Years ago, I took a class at a community college about criminal law. I had once entertained the idea of being a police officer and even lawyer. Several ride alongs with various police departments convinced me that this was not a path to take. Given today’s political situation, this is more true than ever.
It was early March in 2015, when my Criminal Law Class was cancelled due to a family emergency that the instructor had. I had time to kill and figured I would go to an exotic dance club, grab a soda, relax, put a few dollars on stage and enjoy the female scenery. Exotic dancers are a diverse and interesting bunch. From college students paying their tuition, to teachers/psychologists looking for extra cash, to single mothers whose kids get no child support, to the ones with serious mental issues and supporting drug habits. Often times, when sitting at the bar or stage, you occasionally find the one that doesn’t mind talking and telling you their backstory. It’s a business, and much of the time, you never really know whether or not to believe their backstory.
But that Wednesday March night would be different and tragic. For someone’s life would be changed and scarred permanently.
I thought I was finished for the night after spending around ten to fifteen dollars on various women dancing on the stage that night. The club I was at, is well run and known as a club that doesn’t put up with any dancers “going the extra illegal mile” or allowing drug dealers inside their premises. But sometimes clubs just don’t know and can’t control what person go through their doors.
I was playing one of the bar top video games when a taller, dancer wearing glasses approached me. She was flirtatious and seemed to have a few drinks in her. She tried to get me to go for a lap dance in the back area but I was not interested in her nor spending the money. She would soon start to grab various parts of my chest and neck in an effort to lure me away from my hard earned cash. Feeling a little bad for her financial situation (she said she barely made any money that night) I eventually told her that I would go visit her on stage There were only about four or five men at the bar, with only one other man by the stage, so I knew there was not much opportunity for her to make money dancing that night.
After more than a few minutes of her dancing and dropping another five or six dollars, the dancer then asked me if I wanted a lap dance by the Disc Jockey booth. I politely declined. She expressed her anger with me and abruptly walked over to the other customer on the stage about thirty feet from me. He was around my age, bigger and heavier and he engaged her in conversation when she went over to him. I would leave shortly afterward only to be shocked by a major news story two days later.
I saw his picture and immediately recognized him as the customer at the stage near me. This piece of shit had raped and brutalized a dancer and then attempted to take his life when the police tried to arrest him. He had brought this poor woman back to his workplace and raped her several times as well as repeatedly sexually penetrating her with an object. She saved her life by calling 911 on a landline that was in the office. The East Windsor Police barged in and tried to take this monster in custody but he unsuccessfully slashed his own throat. The rapist would survive his injuries and be arrested.
A few days later, I went to see the head detective of the department and tell him that I was at the club that night. He told me that they had enough evidence for a sure conviction and he would contact me if needed. The rapist would eventually plead guilty to a lengthy prison sentence. Future confirmation from others would reveal that the victim was indeed the woman who tried to get me to go for a lap dance.
I sometimes wonder, if I had gotten a dance or two could I have saved her from the horrible physical & mental trauma of what happened hours later to her. Would she still have gone over to her rapist for a dance and eventual disastrous arrangement away from the club later? I don’t think it would have changed things and I’ll never know anyways. All I know is that this guy looked like an average, harmless guy. What he did was unforgivable and he would eventually take a plea deal where he will serve several decades behind bars. I still shudder when I think about that poor woman, the physical & mental scars will never go away.
Sadly, this wasn’t the first time I encountered pure evil. It was only twenty-five years earlier when I would be a victim of crime by a monster and his accomplices while I was in College. I was fortunate I escaped with just a black eye and some bruises. I was lucky that night in hindsight because this piece of garbage would go on to take two human lives on different occasions. He’s walking free right now…. But that is a story for a another time……
The Suffolk County Police Department announced that “Jane Doe #6” also known as “Manorville Jane Doe” has been identified as Valerie Mack. The break in the case was identified through genetic genealogy technology.
As many of you know. On this day 27 years ago my brother Chad William White was murdered in his home, and his fiancé Dixie Kinser was shot, but survived. I was graduating high school in 2 days, and Dixie was to have her bridal shower the next day. I showed up right after it happened. Dixie was still laying on the ground outside of their home. Many of my friends and family were coming to my graduation, but they ended up staying for a funeral. It was supposed to
While much attention has been paid to Jennifer Farber-Dulos’s home in New Canaan, Connecticut (near the the New York border) as well as the last house where she and her husband Fotis Dulos lived in Farmington, Connecticut.
back in 2010. A house off of Sky View Drive in Avon which last sold for 3.5 million dollars back in 2010. Fotis Dulos was even hired years later to perform major interior work after the home sustained serious water damage from a burst pipe. Law Enforcement is reported to have looked at the residence after
the mother of 5 young children went missing from her New Canaan home on May 24, 2019. However, Police are silent about whether or not they are still looking at the large amount of woodlands that surround the property. There is quite a bit of woodlands surrounding the property, where evidence and even a person could be hidden.
When the commune group “The Brotherhood of Spirit” was formed, people from all over New England and elsewhere came together to live in a Utopian society. Led by a charismatic leader named Michael Metelica Rapunzel, the group had several properties in the towns of Warwick, Gill and elsewhere in Massachusetts. In the mid seventies the group would soon start to change directions and thus changed their name to Community Renaissance. By the mid 80s the group would be fractured due to different ideologies as well as banning the founder (Metelica Rapunzel) from all of their properties.
Angelina Sicola, was in her 2nd year at the University of Colorado at Colorado Springs and was also a martial arts instructor with a black belt in Taekwondoe. On May 2, 2013, the ambitious 20 year old was found strangled in her off campus apartment which was at 3807 Half Turn Road #315 near North Academy Boulevard and the Austin Bluffs Parkway. Angelina had only been living there for a few weeks. The days she was found, she was supposed to meet her father for an appointment. Because she was a black belt in the martial arts it is possible that her attacker could have received injuries such as bruising after the killing. The murder was only a handful that was not solved in Colorado Springs in 2013.
If you have any information about this murder, please call the Colorado Springs Police Department at (719) 444-7000 or at Crimestoppers at (719) 634-STOP if you want to remain anonymous. The family is also raising money for a reward for information that leads to an arrest and conviction in this case.
Hector “Macho” Camacho. Very few boxers and athletes had his swagger, skill, charisma and toughness. Born on the island of Puerto Rico in 1962, he and his family eventually moved while he was a child to the United States mainland and settled in the Spanish Harlem section of New York City. Camacho learned how to survive, fight and participate in a criminal lifestyle that he would continue on at different times during his life. An accomplished amateur boxer, he would turn pro and win three separate world boxing championships during his career. It could be argued, he was the best pound for pound boxer in the world when he was in his prime. Over the course of a thirty year professional fight career, he never got stopped or knocked out in a fight. Victories included that over such names as Ray “Boom Boom” Mancini, Vinny Pazienza, Fredie Roach, Greg Haugen, Rafael Limon and (Macho)was the only man to ever knock out legend Sugar Ray Leonard. Even the fighters he lost to such as Oscar De La Hoya, Felix Trinidad and Julio Cesar Chavez could not dominate and knock out “Macho”.
She was just 23 years old when she died on May 10th 1983. Nancy Argentino was the girlfriend of married WWF (World Wrestling Federation) Wrestling Superstar Jimmy “Superfly” Snuka, when she was found in a motel room at the George Washington Motor Lodge that she shared with Snuka in the town of Whitehall Township, Pennsylvania. Paramedics at the time noticed she had a critical head injury and she was rushed to a hospital where she would eventually pass away from a traumatic head/brain injury. A Brooklyn, New York native, she often traveled with Snuka whenever he was on tour in the North East region of the country.
The case was deemed suspicious as an autopsy revealed that Argentino suffered from several bruises and cuts prior to her death. It was also noted that the fatal blow to the head resulted from Argentino’s head striking a grounded or unmoving object. Despite suggestions from the Coroner and other Law Enforcement, the case was never investigated as a homicide until decades later when Snuka had an autobiography published that relayed things that incriminated him in Argentino’s death. Snuka is alleged to have not only repeatedly beaten ARgentino, but other women as well including his own wife. In September of 2015, he was charged with