Apr 24, 2010

Defying Limits

I've been feeling so trapped by monotony that I tried riding backwards in elevators just for kicks. Really bothers people when someone defies convention. Or is there some law that says elevator passengers must stand facing forward?

I've always resisted boundaries that limit creativity and adventure. As a kid, if an adult told me, "Girls don't climb trees," I'd climb the highest one.  
When teachers said, "Draw inside the lines," I colored perfectly outside the lines. 

Yes, challenge boundaries in the wrong way and you land in jail. or worse.  But defy limits in the right way? You can change the world.

I was thinking of two Haitian boys who told us their parents died when their houses collapsed in the earthquake.  They said they ran for their lives but got lost and had been running ever since. We brought them to our camp to take care of them.

Natasha with our adventurers Kevin and Manu. Haiti 2010

That night our hosts brought back a stranded traveler. As fate would have it, she recognized the boys from a school in the city. 

Turns out they weren't exactly orphans running for their lives.  They'd made up the story.  We couldn't be mad; they'd just wanted an adventure. We arranged to take them home in the morning.

I hope to see the boys again - maybe write a children's book about their adventure.  I'm not condoning their actions - they could have gotten hurt or worse.  But imagine the men they can become if given the chance to run with an extraordinary vision for their country.

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Apr 12, 2010

Justice of the Heart


A friend sent me a casting notice for a movie about a serial killer based on true events. I never imagined the possibility of auditioning for the role of a TV newscaster would reveal the ending to a real life case.

Friends have suggested I write books about the murder cases I've covered but the idea never appealed to me; maybe because there aren't any happy endings.  "You go on but you can't forget the things you saw," said my mother.  Can't forget the victims - or the killers.

No Movie Script
I wish it had just been a movie when my TV station sent me to cover the murder of a nurse named Martha Bryant who'd been attacked driving home from work.  The horrific killing rocked a quiet Oregon town. 

I can't forget police describing how the killer tried to rape her: "When he realized she was of no use to him sexually due to her injuries, he executed her."  Shot her point blank in the head in the back seat of his car.

Police began to suspect a soft-spoken family man who lived nearby. My cameraman and I went to his house to interview him but workers were tearing it down.  Someone had torched it. 

"Found this," a worker handed me a charred slip of paper, "don't know if it means anything."

Chills ran through me after one glance. It was a search warrant showing cops were looking for possessions of a dozen women in the man's house. 

If my hunch was right, police thought he may have killed before. Many times.

Phone calls confirmed the women listed in the search warrant were either missing or dead. The trail of possible victims ran from Florida to Oregon. 

I went on the air with the exclusive report that a serial killer might be at work. Police asked a judge to have me arrested for illegal possession of the warrant because I refused to reveal how I got it.  

Until now.

Cesar Barone eventually went on trial for Martha's murder and more. I sat behind him at the defense table every day in court.  During a break, he spoke to me for the first time. "Can you do me a favor?" he asked. "Can you check on my dogs?"

I never aired his comment; seemed too cruel to the victims' families.  Never aired his wife's story either; she'd met Barone a decade earlier through a personal ad.  She had no idea she'd fallen in love with a serial killer.


No Hollywood Ending
Today I learned Barone is dead.  Died on death row at 49 still insisting he was innocent (crime writer Anne Rule wrote a book about him but he never gained the notoriety of his former Florida cellmate, Ted Bundy).

I wish it had been a movie and the director would say, "Cut!" but there's no tidy Hollywood ending for Barone's wife and kids or his victims. 

But maybe life scored justice in the end:  Barone died of a cancerous tumor wrapped around his heart.

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