In my cell, I have several works of nonfiction including a book on Friedrich Nietzsche, that I have yet to read. I did not consider any of these as easy reads, or instruments to escape and entertain myself for my last week in Seg. Thus, I went to the ten novels I have bound together with a shoelace. I discovered I had several books written by authors Stephen King and Dean Koontz. I have read many of their books in the past, and have found their stories almost always entertaining. I very much like the detailed writings of King, but at the moment, I sought something easier to read and of greater fantasy, so I leaned toward one of the three Koontz books in my collection.
I also noticed a couple of classic story books that I have wanted to check out to see if they were truly great writings. I have been told The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck is a truly good work of fiction. I wondered if I would enjoy it as thoroughly as I enjoyed Gone With the Wind. Lastly, I had two novels by John Grisham. I have read a few of his novels, the best being The Firm, in my opinion. The two novels of Grisham I had were The Innocent Man and The Appeal.
My attorney has told my family she will be working diligently on my appeal this month, and although the Grisham novels seemed to be the least appealing, I thought I had better read The Appeal, which I assumed would be a story about the appellate process of someone convicted of a serious crime, most likely murder. I knew that John Grisham was formerly a lawyer, and his books naturally have a legal insight and perspective other authors do not have. However, when I read the back cover, I discovered the book was not about a criminal appeal, but a civil appeal. At this point, I had set my mind on reading one of the Grisham novels due to its practical application, and thus began reading The Innocent Man.
The full title of John Grisham's book was The Innocent Man, Murder and Injustice in a Small Town, and it was to my surprise not a work of fiction, but a true story. John Grisham has written about 20 books, and all of them are works of fiction, except this one. I did not like to learn it was a true story. I did not want to read about reality at this moment, particularly the grim and tragic life that I already knew all too well. I was seeking a fictional legal thriller that was entertaining and enjoyable to read, but at the same time I could relate to and maybe gain some helpful insights. What I got, however, was just the opposite. The book was not entertaining or pleasant to read. I often had to push myself to turn the pages of this very dry, and poorly written work that dragged on and on, reminding me of my own injustice and misery. It provided no inspiration or help, but only reinforced the bleak outlook I have for myself.
The first chapter and other portions of this book read like trial transcripts or discovery reports. Unlike Grisham's other books, there is very little style or flow. It was apparent the author spent a lot of time researching this book even before reading the author's note at the very end, where he states it took him 18 months to collect information to write this story. Grisham spent much too long researching the facts instead of writing a well written, captivating tale. The book is a little over 400 pages long, and although I completed it in four days, I fell asleep turning its pages on three of those days. The author writes, "Writing nonfiction has seldom crossed my mind. I've had far too much fun with the novels, and I had no idea what I was getting into." The author was absolutely correct. The book was no fun to read, and it is clear he did not know how to write a good nonfiction story. Grisham should stay with his talent of writing novels.
The Innocent Man is based in the town of Ada in southeast Oklahoma. It is in Ada that Debbie Carter was raped and killed, and the police investigation of two townsmen begins. Coincidentally, I began reading this book on the exact same day the victim was killed. It was on December 7, 1982 that 21-year-old Debbie Carter was murdered in her apartment.
The book describes her as "a dark-haired, slender, athletic, pretty girl who was popular with the boys." Being "popular with the boys" seemed to me to be a euphemism that she led a promiscuous lifestyle. The book has some black and white photographs in the middle of its pages, and I turned to those often to get a mental image of the characters I read about. Debbie does not come across as the description of the author. In the photo, she seems to have a fair complexion and although petite, not "athletic". She also does not look exceedingly pretty, but average, although her photo does not give an impression of being a slut. Her photo makes her look chaste and innocent. However, as I am well aware, the photo of a victim always is meant to give this impression, whether or not it is true. In my trial, a similar photo was shown to the jury and it was obviously chosen by the prosecutor or victim's family to create empathy. I assume John Grisham, his editor or possibly the family, chose this photo with purpose.
Regardless of the character or attractiveness of the victim, Debbie Carter was the victim of a horrendous act of violence. Her apartment was found trashed, with property scattered and thrown about. The killer had written crude messages in blood or ketchup on the wall, counter top and even on the victim's nude and lifeless body, which was left face down on the floor. The victim had been raped and sodomized with a ketchup bottle before being strangled. A bloody rag was found shoved deeply in her mouth. Such a crime was bound to stir the emotions of a small rural town in Oklahoma, which had probably seen little violence. As I myself know, horrendous crimes which shock the public often lead to rash judgments. Furthermore, the police and prosecutor's office are under intense pressure to solve such crimes, regardless of the evidence or lack thereof. After reading about the murder, I had a good idea of how an innocent man would be rounded up to serve as the focus of hatred, and be a scapegoat.
One of the best scapegoats police could find for this murder happened to be Ron Williamson. Ron initially had a good reputation in the small town of Ada. He even was probably thought of with high esteem when he was the town's star athlete who was contracted to play for the New York Yankees. However, Ron never made it to the majors, and after failing to make a career of baseball, he became an alcoholic and drug user. He also was to live a transient, bar-hopping lifestyle, something he learned while on the minor league baseball circuit. He was charged several times with DUIs and even two rapes, although he was acquitted of those rape charges. What was most suspicious about Ron Williamson, however, was that he was bipolar, with manic as well as schizophrenic swings. He was in and out of mental hospitals, and this fit the description of a homicidal maniac. I could very much understand how this man could fit the profile police had of the murderer of Debbie Carter.
Unlike the Palatine Massacre, the police did not arrest anyone in the Debbie Carter murder for years later. Possibly, I thought, the Ada police could restrain themselves from acting precipitously. The police had questioned Ron Williamson, and he was one of their main suspects. However, without any evidence tying him to the crime, except for his bizarre and disturbing behaviors and close proximity to the victim's residence, no arrest was made. It was not until yet another murder of a young woman in Ada occurred, did pressure mount for an arrest in the Carter murder.
A woman named Denice Haraway was abducted from a convenience store, and was thought to be killed. A couple of men were arrested for that murder, although no body had been found. The men were put through intense, coercive interrogations, and eventually confessed. Their confessions were highly suspect and did not match one another. After their trial and conviction, the victim's body was found. The evidence discovered and the manner of death conflicted with the men's confessions. The prosecutor gained convictions based not only on them, but two jail house snitches and a highly dramatic and emotional closing argument.
Whenever evidence is shaky in a big case, prosecutors tend to turn to jail house snitches, and emotional arguments. I recall in my trial, prosecutor's Paul Tsukuno and James McKay relied heavily on drama and stirring jurors' emotions. They also used the same trick the prosecutor in the Haraway murder case deployed of calling numerous witnesses to the stand who had no relevance. In addition, every day the prosecutor wheeled in a huge cart of files to place in front of my jury, which gave the jury the impression there was a huge amount of evidence against me. In reality, their case rested on one lying police officer who claimed I admitted to knowing about my room mate's intentions and lent him my car. Possibly, McKay wanted to remind them I was a suspect in the Palatine Brown's Chicken murders, and infer to them my guilt in the other case.
Similar to the Palatine Massacre, the murder of Denice Haraway caused the police and States Attorney's Office to come under great pressure. A book was written about the case that was very critical of authorities called The Dreams of Ada. Other media was also skeptical of police work. Although they had arrested two men for the Haraway disappearance, there was doubt about their confessions and guilt. Possibly the real killer(s) were still out there, and of course, the killer of Debbie Carter was still at large. Why after years had no one yet been arrested for her murder? Not long after, warrants for Ron Williamson and a former friend of his, Dennis Fritz, were procured.
I paused in my reading for a moment and looked out of my cell into the Roundhouse. I saw Juan Luna, walking on the third floor. Unlike what I read about the two men arrested in the Haraway murder, there was no doubt about Juan Luna's guilt and confession in the Palatine Brown's Chicken murders. Juan Luna gave a very detailed, videotaped confession where he described slitting one woman's throat and other brutal acts. The confession he gave was credible, and matched the evidence at the crime scene. The woman who originally gave him a fake alibi testified against him, along with another friend, saying that he and his co-defendant immediately after the murders told them what they had done. These statements included details never leaked to the news media, such as how one of the victim's vomited french fries before dying. Finally, there was Juan Luna's DNA on the last meal ordered at the restaurant just after closing time. I thought about Luna and how his senseless thrill killings spurred police and prosecutors in my arrest and prosecution. I have little doubt that if the Palatine Massacre had not been committed, I would not be in this cage at Stateville Correctional Center.
Ron Williamson was arrested on May 8, 1987. Initially he told police he never met Debbie Carter and had never been to her apartment. However, after much yelling and bullying, Williamson gave a "dream" confession. He admitted to hanging out at the Coachlight, a club where Carter was last seen alive, and having thoughts of following a pretty girl home. With some prodding, he went on to say he had a dream about raping and strangling her. The police asked him why he killed her, and he stated that she made him mad. Soon thereafter, Williamson told them that they cannot expect him to confess. He has a family to think of, including a nephew to protect, and a sister who will be torn apart. If police were going to prosecute him for the murder, he wanted Tanner, no, David Morris, as his lawyer. Surprisingly, police after hearing the mention of counsel, ceased interrogating him.
Normally, when I learn a person confessed to a crime, I believe they are guilty. However, Ron Williamson was a mentally ill person suffering from not only severe bipolar disorder, but hallucinations and schizophrenia. His life, as told by John Grisham, was terribly erratic and troubled. He seemed not to be able to function without hospitalization and heavy medications. Most questionable about his confession though, was the fact police did not videotape the statement, or at least gain a signature as Ada police seemed to always do, and did do with the Haraway suspects. Although police ceased to question him when he mentioned a lawyer, and Ron Williamson never claimed his rights were violated, I tend to be suspect of uncorroborated claims by police during interrogations.
In my own case, police claimed I admitted to being told by my co-defendant that he was going to commit a murder and lending my car to him thereafter, both of which are pure fabrications. While members of the Palatine Task Force routinely obtained audio taped, stenographed, and written statements, none of this was procured with me. Why? Because I immediately invoked my Miranda rights, and did not say what my interrogating officer purported I said. Adding to my suspicion of Ron Williamson's dream confession is the fact that not long after the murder he was brought in for questioning, and while videotaped, he vehemently denied killing Debbie Carter.
For some reason, police did not believe the Carter murder was committed alone. They sought out a possible accomplice to Williamson and found it in Dennis Fritz. Years earlier, Dennis Fritz and Williamson were friends and were known to go bar hopping together. In fact, Fritz told police this not long after the murder occurred, when he was questioned. Fritz was arrested at his home in Kansas by a large contingent of SWAT police, reminding me of the numerous gun wielding FBI agents and Task Force police that arrested me in my car. During interrogation, Fritz refused to confess to the murder or to knowing anything about it. He was nonetheless put in jail where an assigned cellmate later said he confessed to him. At a preliminary hearing, a judge was close to letting Fritz go, but because of the snitch, he was indicted and held over for trial. Although the credibility of the jail cellmate was highly suspect, a judge ruled that credibility was a matter for a jury to decide. Thus, Fritz was formally indicted and prosecuted for first degree murder.
While in jail, Ron Williamson screeched for hours from his cell. He rambled on about how he was innocent, and he ranted about other thoughts that haphazardly entered his mind. From the book, I envisioned the schizophrenics and others who have lost control at Stateville. A few weeks ago, there was a man in a cell not far from mine who would incessantly yell out of his cell. Segregation can get to some prisoners, but possibly he was mentally ill. Numerous people in the Roundhouse take psychotropic medications. Likewise, Williamson was eventually given heavy doses of Thorazine to shut him up. I was surprised the book mentioned "the Thorazine shuffle," which is known at Stateville as well, to describe the way people shuffle along, or back and forth, in a sort of semiconscious state. Thorazine does not really cure schizophrenics but makes them more manageable. It causes sedation, lethargy, the dulling of awareness, and is labeled in the book to be the equivalent of a chemical lobotomy. Because of how loud and annoying many prisoners in the Roundhouse can be, I wished a number of them were given chemical lobotomies. As I write this journal entry, I can hear them yelling, even with my ear plugs in.
Like my co-defendant Robert Faraci and I, Ron Williamson and Dennis Fritz had separate trials. Their trials were not conducted simultaneously however, and Dennis Fritz was tried first. The testimony presented at Fritz's trial was scant, and questionable. A couple of people said they had seen Fritz sometimes in the past at the Coachlight, but not on the night Debbie Carter was killed. A police officer testified how they believed the murder was committed by two people because of the carnage at the crime scene, and a message left that said, "do not look for us or else." Fritz was found to be a good friend of Williamson, and because of evidence against Williamson, Fritz was a natural suspect. Several people testified how they had seen the two together in the past at bars, stores, and possibly outside Fritz's apartment around the time of the murder. Similarly, at my trial the prosecutor presented a "guilt by association" case. Still to this day, I recall how the prosecutor often referred to Bob Faraci as my "good friend, pal, roommate, and partner in crime." I also vividly recall how he argued vehemently to the jury my guilt by association by dramatically yelling to the jury: "All for one and one for all. The actions of one are the actions of all!" as if I was one of the Three Musketeers.
During Fritz's trial, two people at the jail testified how he confessed to them. The first, who took the stand earlier at his preliminary hearing, testified to such a ludicrous story it brought chuckles from the jurors. Jail house snitches are often so incredibly desperate to make a deal with the prosecutor for the crime or crimes they are being detained for that they will make up the most outlandish stories. An equally desperate and unscrupulous prosecutor will not forego using them to bolster a weak case.
The other person who testified against Fritz was a jailer trainee who seemed eager to impress his superiors. He told the jury Fritz admitted to being at the victim's apartment, but it was Ron Williamson who broke in and raped and killed her while he stood outside. The jailer also went on to testify how they often spoke about Fritz cooperating with law enforcement and getting a plea agreement.
The prosecutor concluded by calling a few forensic experts who although were touted as having solid, concrete evidence against the defendant, had nothing of the sort. A person testified that the semen collected from the victim was from a "non-secreter," or person whose semen, saliva, or sweat did not identify their blood type. Fritz was one of these people, although so were millions of others.
A hair expert was called to tell the jury the hair samples found at the crime scene were similar to the defendant's. The prosecutor also called someone to testify that the bloody palm print left at the apartment was not the killer's, but was in fact the victim's. On the cover of the book The Innocent Man is a blood red palm print, and I assumed that it would be a significant part of the story, but it was not. Apparently, police for years thought the palm print was that of the killer's when it did not match the victim. However, years later after the Ada police came under criticism, the victim's body was exhumed and the print was oddly found to be hers. This allowed prosecutors to charge both Fritz and Williamson, whose prints excluded them. That evidence and testimony could change over the years to fit the States Attorney's theory may be a surprise to many people on the outside, but for those of us on the inside who have been wrongfully convicted, it is not.
The defense for Fritz was rather brief and consisted of only two witnesses, however, it was more than I can say my trial attorneys did. At my trial, only one witness was called, and she was a handwriting expert who testified all the checks were written by the victim, or my co-defendant Robert Faraci and his wife, Rose; none were written by me. The prosecutor had claimed the victim was killed to prevent him from ever implicating the other participants. My lawyer wanted to show the jury that I had no shared motive to see the man killed.
My lawyer, William Von Hoene, however, did not care if the jury believed the prosecution's key witness, John Robertson, the officer who interrogated me. He even told my jury that Robertson was telling them the truth. When I insisted on testifying, he threatened to withdraw from my trial if I did. I had many witnesses and evidence to contest the lies of Robertson, but my lawyer refused to use them.
Dennis Fritz's trial lawyer was not very good, but at least he allowed his client to testify. The second witness, by the way, was a hair expert to counter the prosecutor's expert. Hair comparison in the 1980s was a very dubious science, if a science at all. It would not be for decades later when DNA became available that hairs, semen, or saliva would be solid evidence.
After closing arguments, the jury deliberated for most of the day before returning a guilty verdict. The book says Dennis Fritz was stunned and shocked, but yet not totally surprised. Fritz had watched the jurors, and seen their distrust. He also knew they represented the town of Ada, and the town needed to hold someone accountable for the horrendous murder. It is noted as well that juries tend to believe the prosecutor and cops. If they thought Dennis was guilty--then he must be. Earlier, Dennis Fritz's lawyer had asked for a mistrial when he discovered one of the jurors was formerly the Chief of Police of Ada, however, the judge denied the motion. This certainly also did not help, and I doubt if Fritz could have received a fair trial.
In a high profile case, it is important for a defendant to get a change of venue so he or she does not have a prejudiced jury. The Innocent Man does not mention media coverage, but in my case, it was enormous, and I was vilified more than the Oklahoma City bomber Timothy McVey. Although about 20 people questioned during jury voir dire had bluntly told my judge that they thought I was guilty and they could not have an open mind about the matter, the judge refused to have my trial moved to another location.
During my trial, I tried to avoid eye contact with the jury, however, after the interrogating officer testified, I noticed hard looks. I did not have to recognize their change in demeanor to know I was doomed if my lawyer put on no defense for me. My attorney also did me no favor by not carefully scrutinizing the jury pool. Perhaps being a neophyte to criminal trials, or being so smug in the prosecution's lack of evidence, my lawyer did not really care who was to sit in judgment of me. He may have even let the former chief of police decide my fate. I do not know if my jurors would ever even question the honesty of police or the state. However, with a trial lawyer who conceded to the state's evidence, I will never know.
As in my co-defendant's trial, there was more evidence against Ron Williamson than Dennis Fritz. Both co-defendant's had the same forensic witnesses testify about the hairs, semen, and blood print. They also had the same people testify who had seen them together in the past, including the man who thought possibly at around the time of the murder they were both outside Fritz's apartment shooting each other with water. However, Williamson had more jail house snitches to testify against him, plus his "dream" confession to the police. It seems the defense attorney tried hard to contest the interrogating officer by grilling him about why he did not gain a videotaped, tape recorded, written, or even just a signed statement.
To counter the jail house snitches, including one that had said he saw Williamson at the Coachlight the night of the murder, Williamson took the stand in his own defense. He denied being at the club or ever meeting Debbie Carter. On the 7th of December, he was at his mother's house all night. Unfortunately, his mother was unable to testify; she had died before the trial began. A videotaped statement was provided by her, but this had mysteriously disappeared from police custody. The attorney for Williamson was not given money to hire a forensic expert to counter the state's witness who claimed several of the hairs found on the victim's body resembled Williamson's. The jury returned in several hours with a guilty verdict.
The prosecutor sought the death penalty at both Dennis Fritz and Ron Williamson's sentencing hearings. Williamson's attorney offered no mitigation or character witnesses, and Ron was quickly given a death sentence by his jury. However, he may have been blessed by the ruling. Fritz was given natural life without parole, and faced the prospect of languishing in prison until his death. He also faced an uphill battle in the courts. Just like in Illinois, he did not have as many rights and as much access to the courts or legal representation as Williamson did. Fritz lost all his appeals and may have never gotten out of prison unless he was able to benefit from an appeal by his co-defendant on death row.
Dennis Fritz was sent to a medium-security prison despite his natural life sentence. In Illinois, prisoners with more than 20 year sentences must remain in maximum-security. A prisoner, like myself, will never see the day rooms, freedom of movement, programs, or visitation rooms that John Grisham describes at Conner Correctional Center. Despite this, I did recognize a number of similarities with my own experiences. For example, cigarettes were used as currency until they ceased to be sold, and smoking was banned from all public buildings. Before guards clamped down on the prison system and divided up inmates into galleries, an entire cell house used to go to the cafeteria or yard together. The chow hall and yard were distinctly divided by gangs or race. Even today, prisoners largely segregate into such divisions, although in much smaller groupings. Fritz describes his experiences on visits as being in a zoo, and in Illinois' maximum-security prisons, I would describe living quarters the same way. The multi-level cellhouses are like huge zoos with animals in row after row of cages. In fact, Stateville cell houses are louder than any zoo house I have ever been to. "Gangs, killings, beatings, rapes, drugs, and guards on the take" have been toned down in Illinois' prisons, but I know what Dennis Fritz experienced in his years of incarceration while fighting for a new trial. I also can relate to Williamson's experiences on death row.
Ron Williamson was sent to death row at Oklahoma's maximum-security prison in McAlaster. Interestingly, death row was located in McAlaster's F House, the same lettered building I currently reside in. F House is descibed as "a mammoth 4-story building constructed in 1935". Only the bottom two floors of F House were used for death row inmates, similar also to Stateville's corresponding cell house where the lower two floors are now Segregation. Ron's death row cell was much larger than the cell I am in. It was an incredible 16' long and 7' wide. Only the old death row cells in X House at Stateville are that large. Ron Williamson is quoted as saying, "Thank God there was a window," and I was and still am very glad to have a window in my cell. Death row cells were four concrete walls with a barred door with an opening known as the "bean hole" for food trays. In Illinois, it is called a "chuck hole," but now that we are served soy meal almost every day and brown beans several times a week, possibly a "bean hole" would be a more appropriate name. On Oklahoma's death row, prisoners get three showers a week and go to a small concrete yard the size of two basketball courts for one hour, five times a week. Stateville Seg yards are half a basketball court, and only run once a week for five hours. Segregation inmates only get one shower a week, but the yard size and showers are the same in general population except when inmates are taken to the gym or the large South yard.
There are pieces of John Grisham's The Innocent Man dedicated to Greg Wilhoit who lived across from Ron Williamson. Wilhoit and Williamson discovered they had a shared acquaintance in Tulsa, Oklahoma. They also shared love of baseball, two supportive sisters, and the fact that they were both innocent. Wilhoit was sent to death row after being convicted of killing his wife. I noticed Wilhoit and I tended to both be introverted people who wanted little to nothing to do with prison life. He shuttered up his barred door with newspapers, and rarely ever came out of his cell or spoke to anyone. The book describes him as trying to convince himself he was not on death row, but in his own little cocoon biding his time while voraciously reading from Stephen King novels to Steinbeck. I also wish I could do the same. I care less for Stateville, and want to be just left alone. If I could, I would block the view of my cell and live in solitary confinement forever.
Ron Williamson pleaded with his sisters to sell their houses to pay for a private lawyer to represent him on appeal. Little did Williamson know that death row inmates often receive the best public defenders to represent them. In Oklahoma, there was not a special capital litigation division, but the courts hired out lawyers from the private sector. Williamson was assigned a lawyer whose office was out of Norman, Oklahoma, named Mark Barrett. He represented a number of other men on death row and although he lost Williamson's direct appeal, he was clearly a dedicated, competent, and good lawyer, unlike the various lawyers I have had represent me over the years. Mark Barrett would later represent Williamson again in the federal courts, and won Williamson a new trial.
State courts are often biased against the defendant, and are unlikely to grant an appeal. The reason for this is largely because state judges, even at the appellate and supreme court levels, are elected for office. They must campaign like all other political officials, and similar to them they do not want to upset their constituents. At the federal level, however, judges are appointed and are free to make unpopular but just rulings. Unfortunately, the federal courts are very strict about procedure, especially after many laws have been passed to limit the use of the federal courts and give finality to appeals. My case, for example, was thrown out of federal court because my lawyer filed my appeal one day late.
After Ron Williamson lost his final state appeal, he was given an execution date that was set for three months later. He was set to die by lethal injection on September 27, 1994 at the stroke of midnight. This was terribly upsetting for Ron and his family, although no prisoner on death row was put to death until after their federal appeals were exhausted. To go from the circuit court to district, and then to the U.S. Supreme Court takes years for most prisoners. Although Williamson fell apart mentally and physically on death row, he was fortunate to have the circuit court rule so decisively in his favor and order him a new trial one year after his stay of execution.
Judge Seay gave an unusual 100-page opinion to Ron Williamson's federal appeal, scathingly criticizing his trial lawyer, the prosecutor, the judge, police, and the touted forensic experts. Ron's trial lawyer was found ineffective for failing to raise Williamson's mental competency, not investigating a very suspicious suspect, and not presenting any adversarial evidence other than the defendant himself. The judge also faulted his lawyer for not attempting to have his dream statement suppressed before trial, and not calling any mitigation witnesses during his sentencing hearing. Prosecutorial and police misconduct were found to have occurred when they hid Williamson's initial videotaped statement where he denied the murder and presented his incredible confession as well as jail house snitches. Judge Seay ruled the prosecution should have never even brought this case to trial. The hair analysis was totally unreliable and should be banned from all courts. The trial judge was at fault for barring the defense from hiring their own hair expert, and for not ordering a mental competency hearing.
In 1999, before Ron Williamson was reprosecuted, DNA collected from the crime scene was found not to match him or his co-defendant. The DNA actually matched a man who earlier said he saw Williamson at the Coachlight. This man was not prosecuted for many years later because the state's attorney wanted to save face. In fact, even after the prosecutor was forced to let Fritz and Williamson go, he continued to say they were suspects, and would reprosecute them if new evidence emerged.
This reminded me of when my co-defendant's wife finally came forward to tell police that her stories and those of her husband were all false, and were made up to pin the murder or murders on me. The prosecutor never thought about dropping the charges against me and admitting error. The same is true in the Nicarico murder in DuPage County, where even after DNA evidence cleared men of a rape and murder, the prosecutor continued to say they were guilty. Politics is the same whether you are in Oklahoma or Illinois.
Although Fritz and Williamson were finally released, there was no happy ending, in my opinion. Both men suffered terribly in prison, and their families suffered as well. The men lost over a decade of their lives, and after being in and out of nursing homes and mental hospitals, Ron Williamson died of cancer only five years out of prison. Dennis Fritz, upon his release, moved in with his mother in Kansas. There, he grilled hamburgers for a living, until Barry Scheck of the Innocence Project sued the police and prosecutor on his behalf and eventually won a large settlement. On Ron Williamson's tombstone was written:
I wonder what will be on my tombstone.