screamed, and the woman’s husband, who was in another room, came running with his gun and held [Paul Michael] Matheny at gunpoint...”

Hiding under the blanket, Matheny was lucky that Smith used some restraint and didn’t shoot.  Yet when deputies arrived, he resisted arrest.  “This is my house,” he kept repeating.  “I built it.”

Turns out Matheny had at least three convictions for “exposure of sexual organs.”

A .45-caliber Glock goes a long way in stopping a child molester.