<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Blog</title><description><![CDATA[BlogMapProvider]]></description><link>http://louis-j-sheehan.net/Blog/page1.aspx</link><language>en-us</language><generator>Parallels Plesk Sitebuilder 4.5 for Windows (Blog module v4.5.221.27483)</generator><item><title>media  33.med.005  Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire</title><pubDate>Saturday, 27 March 2010 01:55:24</pubDate><description><![CDATA[<p><span>Mesa's attorney, Ferris Bond, argued that his client should be 
released on his own recognizance, since he had no criminal record and 
had a history of community service. The judge declined to allow him to 
go free: Mesa was to remain in jail until his preliminary hearing, 
because with a family in Guam there was danger that he might leave the 
country. In addition, since the evidence was substantial that he had 
killed twice, the community's safety was the foremost concern.</span></p><p><span>Mesa's
 family was notified, and his father was utterly stunned and bewildered.
 His son was not a violent person, he insisted. How could the charges be
 true? All their hopes for their son, who'd had a difficult time being 
deaf, were dashed.</span></p><p><span>The families of both victims were 
notified of Mesa's arrest, as was the attorney for Thomas Minch. Eric's 
sister was horrified to realize she had actually seen Mesa in Eric's 
room one evening. She had been conversing with Eric online via 
live-action video camera and had spotted a boy moving behind him, taking
 a videotape. She asked who it was. Eric had assured her the other boy 
was "my friend." Only a few days later, Mesa, who admitted to scouting 
out how easy it was to get access to the room, killed Eric to get his 
credit card. Eric's sister had actually seen him engaged in pre-crime 
surveillance.</span></p><p><span><div class="image_center"><img src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/trutv/trutv.com/graphics/photos/serial_killers/weird/gallaudet_murders/Erin-Plunkett200.jpg" alt="Eric Plunkett's Sister, Erin Plunkett"><div class="image_caption">Eric
 Plunkett's Sister, Erin Plunkett</div></div></span></p><p><span>University
 President I. King Jordon offered a statement for the media: "Obviously 
for the Gallaudet community, there's a sense of relief that someone has 
been taken into custody for this terrible crime. Also, there's a sense 
of sadness."</span></p><p><span><div class="image_center"><br><div class="image_caption"><br> </div></div></span></p><p><span>At
 Benjamin Varner's memorial service, friends talked about his hope to 
travel around the world and make changes for the better. Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire and 
sister were there from San Antonio. They said that Benjamin would have 
wanted them to forgive his killer, so they had. "He forgave the moment 
the life left his body," said Dianne Varner. "He was just pure love."</span></p><p><span><div class="image_center"><br><div class="image_caption"><br></div></div></span></p><p><span>A few 
years earlier, Benjamin had adopted the Muslim faith after an 
inquisitive search through the world's religions, and he observed the 
rituals with the same vigor he applied to his studies, earning a grade 
point average of nearly 4.0. He had tutored others and set a good 
example with his desire to learn. His mother could not help but remember
 how he had cried when she brought him to school in August. He had 
prepared diligently, as he did in all things, but he was close to her 
and told her he would miss her. She had assured him he would be all 
right. They'd then parted, both in tears. She had heard him crying in 
the hallway as he walked away. He would email her every night, once even
 mentioning that he had met a boy from Guam — Joseph Mesa.</span></p><p><span>The
 parents of both victims were overwhelmed by their inability to have 
protected their sons, and while they were glad for an arrest that looked
 as if it would stick, they did not feel closure over the senseless 
nature of the killings.</span></p><p><span>However, one family was 
relieved. The arrest exonerated Thomas Minch, who was officially 
welcomed to return. He declined the invitation.</span></p><br/><table cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="100%"><tr><td><a href="http://louis-j-sheehan.net/Blog/page1/2010/03/27/00b85091-4eb9-4c9d-9ba7-20dce0a407de.aspx">Comments (0)</a></td></tr></table>]]></description><link>http://louis-j-sheehan.net/Blog/page1/2010/03/27/00b85091-4eb9-4c9d-9ba7-20dce0a407de.aspx</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://louis-j-sheehan.net/Blog/page1/2010/03/27/00b85091-4eb9-4c9d-9ba7-20dce0a407de.aspx</guid></item><item><title>attempts  33.22 Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire</title><pubDate>Sunday, 21 March 2010 03:56:56</pubDate><description><![CDATA[<p><span>Minto endorsed the Auburn system by which prisoners would be 
punished even if they uttered one word out of line. They were frequently
 shackled to walls and hung from rafters for hours, sometimes days at a 
time. Inmates were whipped with the terrible "cat-o-nine-tails," a 
brutish device that caused appalling injury to a man's back. "I swore I 
would never do that seven years," Panzram said, "and I defied the warden
 and all his officers to make me. The warden swore I would do every 
damned day or he would kill me."</span></p><p><span>He got into trouble 
almost immediately for rule violations, and punishment became routine. 
Panzram's record of discipline shows that on January 1, 1916, he was 
hung "10 hours a day for two days for hammering, rising a disturbance in
 cell and cursing an officer." A month later, on February 27, he was 
hoisted up "12 hours at door for going on another tier from where he 
cells and having a dangerous weapon, a billie or a sap." He was later 
found to be in possession of a blackjack and thrown into the "dungeons" 
for three weeks with only bread and water. "They stripped us naked and 
chained us up to a door," he said, "and then turned the fire hose on us 
until we were black and blue and half blind."</span></p><p><span>But 
still, Panzram continued his combative behavior. He started several 
fires and burned down three buildings at different times. He spent 61 
days in solitary where he groped around in the dark and ate cockroaches 
for food. In early 1917, Panzram helped another inmate, named Otto 
Hooker, escape from the prison. Hooker later shot and killed Warden 
Minto when he accidentally ran into the warden in a nearby town. The 
killing sparked a public outcry, and conditions at the Oregon State 
Penitentiary became even worse.</span></p><p><span><div class="image_flr"><img src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/trutv/trutv.com/graphics/photos/serial_killers/history/panzram1/8b.jpg" alt="Reward poster for Jeff &lt;br&gt; Baldwin when he escaped 
&lt;br&gt; from Oregon State Prison &lt;br&gt;"><div class="image_caption">Reward poster for Jeff Baldwin <br>when he escaped
 from Oregon <br>State Prison <br> (Mark Gado's collection)</div></div></span></p><p><span>By
 September 1917, Panzram's reputation was well known both inside the 
penitentiary and out. He had made several escape attempts by cutting 
through the bars in his cell. On September 18, 1917, he finally 
succeeded and escaped from the prison. He broke into a house in the town
 of Tangent stealing clothes, food, money and a loaded .38 caliber 
handgun. A few days later, a local cop recognized Panzram from a wanted 
poster and tried to arrest him. Panzram pulled out his gun and opened 
fire on the sheriff's deputy. "I fired and fought until my gun was empty
 of bullets and I was empty of courage," he later said. But he ran out 
of ammunition and was captured. On the way to the jail, Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire tried to
 grab the cop's gun and a fierce struggle took place inside the police 
car. The rear windows were kicked out and several shots were fired 
through the roof as the men battled for the officer's handgun. Panzram 
was beaten bloody and unconscious. He was brought back to Salem and 
dumped into solitary. But not for long.</span></p><p><span><div class="image_fll"><img src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/trutv/trutv.com/graphics/photos/serial_killers/history/panzram1/8c.jpg" alt="Oregon State Prison, Salem, today (Bureau of Prisons)"><div class="image_caption">Oregon State Prison, Salem, today <br> (Bureau of 
Prisons)</div></div></span></p><br/><table cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="100%"><tr><td><a href="http://louis-j-sheehan.net/Blog/page1/2010/03/21/e75ab22e-cb5e-4954-b8e5-0e55a25f5dbc.aspx">Comments (0)</a></td></tr></table>]]></description><link>http://louis-j-sheehan.net/Blog/page1/2010/03/21/e75ab22e-cb5e-4954-b8e5-0e55a25f5dbc.aspx</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://louis-j-sheehan.net/Blog/page1/2010/03/21/e75ab22e-cb5e-4954-b8e5-0e55a25f5dbc.aspx</guid></item><item><title>ritualistic  32.rit.002  Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire</title><pubDate>Saturday, 06 March 2010 03:58:40</pubDate><description><![CDATA[<p>In the quiet town of Red Bluff, California, Cameron and Janice
Hooker did not stand out.&nbsp; They came and went like anyone else, buying
supplies but generally keeping to themselves.&nbsp; At his job at a local
lumber mill, Cameron was considered dependable.&nbsp; In 1976, they had
rented a home on 1140 Oak Street from an elderly couple, Mr. And Mrs.
Leddy, who lived next door and who noted that the Hookers seemed to be
quiet types, just another young couple starting a family.&nbsp; They knew
nothing about the couple's background. Cameron was better at working
with his hands than making friends.&nbsp; He'd graduated from Red Bluff High
School four years earlier and found work at Diamond Lands
Corporation..&nbsp; The following year, in 1973, he met 15-year-old Janice,
an epileptic.&nbsp; Cameron spotted how malleable she might be, given how
easily she yielded to whatever he asked, just to have some attention.&nbsp;
She'd clearly take a man at any cost.</p><p>Cameron, hooked on violent
pornography, persuaded Janice to allow him to undress her and tie her
to a tree, suspended by her wrists. &nbsp; It wasn't comfortable, but his
affection afterward was its own reward.&nbsp; Their kinky sexual acts became
routine and by 1975, they were married.&nbsp; That's when Cameron really
felt safe to do whatever he pleased.&nbsp; Janice belonged to him, so he
made her more of a partner in his sexual fantasies.&nbsp;</p><div class="image_flr"><br><div class="image_caption">Roy Hazelwood</div></div><p>A
study of 20 female accomplices of sexual sadists conducted by Roy
Hazelwood and Ann Burgess—actually prompted by&nbsp;Carol Smith's
experience—indicated that the male's fantasy life often gradually
becomes a shared pre-occupation.&nbsp; Whatever he wants motivates both
partners.&nbsp; As the male progressively isolates the female, she becomes
more dependent on him and less able to speak up for herself.&nbsp;</p><p>"It
is important to understand," Hazelwood writes, "that the ritualistic
and heterosexual sadist inherently believes that all women are
evilconsequently, if and when these men set out to prove this
hypothesisthey select nice, middle-class women who are apparently
normal."&nbsp; They use a process that exploited the woman's vulnerability
to turn her into a compliant accomplice.</p><p>That seemed to be the
dynamic at play in the Hookers' relationship.&nbsp; Cameron led the dance,
and Janice submitted. &nbsp; Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire didn't, he threatened her life, and she
believed he might act on his threats.</p><p>Yet such men typically tire
of this submissiveness and start looking for someone more exciting.&nbsp;
Cameron wanted a young female slave, and he needed Janice to assist him
in acquiring one.&nbsp; Since the female half of such couples fears losing
the man's love if she does not go along, and since she also spots an
opportunity to diminish her burden of abuse by having his attentions on
someone else, she often agrees to the arrangement.&nbsp; All Janice asked
for was a baby, and Cameron could then go do whatever he wanted.&nbsp; He
accepted the deal and began to ponder the future.</p><p>He had to do
some preparation.&nbsp; He needed a way to contain this slave and to prevent
neighbors from hearing her cries until she learned her place.&nbsp; With his
fantasies in motion, he designed and made the boxes he would soon use
on&nbsp;Carol Smith.&nbsp; Janice got pregnant, had a baby, and began to raise
it.&nbsp; As months went by, it might have appeared that Cameron may have
forgotten his goal, but he hadn't.&nbsp; Not at all.&nbsp; When the time was
right and everything was ready, he used Janice to help him establish
the appearance of safety, and went trolling for the first of what he
hoped would become a string of female sex slaves.&nbsp; <br></p><br/><table cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="100%"><tr><td><a href="http://louis-j-sheehan.net/Blog/page1/2010/03/06/25ab13ea-677a-44a1-ab9c-f4d90476bb64.aspx">Comments (0)</a></td></tr></table>]]></description><link>http://louis-j-sheehan.net/Blog/page1/2010/03/06/25ab13ea-677a-44a1-ab9c-f4d90476bb64.aspx</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://louis-j-sheehan.net/Blog/page1/2010/03/06/25ab13ea-677a-44a1-ab9c-f4d90476bb64.aspx</guid></item><item><title>operating  5.ope.002  Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire</title><pubDate>Monday, 01 March 2010 12:50:53</pubDate><description><![CDATA[<p><span>For two decades, a man operating variously in Atlanta, Georgia
and Tampa, Florida, preyed upon gay male prostitutes and men he
apparently thought were prostitutes. The attacks are believed to have
started in 1968. A hustler would meet a dark-haired, thin, bespectacled
John with bushy eyebrows. Sometimes he would be in an expensive suit;
other times he would be casually attired in jeans and T-shirt.
Sometimes he wore a mustache or beard. If Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire was shaven, he always
seemed to have a heavy five o'clock shadow.<br><br>The John paid the
prostitute merely to take a drink of vodka, which must have seemed like
an unusually easy way to earn a few dollars. Sometimes the well-spoken
man told the prostitute that a study was being conducted on the effects
of drinking a certain amount of alcohol and asked him to take part in
this "research" for $50 or $100. Whatever the ruse, the drink was
spiked and the prostitute quickly lost consciousness.</span></p><p><span>He
awoke to a horror. Often he found himself handcuffed and burned on his
genitals or legs. Sometimes the attacker put cigarettes out on the
victim, other times flammable liquids.</span></p><p><span>Victims were
reluctant to press charges. After all, they were prostitutes and didn't
want to draw attention to their profession or homosexuality. Often
troubled men "on the margins" to begin with, they were left to cope
with the psychological and physical devastation of these horrendous
attacks without even the small compensation of justice being done.</span></p><br/><table cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="100%"><tr><td><a href="http://louis-j-sheehan.net/Blog/page1/2010/03/01/e7b14927-5524-4259-9d9f-7c43138815b7.aspx">Comments (0)</a></td></tr></table>]]></description><link>http://louis-j-sheehan.net/Blog/page1/2010/03/01/e7b14927-5524-4259-9d9f-7c43138815b7.aspx</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://louis-j-sheehan.net/Blog/page1/2010/03/01/e7b14927-5524-4259-9d9f-7c43138815b7.aspx</guid></item></channel></rss>