“”The irony is, if we didn’t go out and dig up the Gremlin, we’d be remiss,’ said Det. First Lt. Denise Powell, commander of the task force of law enforcement officials investigating the [OCCK] murders.” Oh, Lt. Powell, if you only knew how remiss your agency has been. You are now stuck as the mouthpiece, following in the footsteps of men who really cared not if this thing got solved or not. Promotion and retirement were the goals. Are you a parent? If you are, I will knock on wood for you. You have a lot in front of you.
Here you go, Denise: “The problem is, when everyone’s focus is on a vehicle, we limit ourselves.” Ya think, Denise??! Maybe you should talk to Dave Robertson, Jr., of the MSP, who was assigned to the “task force,” along with then soon-to-be-retired MSP Lt. Garry Gary, to babysit and squelch this case once Livonia Det./Sgt. Cory Williams did all the fucking hard work on this case to revive it. You are the most recent to receive the baton—congratulations. Harold Love and all of the other predecessors to this case are your mentors. Good luck with that. I imagine they are much closer to retirement than you are. And that, like a lot of men, they can live with that weird shit in their conscience that makes most females want to dig a hole and die. Whatever. Maybe that’s why you called my brother, and Kristine Mihelich’s sister, Erica, to tell them the MSP was looking into this Gremlin “lead,” right before the media broke the story. Grow a spine, for a god’s sake. I realize it’s easier to speak with someone closer to your age, but the PARENTS OF THESE MURDERED CHILDREN, Barry King, Debbie Jarvis, Tom McAvoy, the parents of Jill Robinson, as well as the only surviving relative of Mark Stebbins, his brother Mike Stebbins, deserve a phone call from you. I know it sucks. But that’s what happens when an agency doesn’t solve a case, and gets passed on from person to person. All you have to do before such a call is put yourself in another person’s place. What would you expect? It isn’t that hard. And, believe it or not, the family members will appreciate your effort. Especially in light of what has happened over the past almost-four decades. If we asked questions that you can’t answer for whatever reason, just say so. We aren’t that pathetic or dumb. Jesus, is it so hard?!
“All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.” –Arthur Schopenbauer (1788-1860)
I dug deep and found the letter I was referring to in the prior post. This letter was with a letter I received from an inmate in one of Michigan’s fine facilities. I had intended to respond to both letters much prior to this date. In fact, I segregated them out so I would pay extra attention to them. So much for that theory. In my defense, this shit totally bums me out and I deal with it when I can, or under total pressure. Tonight, it’s the latter. I want someone to read this before mid-morning tomorrow.
Readers, you are smart; make of this what you will. I will only make this observation: Berkley PD, you continue to reek in all of this.
Next up, I will try to convey the essence of the inmate’s letter without leaving any identifiers. When I clerked for a judge on the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals, I saw more than a few civil rights violations lawsuits filed by inmates. I have some idea what happens to inmates that rock the boat. And this particular guy is someone with only hypotheses (as far as I’m concerned), not demonstrable facts. So why subject him to the kind of torment that someone like, say . . . Maybe an Arch Sloan should be subjected to?
Here is a recent email I received from a reader. I received a more in-depth letter via mail from this person many weeks ago and had not yet addressed the issues raised. I have torn apart my files looking for the letter and have not yet found it. This recent email prompted my search:
Thank you for all your recent posts. They disturb me to no end. It appears that Mr. Kalbfleisch (sp) wanted to do the right thing. . . .. . .On your blog you let us know about the three sitings regarding the car. I will never back away from what my old boyfriend said at the time about the green, mid size pontiac that he saw when Kristine came into “Tic Toc” that night. When I saw your post / picture of the dark green Le Mans I got the chills. I do not know if you want to share this info with your readers. I think they will find it interesting that there were actually four “car” sitings(sp). This was reported to the Berkley police by him and by me several times throughout the years. You can tell my story if you wish. In regards to the small/blue/white stripped car… I think that was the Busch Vega actually, and not the Gremlin. Wasn’t the Gremlin more popular than the Vega? I don’t think I ever saw a Vega like that.Thank you again for all your hard work.
This is one of the stat pages attached to my blog. Number-wise, over the past 24-plus hours, there have been over 1,700 views. I haven’t had much to say; I merely posted links to the recent media coverage of the unearthing of car parts from a blue Gremlin with a white hockey stripe. Same kind of car a witness saw my little brother standing next to before he was abducted. I’m sure a bunch of these hits were from people who happened upon my blog while trying to read up on the blue Gremlin info. But the countries, aside from the U.S. and Canada, have all shown up in the past 36-hours or so. Lots of curiosity, I guess. And this is over only one of at least four cars that are associated with these crimes. Too bad police never made any of the other car info public in a way that could have actually helped. Blue Gremlin, blue Gremlin, blue Gremlin, blue Gremlin. Don’t you think, Dick Thompson and Brooks Patterson?
Glen Robertson worked at Ford in the 1960’s and maybe later, and also may have frequented Northville Downs (about 10 minutes from where my brother’s body was found in Livonia, MI). Anybody know of this guy, who may have been off-the-charts shaky, according to a few witnesses, the night my brother’s body was found? Maybe it was a coincidence. Depends on what his mojo was, I guess.