But most good writers are Don Quixote at
heart, and unreasonableness is often a condition of art. Ha Jin, The Writer as
Migrant
The problems of Nauru
There’s a country, the world
smallest (eight square miles) and most isolated nation, named Nauru,
(pronounced NAH-roo) which is literally in the middle of nowhere, in the
Central Pacific about one thousand and four hundred miles off the coast of
Fiji. It’s a coral island just eight square miles, roughly the same size as LAX
with a population of about 10,000.
Nauru was, for hundreds of years,
one of the poorest countries in the world. Then in 1980, it was the wealthiest
country in the entire world. Then, in 2017, it was one of the five poorest
nations in the world.
So how’d the get rich?
Bird poop, AKA guano.
For perhaps
several million years seagulls on their way to somewhere else in the world,
used the island as a rest stop, leaving behind miles of calcified guano filled
with rich phosphates are used to produce high-grade fertilizer and other
commodities. Once the outside world realized how rich Naura was, that was about
1900, the Germans, the Australians, and the Japanese ran and robbed the place.
The Germans were, as usual, no joy. They controlled the island from 1888 until
1916 and banned native dancing as pagan. Today only a handful of elderly
Nauruans have even the barest recollection of how the sacred dances are
performed. Naura declared its independence in 1968.
Naurains started selling the
guano themselves and by the late 1960’s they were rich, really, really rich. By
1975 the country earned the equivalent of $2.5 billion — divided into a
population of 7,200. The Naurains spent money like there was no tomorrow. They
brought in contracts that built enormous homes for them, they imported luxury
cars. The government built an airport and a hotel.
By 1990, Nauru’s phosphate
resources became depleted.
Frantic, the country’s ministers
wrote up brand banking laws that said anyone with $20,000 could open a bank on
the island. The Russian mobs couldn’t get there fast enough and laundered over
$70 billion dollars there. The problem was the scheme absolutely nothing to
help the Nauru Republic. Nothing except to permanently place it on the UN’s
watchlist of slimy nations.
US Army bombing Japanese positions on Nauru in WW2
Next, Nauru invested in a doomed
musical called Leonardo the Musical: A Portrait of Love, a highly fictionalized
account of Leonardo da Vinci's creation of the Mona Lisa. The production was
plagued by problems with sets, costumes, and the depressing script throughout
its development opened at the Strand Theatre on June 3, 1993. By the time the
performance ended, nearly four hours after the curtain first rose, most of the
audience had left. The show closed five weeks late costing Nauru about
$7,000,000.The incredibly bad investment was the brainchild of Duke Minks, an
advisor to the Republic of Nauru and former road manager for an obscure 1960s
pop group, Unit 4 + 2. Minks co-wrote and co-produced the play.
Immigration is and always has
been a divisive issue in Australia. In 2001, a small boat filled with 434
Afghan, Sri Lankan and Pakistani refugees board got stranded in the Indian
Ocean. A Norwegian cargo ship rescued the passengers, but when the ship tried
to enter Australian waters to deliver the refugees to shore, they were refused
entry. The incident became known as the Tampa Crisis and ended after Australia
agreed to pay Nauru and Papua New Guinea to temporarily house the refugees.
It was called Pacific Solution
and on paper anyway, it made sense. Asylum seekers arriving in Australia by
boat would be sent off to detention centers in Nauru or Papua New Guinea. But
Nauru was overwhelmed by future asylum seekers and soon the detention centers
stated to look like prison camps and the refugees were treated like criminals.
In 2007, the Nauru camp shut down due to overcrowding and a lack of available
water which forced Australia to spend hundreds of millions to redevelop the
camps.
An asylum camp in Nauru
Although the facilities were
reopened in 2012 and despite the new additions, conditions at the camps didn’t
improve. The detention centers remained, essentially, prisons. But this time,
to keep the camps out of the press, Nauru’s, which is extremely difficult and
very expensive to reach, now charges journalist $8,000 to apply for a media
visa. Taking pictures inside the detention center is forbidden; so is carrying
a smartphone with a camera.
So what’s next for Nauru?
Well, the future looks grim. More
than 70% of Nauru is now uninhabitable due to overdevelopment phosphate mining
and the interior section of the island is stripped of all forestry and covered
in trash. Because of those factors, island unsuitable for farming and virtually
all food is had from an expensive imported can which increased heart disease,
obesity and diabetes among the tiny population.
Generally, 90% and the
country’s school system has almost completely collapsed, and unemployment is at
a steady 30%.
Rev. James Aingimea, 84, the
minister of the Nauru Congregational Church, said "I wish we'd never
discovered that phosphate. I wish Nauru could be like it was before. When I was
a boy, it was so beautiful. There were trees. It was green everywhere, and we
could eat the fresh coconuts and breadfruit. Now I see what has happened here,
and I want to cry."
A very viable but sad option is
to uproot the population and move to another island. In 1970, the Australians
offered an island off the coast of Queensland, but Nauru's leaders rejected the
proposal because they would not have been given complete sovereignty. Now they
are reconsidering.
Kids who age out of the foster care system more than likely will end up on the junk pile of life...we can change that
For Youth In Foster Care in New
York City, Anxieties Over College, Aging Out Remain
By Clarissa Sosin and Daryl Khan
NEW YORK — They had it all
planned out. Christina Young and her roommate would share an Uber together and
make sure they got to the graduation ceremony on time. They were graduating
from John Jay College in Manhattan. It was the Big Day, the day they had been
waiting for, working toward, and it had finally arrived.
Young remembers the buzz among
her classmates and friends. As a foster youth who came tantalizingly close to
dropping out of high school, the day held a special significance. But unlike
her other classmates, Young’s mind was elsewhere.
Young remembers the front she put
on that day. She didn’t want to let down the people who came to support her.
Young joined in on group photographs and flashed her wide, infectious smile for
the cameras. But on the inside she was anxious, consumed by one fear. As
everyone else was wondering which graduation party they would be attending she
was worried about whether she’d have a place to live.
Reaching this day was a milestone. Young is
one of a fraction of foster youth that make it all the way through to college
graduation with a bachelor’s degree. Only 50% of foster youth graduate high
school by the time they turn 18. Those that do graduate often do not fare well
in college. Only 20% go on to post-secondary education. The numbers vary, but
experts say that 1 to 11% finish their degree.
As a foster youth over 21, Young
had been part of a pilot program called the Dorm Project. It offered a solution
to one of the biggest problems facing foster youth: stable housing. It allowed
Young and a few dozen other students to live in their dorm rooms all year. When
other students went home for break or holidays, Young could stay in her room
without having to navigate the complicated foster care system and worry about
finding a new temporary home to live in until the semester went back into
session.
But when graduation day finally
arrived, the room she had called home — the first room she had ever had all to
herself — would be gone. She felt betrayed.
“I felt like I didn’t deserve
that,” she said. “I was diligent about my education. I was a good student. I
felt at that moment that the system kind of failed me. I figured if I did what
I was supposed to do and thrived that they’d have my back.”
The day that was supposed to be a
celebration was marked by anxiety.
“I was alone and I had to figure
it out on my own,” she said.
HUGE CHANGES BUT …
The changes in New York’s foster
care system have been staggering over the last 25 years, according to the
Administration for Children’s Services (ACS), the agency that oversees the
foster care system in New York City. By the end of 2017 there were fewer than
9,000 children in the system. That is a fraction of the more than 50,000
children who were in the system 25 years ago.
An emphasis on prevention saw a
44% decline in the number of children coming into the foster care system
between 2006 and 2016. The caseload for caseworkers assigned to foster youth
lightened. The number of children leaving the system and achieving what is
known as “permanency through kinship guardianship” — when a family member takes
over as legal guardian of a foster child — and adoption steadily rose as well.
ACS opened the Office of Training and Workforce Development, which developed a
variety of programs that, among other goals, help foster youth find employment.
Young, now a foster care
advocate, and other advocates worry that the average person is lulled into a
false sense of complacency when they see the numbers improve as they have over
the last several decades. There are a lot of little things she doesn’t want
people to forget. The biggest misunderstanding that the average person has
about foster youth, Young said, is that they’re taken care of and all their
problems are squared away.
“Technically we are called the
ward of the court; the government is supposed to be overseeing us and that
everything will be OK,” she said. “That doesn’t mean the youth are getting the
proper services they need and the resources that they actually deserve.”
Young wasn’t even formally introduced
to her first foster mother. The day they met, she gathered her stuff up in a
few garbage bags, was medically cleared, debriefed by her case worker and then
dropped off in a cab in front of a stranger’s house.
“My social worker gave me a prep
talk,” she remembers. “She told me, ‘They’re really nice, if you’re good and
follow the rules you should be fine.’ I didn’t know how to feel.”
Most kids can put a request in
for dinner. Maybe quesadillas, one of Young’s favorites for instance, or pasta.
Not in a foster home. If you want to watch cartoons, too bad. You don’t have
any say about what you watch on the television. Small but meaningful
interactions between a parent and a child, the in-between moments, are denied
to a foster child.
“You can’t ever weigh in. What
you think doesn’t matter. You always feel like a guest,” she said.
Young didn’t see a movie at a
theater until after she left the system because she had to choose between
budgeting her small allowance for essentials and hanging out with her friends.
So she often found herself getting bullied since she was never joining in
after-school activities. Or she was jumping from school to school across the
city. Parent-teacher nights were always rough. She’d have to come up with some
excuse for why her real parents weren’t there.
Moving from borough to borough,
always being the new face, took a toll on her.
“‘Oh, that’s my aunt, that’s my
uncle.’ There was always a lie, a little tale to tell,” she said. “Or simply
hope they wouldn’t notice.”
STOIC TO SURVIVE
Foster kids grow up obsessed with
not losing their temporary home. They don’t want to speak up or articulate
their desires for fear of losing a place to sleep.
“You do what you gotta do to keep
your bed,” she said. “It felt lonely. You don’t know who to turn to. You don’t
feel supported at all. You feel if you do cry out for help you don’t have
anyone to turn to, because it’s always this thing of you have to have somewhere
to sleep, you have to preserve your placement, you have to preserve your bed.”
So, she said, foster kids always
feel like they have to deal with whatever comes their way.
After a mad scramble she managed
to find housing after graduation. The security deposit was a struggle but she
has a home she calls her own.
Young now works as a program
specialist at iFoster. She helps foster children like herself navigate the
foster care system and transition out of it. She connects them to programs like
the Dorm Project, which helped her successfully do what so many foster youth
never get to do — graduate from college. She wants them to be self-sufficient
when they leave the system — and that means encouraging bigger ambitions than
just holding down a job. However, she sympathizes with that feeling. She
remembers her goal used to be to get out of the system and work. She never
considered pursuing higher education.
She remembered looking up how
much college costs and thinking her foster parent would never pay the high
price tag. She didn’t realize there were programs out there to help people like
herself.
“The light at the end of the tunnel for me was
just getting out,” she said.
She grew up feeling embarrassed
about being a foster kid. But that all changed when she entered college. When
she realized her status as a foster youth gave her access to grants, housing,
laptops and other essential supplies for excelling at school, along with other
support systems, her outlook changed.
“That made me feel empowered,”
she said.
Now, the light at the end of the
tunnel is law school.
I believe the police are a fantastic choice for this; they see the results of poverty first hand, on a street level.
Maricopa County sheriff, HUD
partner to help young adults transition out of foster care
Christopher Roth
Maricopa County Sheriff Paul
Penzone and Chris Patterson, a HUD regional administrator, speak Wednesday.
(Photo: Christopher Roth/The Republic)
The Maricopa County Sheriff's
Office and the U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development on Wednesday
said they will begin working together to help young adults who age out of the
Arizona foster care system when they turn 18.
The agencies will partner on a
program called the Foster Youth to Independence Initiative designed to help
those transitioning out of the system find housing to avoid homelessness and
other issues that can accompany that, said Sheriff Paul Penzone, during a press
conference to announce the effort.
Under the program, HUD will work
to provide housing vouchers for the young adults that will help supplement the
cost of renting an apartment.
"We are thrilled to have the
support of the government, supporting a program that helps foster children, who
are aging out of the system, get them into homes they can call their own. Not
having stable living conditions leads to the probability that they end in the
criminal justice system,'' Penzone said.
Chris Patterson, a HUD regional
administrator, said the effort is a first step in what he sees as an expanding
effort to help keep young adults coming out of foster care off the streets.
"I was in the foster system
as a youth, and I know how important it is to find places for foster kids to
find stable ground once they become adults,'' Patterson said.
"These vouchers demonstrate
HUD'S commitment to making sure these young people will have homes to invite
people into, and it gives them a sense of identity,'' he said.
The Sheriff's Office will work
with HUD in advancing the ongoing effort, though details on how the partnership
will work were limited at Wednesday's press conference.
Angel Peterson was among the
young adults making the transition who attended the event.
"Growing up in foster care,
my group home was more like family than friends. I hope the younger people
without families can look up to me and see that I was a product of the success
of this program,'' Peterson said.
Jillian Clark entered the system
at age 15.
"It was different for me
because growing up you think about what you want to do, and who you want to be,
and for me it was about who I was, and who I want to be. This program will help
me answer those questions."
Penzone said an estimated 15% to
20% of young adults who age out of foster care will experience homelessness.
On writing
“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery—isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.”
— Charles Bukowski (Factotum)
Let's rewrite the news and then complain that American's aren't buying newspapers anymore......
Dumb people now run print media. The industry is so broke they can’t afford editors anymore. Here’s an example. I’ve followed this case below. There is absolutely no mention anywhere, by anyone, connected to the case, that have dubbed this a hate crime. That is to
say, the lunatic murdered this child because he didn’t like his race, religion etc. But the AP service just couldn’t let the case pass without at least trying to turn this into a hate crime “Man who murdered black…...” and then later in the piece “…white inmate”. Only at the very end of the piece does the AP mention that the killer wasn’t charged with a hate crime.
Man who murdered black West Virginia teen dies in custody
GRAYSON, Ky. (AP) - Authorities in Kentucky say foul play isn't suspected in the death of a white inmate convicted of killing a black West Virginia teenager he had called a "piece
of trash."
U.S. Marshal Service Deputy Fred Lamey confirms 65-year-old William Ronald Pulliam died Thursday at the Carter County Detention Center. News outlets report that authorities haven't released his cause of death, pending an autopsy.
Pulliam pleaded guilty in August to second-degree murder for shooting 15-year-old James Means in 2016. Prosecutors had recommended a 20-year sentence, but a sentencing hearing hadn't been held.
In the criminal complaint, Charleston, West Virginia, police wrote that Pulliam described Means' death as "another piece of trash off the street." Pulliam wasn't charged with
a hate crime.
Relatives to dig up Gangster John Dillinger’s body
Relatives to dig up Gangster John
Dillinger’s body
Gangster John Dillinger's relatives have been granted a permit dig up the bad guy's corpse and have a coroner conduct a DNA exam on the remains of the corpse from a cemetery in Indianapolis where he was buried there almost 70 years ago. The family and many others believe that an imposter was buried in Dillinger’s grave and that Dillinger escaped captured and lived for decades under another name.
It won’t be an easy dig. The body
was is buried under five feet of concrete and steel on orders of Dillinger’s
father who was certain that someone would steal his body to sell for a hefty
profit. Old man Dillinger himself had been offered $10,000 to place John
Dillinger’s body on display. (Roughly $200,000 today)
The conspiracy theory
According to the conspiracy theorists, a petty thug named Jimmy Lawrence, who was said to have a resemblance to Dillinger, was set up to take Dillinger’s place and that it Lawrence who was shot in killed in an alley just to the right of the Biograph theater. Of course the problem with that theory is that once Lawrence was closed in on by the FBI, it would take the agents only seconds to realize that Lawrence wasn’t Dillinger…..unless, of course, the entire plot involved having the FBI knowingly murder Lawrence instead of Dillinger because the Bureau had a deal that would allow Dillinger to escape and disappear forever. Although Melvin Purvis, the special agent in charge was a flawed fellow in many ways, it’s extremely unlikely Purvis would have opened himself to charge of premeditated murder. Besides, Purvis wasn’t really in charge at that point. After a spectacular and bloody goofed up raid to get Dillinger and the Little Bohemia Lodge, FBI Director Hoover virtually lost all faith in Purvis and a hard-nosed FBI Special Agent named Sam Crowley to oversee Dillinger’s capture. Crowley worked alone on the case and only brought Purvis, who was in deep trouble with Washington and on his way out of the agency when needed.
The prolific Chicago author Jay
Robert Nash has been the primary advocate of the “Dillinger’s not dead” school
of thought. Nash and others contend that Dillinger escaped being arrested at
the Biograph Theater where the FBI, led by the diminutive legendary agent
Melvin Purvis, was waiting for him.
According to Nash, he has or had
fingerprints and photos of Dillinger as he would appear in 1960 that were
allegedly sent to Melvin Purvis just prior to his 1960 alleged suicide at his
home in South Carolina. According to Nash (more probably an accident). Nash
alleged Dillinger was living and working in California as a machinist, under
what would have been an early form of the witness protection program
(Purvis was reported to be
depressed just before his death, which was the result of the misfiring of a gun
he was cleaning. His death is not officially listed as suicide. If he did kill
himself, it was more certainly over the unsubstantiated story that he was being
blackmailed for certain behaviors more than being confronted with yet more
allegations of Dillinger not being dead.)
The actual
events in Dillinger’s death
The facts are that on July 21,
1934, the madam of a brothel in Gary, Indiana, who called herself Anna Sage
(Ana Cumpanas) called a local cop she knew ad asked him to contact the FBI on
her behalf because she had information they wanted on Dillinger. Her terms for
handing over the information were simple. She wanted a cash reward as well as
the Bureau’s help in keeping her from being deported back to her native
Rumania. Deportation proceedings had started against her at that point.
A meeting was arranged between
Sage and Special Agent Cowley. Crowley said that if her information led to
Dillinger’s arrest, she would certainly get the reward money ($5,000 cash, in
or about $100,000 today) and as for her deportation, he said that all he could
do was to inform the Department of Labor (which at that time handled
deportation matters) about her help in capturing Dillinger.
Agent Crowley
Agent Purvis
Sage agreed and told Crowley that
a girlfriend of hers, Polly Hamilton, a waitress, had dropped by a for a visit
with Dillinger, whom she recognized from a newspaper photograph and then she
offered this plan; she had arranged to take in a film with Polly Hamilton, and
Dillinger, but the theater wasn’t settled. They would either attend the
Biograph or the Marbro Theaters. Sage said she would be wearing an orange skirt
and white blouse, so that she would be easy to recognize. (In poplar legend
that later morphed into a red dress)
On Sunday, July 22, Anna Sage
called Agent Crowley to confirm plans about going to the theater, but she still
did not know which theater they would attend so Crowley sent full teams to both
the Biograph or the Marbro Theaters. On a gamble, Crowley went with the team
that was covering the Biograph.
Polly Hamilton and Anna Sage
At 8:30 p.m., Anna Sage, John
Dillinger, and Polly Hamilton walked into the Biograph Theater to see Clark
Gable in "Manhattan Melodrama."
Cowley ordered the squad sent to
the Marbro to rush over the Biograph and then phoned Hoover for instructions.
Since the theater was crowded, it was agreed that the agent would wait
(Theaters offered air condition
which very few homes had at that time and as a result, they were almost always
filled to capacity in the warmer months.)until Dillinger was outside on the
street to take him. Hoover also gave a specific order that if Dillinger, a cop
killer, offered any resistance, the agent would do whatever they had to do to
save themselves.
At 10:30 p.m., Dillinger, with
his two female companions on either side, walked out of the theater and turned
to his left. As they walked past the doorway in which Purvis was standing,
Purvis lit a cigar as a signal for the other men to close in.
Dillinger quickly realized what
was happening and a pistol from his right pant pocket as he ran toward a nearby
alley. Five shots were fired from the guns of three FBI agents. Three of the
shots hit Dillinger, and he fell face down on the pavement.
He was taken to the
Alexian Brothers Hospital and pronounced dead at 10:50 p.m. on July 22, 1934. (
14 years later gangster Roger Touhy was pronounced dead in the same room, murdered
by the mafia)
Exactly who killed Dillinger
isn’t known. What is known is that FBI agent Charles B. Winstead, Clarence O.
Hurt, and Herman E. Hollis fired their weapons, on command from Crowley, at
Dillinger.
Agent Crowley was later murdered
by gangster Baby Face Nelson in a wild shootout on November 27, 1934. Also
killed was agent Herman Hollis, one of the sharpshooters who stationed on the
roof of the Biograph Theater and the man who more than probably killed
Dillinger.
Anna Sage (Above) returned to her apartment
after the shooting and dumped Dillinger’s ample supply of ammunition left at
her house into a nearby canal. The girlfriend, Polly Hamilton, ran away from
the theater after the shooting started. She fled Chicago, but returned a short
time later, married and lived as a housewife on the North Side until her death
in 1969. Anna was paid the $5,000 reward money as promised (She said Crowley
offered her double that amount but that appears to be an out and out lie) and
Crowley did address the court on her deportation as promised but to no avail.
She was deported back to Rumania before the end of the year. She died there, of
liver disease in 1947.
Back to the
conspiracy.
The
fingerprints
The fingerprints on the corpse
supposedly didn't match Dillinger’s. Would someone in the Chicago Coroner’s
office make off with Dillinger’s prints? Sure they would. The coroner himself
admitted to stealing large parts of Dillinger’s brain to study as specimens.
Adding to this, the story was that, reportedly, while he was on the run,
Dillinger was said to have had a Doctor burn off his fingerprints with acid in
May of 1934. There is absolutely no evidence to back that story up. However,
the legend grew that the acid had little effect and Dillinger’s prints were
basically unchanged.
The reality is that Special
Agents M. Chaffetz and Earle Richmond took two sets of fingerprints from
Dillinger’s body minutes after he was gunned down outside the Biograph. Both
sets of prints matched Dillinger’s. A third set of prints was taken during the
autopsy and those prints matched Dillinger as well.
The eye
coloring
A story spread that the corpse
had brown eyes and Dillinger probably had blue eyes.
The main source of all of this
mix up falls back on the coroner’s autopsy report which went missing for 50
years until it was found by an Administrative assistant in a brown paper
shopping bag in a room adjoining the office of Dr. Robert Stein, the Cook
County Medical Examiner. The autopsy report says Dillinger's eyes were brown.
Author Jay Robert Nash said a 1923 Navy physical exam described Dillinger's
eyes as blue and the wanted poster issued by J. Edgar Hoover in March 1934 said
his eyes were gray. Adding to this is the fact that after death, there can be
some clouding of the cornea which would make identifying the actual eye color
difficult. brown. Author Jay Robert Nash said a 1923 Navy physical exam
described Dillinger's eyes as blue and the wanted poster issued by J. Edgar
Hoover in March 1934 said his eyes were gray. Adding to this is the fact that
after death, there can be some clouding of the cornea which would make
identifying the actual eye color difficult.
Heart problems
The conspiracy crown also points
out that the corpse was too tall to be Dillinger and the eye color was wrong
and the corpse possessed a rheumatic heart. and that Dillinger didn’t have any
history of heart troubles. But in fact, he did.
A Dr. Patrick H. Weeks, a
physician and psychiatrist at the Indiana State Prison in Michigan City during
the time of Dillinger's incarceration at the facility in 1938 wrote that
"During his term at the Indiana prison I was well acquainted with
Dillinger but came rarely into contact with him in my professional capacity.
The lad from Mooresville was not a hospital pest; that is, he was not one of
those prisoners who need medical treatment upon the slightest provocation
whatsoever. I examined him two or three times, however, and discovered
something about his physical condition, which is quite surprising and which,
incidentally, was never revealed in the press. John Dillinger suffered from
heart disease. He had a distinct heart lesion. The disease was organic. I told
Dillinger that he should never subject himself to great mental or physical
strain because it might hasten his death. I was confident that he would follow
my advice."
Much was made out of the fact
that neither Dillinger’s long-suffering father nor Dillinger’s sister Audrey
believed the corpse was John Dillinger. In fact, the newspapers made a lot of
hay out of Dillinger's father's only words upon identifying the body
"That's not my boy."
There were three reasons he may
not have been able to identify his son. One was that the corpse was bloated
because it had been exposed to severe summer temperatures and rough handling
inside the overcrowded morgue. Secondly, when Dillinger ran for it down an
alley when the FBI closed in, two FBI agents who were stationed on the roof of
the theater and a nearby garage (Since town down and replaced) fired downward,
piercing Dillinger’s face causing the blood clotted open wounds on this face
that the press (Without a trace of truth) described as "scars resulting
from inept plastic surgery".
Audrey changed her mind when she
and E.F. Harvey of the Harvey Funeral Home located the scar on the back of
Dillinger's thigh which he suffered jumping over a barbed-wire fence as a boy.
The disinterment of whoever the
hell is in the grave is planned for December 31, 2019.
