“The narrative about the crimes is like a fucking black hole of evil and disgrace from which even light can’t escape.”

Thank you to the reader who sent this observation after reading The Kill Jar, by J. Reuben Appelman.  This description is so accurate, I wish I could take credit for it.  I also want to point out that since Appelman’s book was released, more than a handful of people have taken the time to find my email and write to say that they were almost abducted in Oakland County during the time period of 1975-1978.  I maintain that this was a prime hunting ground for kid victims because it was an area where police focused on traffic control and property crimes.  Pedophelia? Child pornography? Rape? What are you talking about?  Oakland County, you didn’t keep up with your prolific pedophiles and children died as a result.  Your Hamlet turned into Hell, and you did everything you could to hide that fact.

The list of people who created this black hole pales in comparison to the list of current-day people who have added to the disgrace.  I hope you are all some day soon revealed and, again as my close friend observed, “that you spend days in hell before you end up there.”

There are a wide variety of candidates, and they have one thing in common:  Covering.  Their.  Asses.  You will suffer no real repercussions, to new sure, but may you be revealed and reviled for what and who you are.  May you look in the mirror for the rest of your life, and that of your children and grandchildren, and know what you wrought.  Watch your grandchild play in the park and think about what you let happen.

And may the public come to a new understanding of how important local politics are.  Your prosecutors, your police chief, the people they hire.  Don’t ignore the shit right under your noses.  When something stinks, trust your instincts.  Or don’t.  Worry about your new deck or your new kitchen remodel.

Birmingham residents–everyone felt the same way you do now on March 15, 1977.  Do you really think what happened to my brother couldn’t happen to your kid?  To your family?  Do you have a prosecuting attorney who has a global agenda, or a personal, vindictive agenda?  I know you don’t worry about this shit; you are worried about getting your kids into the best college they can get into.  If you are young enough, you remember nothing of these crimes.  But trust me, your community is lined like a bad tin can with the evil shit that caused law enforcement and your people to turn the other way.  That is who you are.  It’s your fabric and your history.  It is all of you who refused to file charges when you found out the perpetrator was the son of a GM executive.  It is the neighbor who kept her mouth shut because she loved her little world on Morningview Terrace.  And here’s the deal–you fuckers should have come forward so victims of these child molesters didn’t have to.  Your soul should carry this weight rather than the rest of us.

A word to Ted Lamborgine and Arch Sloan–incarcerated in Michigan, presumably for the rest of their lives.  You motherfucking pieces of shit may well have been involved in these crimes.  I have often thought of writing you, but I will not waste my time.  You are both liars and I’m sure “have found God.”  Whatever god you have found is a false god.  I hope you both die lonely deaths in prison.   I won’t wish on you what you did to young kids.  “God has forgiven me,” said Lamborgine.  The fuck he has, you worthless piece of garbage.  Your minister is also a piece of shit.  The Universe does not give a pass to either of you.  And, Mr. Minister–you are a dumbass, like many alleged followers of “god” calling yourselves “christians.”  I bet you like Ted’s $$.  Let me tell you this, Mr. Minister:  your little lamb is a fucking monster.  FUCKING MONSTER.  The kind of monster that even money can’t forgive.  You all make religion what I know it to be:  BULLSHIT.  Your followers are exactly the pieces of shit we have come to know:  I need say nothing, because God has forgiven me.  Really?  What say your victims, motherfuckers? Trust me, I know Ted is an animal and that any “church” taking his “donations,” is what I would describe in layman’s terms as EVIL.  I look forward to discussing this with you, you Men of God.  Or your mothers.  Just like I would enjoy the chance to speak with Garry Gray and David Robertson, men of God from the Michigan State Police department who “worked” on my brother’s case.  Let’s have a chat, now that you are both retired, shall we?  Email me at catherine.broad@yahoo.com–but you know that address from when you guys hacked me, don’t you?

And here’s the deal with other men who have been associated in a more remote way to these crimes, but also incarcerated for crimes (not sex crimes)–and understandably given their backgrounds:  This is your last chance.  How much is your soul worth?  I know you don’t care about me, but how about those four little kids?  Four kids that were treated even worse than you were?  Who is going to go after you now?  All these motherfuckers are old now–even Jim Cox.  It may actually be a new day–where cops can’t off people whenever they want and get away with it.  When the cops can’t get a pass because they let a maniacal pedophile have a cop badge so they can help bust other criminals.  HOW MUCH IS YOUR SOUL WORTH?

You are what you do.  If you do bad things, you are bad.  If you decide to fucking follow that path, no one can stop you.  If you decide to come clean–even if you are coming clean as a victim who helped victimize others, I think there is some opening to forgiveness.  It’s darkness or something less than darkness.   I realize the choice sucks.  But how many more years do you have to live?  How much more pain can you inflict before you die?


Why DNA has to be re-run in cold cases given advances in technology.

Oh, and a shout out to police agencies properly cataloging and storing old evidence in murder and rape cases.  And maybe even in “suicide” cases that may be related to serial killings.


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