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The female stranger

 



Vice President Aaron Burr’s daughter was named Theodosia. Alexander Hamilton, who was bitchy sort of person, spread rumors that she had an incestuous relationship with her father (part of the reason for the infamous duel).

Anyway, in 1813, following the death of her son, she boarded a boat at the port of Georgetown, then in Maryland today a part of Washington DC, and was never seen again. Several months after the War of 1812 broke out, Alston's husband was sworn in as governor of South Carolina on December 10. As head of the state militia, he could not accompany her on the trip north. Burr sent Timothy Green, an old friend, to accompany her instead. Green possessed some medical knowledge. On December 31, 1812, Alston sailed aboard the schooner Patriot from Georgetown, South Carolina. The Patriot was a famously fast ship.

After she left port, the Patriot was never heard from again. Rumors about what happened to the ship were far and wide. Some said the Patriot had been captured by pirates. Another said that the Patriot had fallen prey to the wreckers known as the Carolina "bankers," who operated near Nags Head, North Carolina and were known for pirating wrecks and murdering both passengers and crews.

Pirates may have gotten her, but that’s very doubtful. One wild story has it that she was in love with a Native American and left colonial society with him. Possible, but, again, very doubtful.( she was married to a fellow named Joseph Alston who was the governor of South Carolina. In all probability, her boat capsized on the rough seas and she drowned. She was only 29 years old.

A man named J.A. Elliott of Norfolk, Virginia, made a statement in 1910 that in the early part of 1813, the dead body of a young woman "with every indication of refinement" had been washed ashore at Cape Charles, and had been buried on her finder's farm.

A popular but improbable local story in Alexandria, Virginia, suggests that Alston may have been the Mysterious Female Stranger who died at Gadsby's Tavern on October 14, 1816. The stranger was buried in St. Paul's Cemetery with a gravestone inscription that begins: "To the memory of a / FEMALE STRANGER / whose mortal sufferings terminated / on the 14th day of October 1816 / Aged 23 years and 8 months."

The Lewis Boys

 



Lilburne and Isham Lewis were the sons of Dr. Charles Lilburn Lewis as well as President Thomas Jefferson’s nephews. The brothers were also related to Meriwether Lewis of Lewis and Clark fame. They owned an enormous farm in Kentucky, were constantly broke and nearly always drunk….and they were mean drunks.

On the afternoon of December 15, 1811 the brothers were, of course, drunk and Lilburne ordered a 17-year-old slave named George to fill a pitcher of water. (He was named George Lewis but also known as Slave George or Lilburn Lewis' slave George)

George dropped the jar, and the brothers snapped. Lilburne and Isham dragged George into a plantation kitchen, chained him to the floor, and ordered their other slaves to build a fire.

Lilburne pulled out an axe and chopped off George’s head. The brothers then ordered the slaves to dismember the body and toss it in the fireplace.

The Lewises probably would’ve gotten away with their crime if an earthquake, The New Madrid quake, hadn’t struck the very next day at 3:15 a.m. Eastern time. It was and remains the most powerful earthquake ever recorded east of the Rocky mountains. In the days afterward, the brothers made other slaves rebuild the chimney and hide the remains within it. Two additional megaquakes jolted the region on January 23, 1812 and February 7, 1812. The second caused a partial collapse of the chimney that had concealed George's remains.

In early March 1812, a neighborhood dog retrieved the young man's skull and deposited it in open view in a roadway. Neighbors saw the skull and determined it had belonged to slave George, who was missing, and learned that he had been murdered. In slaveholding areas of the United States, the torturous murder of a slave was illegal.

The brothers were arrested and jailed. But after they skipped bail, the duo made a suicide pact. Things didn’t go as planned. The brothers intended to shoot each other, but before they could fire, Lilburne accidentally shot himself (Most accounts say it was suicide) and quickly bled to death. Isham took off only to be arrested a second time for assisting a suicide. No one knows what happened to Isham Lewis. Another of Jefferson's nephews, stated that Isham "escaped from jail in Salem, Kentucky and six weeks later enlisted for five years in a U.S. Army Infantry company. The day after Isham enlisted, war was declared against England." and "Isham was one of seven men killed on the American side" at the Battle of New Orleans.

The Instant National Russian Hockey Team of 1950.

 




On January 5, 1950, a small plane with the Russian ice hockey team, VVS Moscow, onboard, had crashed near Sverdlovsk (renamed later to Yekaterinburg). The crash was the usual story in Russia…… neglect, low skills, and low quality of air fleet all mixed together to cause another deathly incident. This time the entire national Soviet hockey team, 44 young men died in the crash. Vasily Stalin, Stalin’s son,  (among the many, many, other no-show jobs he held) was the team’ manager. As it was, he was already on the out’s with his father, a very dangerous place to be since his father was a paranoid psychotic mass murderer. So Vasily Stalin did what anyone else would do in that case. He didn’t tell his father about the 44 deaths in the sky. Vasily, who had a fearsome reputation for being more than a little nuts himself, kept the story out of the newspapers. He had the bodies from the crash buried in a mass grave near the crash site. Since, sooner or later, he would have to explain what happened to the team and the team's next game was in two days, Vasily found players who have the same last names as the dead players. He then secretly ordered the press to publish news about the team, using only their last names. Remarkably, the team he slapped together in 24 hours won the next game. They ended the season in 4th place and won the next three championships. After Joseph Stalin’s death in 1953, the team was merged with CDKA. A month later Vasily was arrested and judged as an “enemy of the state and ideology” but was only placed under house arrest. He died in the early 1960s due to alcoholism.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Connecticut high school suspends basketball coach, apologizes after 92-4 win

 


They live in a bubble. And that’s how idiocy like this is created and cultivated within the church I love so much. My family has been Catholic for at least one thousand years, maybe more. The church has molded and shaped me. It’s a part of me but I hate what it’s become.

I don’t know if the church will survive. I never considered it until recently but there are a lot of Cultist aspects to the church. A bunch of men, living together in a house for their entire adult life, dressing just like the other guys and never enjoying the company of women.   

Should it change?

11,000 allegations of molestation and outright rape have been leveled against almost 5,000 priest. And that’s just in the US. Worldwide, thousands and thousands of priest have either been credibly accused, arrested, or convicted of crimes against children.  

They have to burst the bubble, clean house and get rid of people like this PC thinking Nun. Well, I say have to. They don’t have to. It’s called Lay-Trusteeism and we don’t have it.  Unlike almost every organized religion in the US which adheres to Lay Trusteeism, they own it all. The millions of acres of tax free real estate, the churches, the convents, the schools. It’s all theirs and it’s a money machine. Despite cries of poverty, the church is rich.  

Anyway, below is an example of the PC dumb-think that’s driven me and millions of others from the church. Someone needs to explain to this Nun that in real life, you win and you lose, and when you lose you don’t get an apology and when you win, you don’t have to apologize for it. When her version of “Everyone is equal” is disturbed, she’s unhappy and demands her unreal twisted view of justice be invoked.

She probably hasn’t a clue how the world operates outside the bubble.  But this Nun lives in a convent, convents define bubbles. Whatever money she gets magically appears every week. Reality never, ever, finds its way into the bubble.

 

A Connecticut high school is apologizing and its coach has been suspended after its basketball team beat a visiting team by a whopping 92-4 scoreline.

School administrators at Sacred Heart, a Roman Catholic high school located in Hamden, Connecticut, has issued an apology to their visiting Lyman Hall High school opponents, who were left scoreless through three quarters of the girl's basketball game on Monday evening, Fox 61 reported.

Jason Kirck, the third-year coach of the Sacred Heart Sharks, has also been suspended for one game as the dominant win did "not align" with the school’s teachings and principles. "Sacred Heart Academy values the lessons taught and cultivated through athletic participation, including ethical and responsible behavior, leadership and strength of character, and respect for one’s opponents. Last night’s Girls’ Basketball game vs Lyman Hall High School does not align with our values or philosophies," Sister Sheila O’Neill, the school’s president, said in a statement to GameTimeCT, a sports website.

She continued: "Sacred Heart Academy Administration and Athletics are deeply remorseful for the manner through with the outcome of the game was achieved. We are in communication with Lyman Hall High School, the Southern Connecticut Conference and CIAC, and are addressing these concerns internally to ensure that our athletic programs continue to encourage personal, physical and intellectual growth."

 

 

The marriage shocked the British Empire.

 


Rose Boote was born in Ireland (or possibly to Irish parents in England) and as a teen, probably attended an Irish convent school.

A beautiful girl, she eventually found her way into theater and then became a chorus singer for the ever hustling Irish theatre manager George Edwardes. When she appeared in London in 1869 she was seen by an audience member named Geoffrey Taylour, 4th Marquess of Headfort, who fell madly in love with her.



After a whirlwind romance, the two announced their wedding plans.  

It didn’t go over well.

Lord Headfort’s entire family gathered in London and demanded he not marry Rosie.  Even the King himself stepped in an tried to discourage Headfort from marrying the girl.

But marry her he did, on April 11, 1901, and London society was scandalized. Not only had he married out of his class, but he also didn’t marry for money and worst of all, he had married a show girl.

Another shocker came when Lord Headfort resigned his military commission and then converted to Roman Catholicism. He served as a Senator in the Irish Free State from 1922 to 1928.

Rosie, she would be known for the rest of her life as Lady Headfort, had two sons and a daughter, all of whom lived in the family’s estate in County Meath in Ireland. During her later life, Rosie attended three kings' coronations at Westminster Abbey.

Her husband died in 1943. Rosie died in 1958, aged 80, at her town home in  London.



 

 

 

And then....


 

Late Justice: The tragic case of Lamonte McIntyre

 



                                                       THE MURDER

It started on April 15, 1994 at about 2:00 PM. word reached Kansas City, Kansas drug lord Aaron Robinson that two junkies he was looking for, cousins Donald Ewing and Doniel Quinn, were sitting in a parked car on Hutchings Street smoking crack, crack that Robinson was sure they had stolen from him. Robinson dispatched his primary enforcer a 16-year old named Neil Edgar Jr, known on the streets as Monster, to handle the situation.

Cecil Brooks, a drug lord and cousin to Aaron Robinson, said “I personally taught Aaron the drug business. He listened carefully and learned very quickly. Aaron started out on Delavan with me, and then he broke out on his own. I told Aaron how to get his own spot. I mentored him and taught him what I knew. Aaron learned quickly. It got so that he was even better at it than me, or certainly just as good, Aaron was a natural at business. Aaron and I had a tremendous love and respect for each other.

Although Aaron and I were tight, he ran his own operation. He was good to his subordinates and associates. He never cheated and gave everyone their fair share. Aaron had a number of little cats working for him.

A man whose street name was Monster was one of those cats. Monster was about 15 or 16 years old. Monster was the kind of person who would do anything, and he loved my cousin Aaron. He would do whatever Aaron wanted him to do. People close to me told me about the wild things Monster used to do and how crazy Monster was in doing so many murders. I know of two murders that he did - the two Quinns and this white guy. Monster killed a white man over missing dope. To my knowledge, that murder is still unsolved. The victim's body disappeared and, to my knowledge, was never found. This happened sometime in the mid-1990s.

Once Monster started acting out he would then live up to his reputation and image and would do what others expected him to do. He was a 15-year-old kid who somehow got molded into what his name meant - a monster, I told Monster one time that he needed a hug. By this, I meant that he needed some love.

Monster, wearing hair braids, dressed in black, got out of the car carrying a pump shotgun got out of the car and cut across a parking lot and came up on the side of the passenger’s side of the car and unloaded the shotgun into the two men and then ran back across the lot and disappeared. Doniel Quinn who was sitting in the passenger seat died immediately. Donald Ewing was seated in the driver’s seat was pronounced dead later that afternoon at the hospital.

“Monster got paid to do the murder.” Cecil A. Brooks said “He didn't get the whole ticket. He got $500, and the rest was due him but was never paid. Monster did the murders. I know Monster did it because Aaron told me Monster was the shooter.”

Monster knew that Aaron wanted Doniel to pay for breaking into the stash house and stealing drugs." A witness later told investigator sent to reexamine the case "Monster was the one who shot and killed Doniel and the other Quinn .... Monster was a crazy kid. He knew the victims were sitting around in the area. It didn't matter to him if there were people who saw him shoot in broad daylight.

Another witness, a woman who spent a great deal of time with Monster in the months after the murders, recalled him as being a controlling, manipulative and violent man with extreme mood swings. “Monster always carried a gun, usually tucked in his waistband, and everyone knew he was prepared to use it."

Monster essentially confessed to the young woman that he stole the money and drugs from Aaron's drug spot and then pinned the crime on the Quinn boys and “also made clear to her that he had "taken care of' Aaron's problem by killing the Quinns. “

                                                   THE INVESTIGATION

A few hours after the shooting the police in expectedly arrested a 17 year old named Lamonte McIntyre for the murders of Doniel Quinn and Don Ewing. The arrest was groundless, McIntyre was miles away from the scene when the murders happened, and he could prove it. He didn’t know anyone involved in the incident. McIntyre had spent the day with two aunts who lived in adjacent houses, a mile away from the crime site, and then went to a restaurant with his mother later in the day.

“When the wrong guy got arrested” Cecil A. Brooks said “We all knew that Monster did what the other guy was arrested for. The guy who got convicted for these murders had nothing to do with it. None of us had ever heard of him. Maybe we should have stepped up and done something, but that wasn’t how it worked.”

The murder investigation conducted by the police was sloppy and lazy and illegal on several front. As an example, ejected gunshot shells were recovered from the scene of the crime in 1994 but were never examined for fingerprints. The police never sought to examine his clothing, despite witness statements that the gunman was standing right next to the car when the shots were fired and likely would have been hit by exploding glass and possibly blood.

An affidavit from the former Kansas City, Kansas, police captain Randy Eskina called his department’s investigation into the crime “Grossly deficient.” It was “unusually brief and superficial and was characterized by multiple errors, failures and deviations from accepted police practices” and that the investigations deficiencies “span several categories, resulting in the reaching of premature and unsupported investigative conclusions” so that “potentially valuable evidence was never gathered, and the entirety of the State’s case rested on two dubious eyewitnesses whose accounts were filled with discrepancies.”

Ronald Singer, a forensic scientist with the Tarrant County (Texas) Medical Examiner’s Office testified that investigators didn’t test McIntyre’s clothes for glass or blood from the crime scene or search his home for the shotgun used in the crime. They also made no attempt to find a link that would put McIntyre at the scene. They also ignored many people who told them they had the wrong man.

“In my opinion” Singer said “because Mr. McIntyre was initially linked to the scene only through eyewitness testimony, it was essential that a thorough evaluation of physical evidence available be conducted in order to support or refute the eyewitness testimony. Failure to do so potentially hampered Mr. McIntyre’s ability to prepare an adequate defense.”

The investigating detective, Roger Golubski, knew the accused Lamonte McIntyre’s mother, Rose McIntyre. According to Mrs. McIntyre, in the late 1980s Golubski coerced her into a sexual act in his office and then harassed her for weeks, often calling her two or three times a day, before she moved and changed her phone number. “He had total power, and I was terrified that he would try to force me again to provide sexual favors. I also knew that there was no one I could complain to, as Golubski was known to be very powerful in the community and in the police department.”

At least four people witnessed the brazen daylight shooting. Two of them wrongly identified Lamonte McIntyre, from a photo lineup, as the shooter. But here’s why. Police detective Roger Golubski and a second Kansas City, Kansas detective returned to the crime scene the following day to show residents the same five photographs. Three of those photos were of Lamonte McIntyre, his brother and his cousin, all three men shared a basic family similarity.

Witness Ruby Mitchell: Mitchell gave a series of contradictory identifications and descriptions to the police. She had been standing at her front door and saw the shooter walk down the hill toward the victims’ parked car carrying a short, brown handled shotgun, which was true. She said he wore all black clothing, which was true, and his hair was slicked back, which is not true he wore braids. She said saw him pump the gun and shoot into the car then he walked back up the hill. When asked “Did you see his face?’ she said “Well, he’s brown skinned, that’s all I could tell.” Although the interview was part of the official record, that statement “He’s brown skinned” was never referenced at trial.

Later that same day, Mitchell contacted police to say that she knew who the shooter was, a young man named Lamonte (Meaning the otherwise innocent Lamonte McIntyre) but she had no last name. She recalled that she had met him before, through her niece. However the Lamonte she had met was a young man named Lamonte Drain, not Lamonte McIntyre.

Det. Golubski picked up Mitchel a short while later and drove her to the police station to assist in creating a composite likeness of the shooter. After creating the composite, she identified the shooter from an array of five photos, consisting of Lamonte McIntyre, a photo of his brother, a photo of his cousin, and two photos of other young black men. The array did not include a photo of Lamonte Drain, the Lamonte who Ruby knew through his contact with her niece and had originally told police that she recognized as the shooter.

Later, Ruby reported that as Golubski had driven her to the station on the day of the murder he made her very uncomfortable, telling her she was pretty, that he enjoyed black women and asked if she dated white men. She said that the remarks made her highly uncomfortable because she knew Golubski’s reputation for intimidating black women to elicit sexual acts under threat of arrest.

Golubski, behavior was known throughout the Department. His reputation for allegedly taking care of warrants and tickets for black prostitutes, if they provided sexual favors, was also known. Many people in the community saw Golubski in the company of prostitutes and reported that he rode around in his police car with them. Witnesses eventually came forward to say his behavior and reputation caused them to lie or withhold exculpatory information.

Golubski was so involved with black female prostitutes and drug addicts that he fathered children with some of them, according to an affidavit from retired police officer Ruby Ellington who said “Roger Golubski’s involvement with them was no secret. It was simply accepted as part of what Roger Golubski was able to do without repercussion.”

Cecil Brooks, the dope peddler, recalled Golubski and said that, “On at least two occasions, I personally witnessed Detective Golubski confiscate drugs from someone and not arrest that person. Once in about 1990 a young kid named Lamont Washington and I emerged from a dope house. Golubski confronted us outside the house. He took $600 to $700 worth of cocaine that was on Lamont, and then let him go without arresting him. Golubski did the same thing at a later date when Henry Williams and I came out of a drug smoker's house. Golubski took Henry's drugs and let him go. In both instances, Golubski never searched me for drugs. He knew I never carried them on my person. We all knew that Golubski would take drugs and then give them to drug-addicted black hookers in exchange for sexual favors.” However he was never called onto the carpet for his supposed behavior, in fact, he rose through the ranks and became a captain.

Witness Josephine Quinn: Quinn lived directly across the street from the crime scene. She was an aunt to both of the victims. She and her daughter Stacy were both home and witnessed the shooting. Josephine heard three or four shots as she walked out her front door then she saw the murderer pump his gun, shoot two more times, and run away. Her daughter, Stacy ran out of the house just before the shooting because she heard her mother and uncle arguing. When she stepped outside she saw them, her mother and uncle, in the middle of the street and saw the shooter approaching the parked car that held Donald Ewing and Doniel Quinn. Stacy shouted at her mother to get down. After Monster shot out the windows, Stacy saw that her cousin, Doniel Quinn, (Donald Ewing was also her cousin) was in the car and screamed to her mother “It’s little Don,” then ran to the car while her mother called the police. The next day, Detective Golubski showed Josephine the 5 photo line-up, but she could not identify anyone in it as the shooter. She did tell Golubski that her daughter knew the shooter. Josephine Quinn said that she could not make an identification, because she was up Hutchings Street and did “not get a good look” at the shooter.

Niko Quinn. Lived three doors down from Josephine, who was her mother. Police interviewed Niko Quinn three times. A Detective Smith first interviewed her at 2:46pm the day of the murders. She reported that she had seen the killer dressed in black, with a shotgun in his hand, walk towards the victims’ parked car, shoot the victims then walk back up the hill toward Hiawatha Street. She was standing at a tree between Ruby Mitchell’s house and a vacant lot when she saw the crime. She had been on her way to her mother’s house, just past Ruby Mitchell’s house. She said that she could recognize him if she saw him again. Then Golubski interviewed her. His report describes Niko Quinn as “still visibly traumatized by what had happened.” Seeing the photo spread, he wrote, she “began shaking, became teary eyed, and was very hesitant in making any statements.”

Golubski wrote that Niko Quinn seemed to recognize the photograph of Lamonte McIntyre, the same photograph that her neighbor, Ruby Mitchell, had identified the day before. Golubski wrote that Niko Quinn “put her head down and stated that she thought that this was the individual but was not sure at this time positively. But thought it might be him.” Golubski wrote that Quinn then excused herself, and the interview was concluded.

Sometime later, Niko contacted Golubski saying she needed to meet with him again. She had noticed two men on the vacant lot near her home and worried that they were connected to the murders. Golubski said that he would help her move away and later did. They met at the high school and this time, she identified Lamonte McIntyre’s photo as the shooter.

THE TRIAL

With one positive ID that seemed to have been given in exchange for safety, and a boatload of highly suspicious otherwise weak evidence, 17-year old Lamonte McIntyre was charged with a double homicide.

It’s truly a wonder that the case went to trial at all. The police had no physical evidence connecting McIntyre to the crime. They had not produced a gun, nor conducted a search of McIntyre’s house for either the gun or the black clothing described by the eyewitnesses. Nor did they produce any evidence that McIntyre knew the victims or had a motive to kill them. Five alibi witnesses accounted for McIntyre’s whereabouts prior to, at the time of, and after the murder. Yet, Wyandotte County Assistant District Attorney Terra Morehead told the jury in her opening statement that “numerous reliable sources, people, had indicated that the individual who was responsible for this was the defendant, Lamonte McIntyre.”

Gary W. Long was the attorney appointed to defend McIntyre trial. Long was placed on supervised probation by the Kansas Supreme court shortly after being appointed as McIntyre’s lawyer for errors made in three prior cases. And those errors continued. Long never reconstructed the crime scene and there is some question as to whether he even visited the crime scene. And he should have reconstructed the crime scene because a reinvestigation of the case years later did include a reconstructed the crime scene which raised doubts that Ruby Mitchell could have clearly seen the face of the killer from where she watched the incident through the screened front door.

At a June 1994 hearing in juvenile court that served both to determine whether McIntyre should be tried as an adult and as a preliminary hearing, Niko Quinn and Ruby Mitchell made in-court identifications of McIntyre. At the close of the hearing, the juvenile court judge ruled that probable cause existed, and that McIntyre should be tried as an adult. Long didn’t interview Ruby Mitchell and Niko Quinn. Despite police reports that Stacy Quinn could identify the shooter, Long didn’t interview her either. He later said that he learned after the trial that Stacy Quinn had seen the shooting, meaning he did little or no investigation into the case before he accepted it. Long’s poor representation of clients continued, and he eventually surrendered his license. He was disbarred in 1998.

With no case, the prosecution cheated. It withheld exculpatory information. Wyandotte County District Judge J. Dexter Burdette the presiding judge in the trial, had a romantic relationship with the Terra Morehead, the prosecutor, that neither Morehead or the judge disclosed at the time. So the case came down to the testimony of the two eyewitnesses, Ruby Mitchell and Niko Quinn.

At the trial, Ruby Mitchell testified that she picked out Lamonte McIntyre’s photograph from the photo spread the cops showed her and said she did not know McIntyre’s name when she chose him out of the photo lineup. However in the original tape-recorded interview, she said she had recognized the killer, and said his name was “Lamonte McIntyre.” Remarkably, McIntyre’s lawyer failed to question her about her previous statement.

Both Detective Golubski and Police Lieutenant Dennis O. Barber testified that they had obtained McIntyre’s name from “various sources” but failed to provide specifics.

A retired Kansas City, Kansas police captain, Randy Eskina, who investigated the case wrote in an affidavit that there was “nothing in the file to indicate that these sources did in fact actually exist…..The lack of proper documentation causes me to have grave doubts about the existence or reliability of any informant or tipster who supposedly provided the name of Lamonte McIntyre to the police.”

Stacy Quinn (Josephine Quinn’s daughter) who had the best view of the shooter, did not testify at trial. She was never even interviewed by the police and is was alleged to have had an ongoing sexual relationship with Detective Golubski. Stacy was a questionable witness anyway. She admitted on the stand that she was currently in custody, held on a parole violation following a theft conviction. And she admitted she used drugs, though she said her head was clear the day of the shooting.

Niko Quinn told Assistant District Attorney Morehead that McIntyre was not the shooter when she saw him in the courthouse. According to the Quinn, Morehead threatened her with contempt charges and said she would have Family Services take her child away if she changed her story, so identified McIntyre as the killer. Morehead then committed what are called Brady violations by withholding Josephine Quinn’s evidence from the defense and the court.

Josephine Quinn, went to the court to see if her testimony was needed but Assistant District Attorney Morehead said it wasn’t, however, while in the courthouse, Quinn saw McIntyre. The next day, Quinn called Morehead and told her that McIntyre couldn’t not be the shooter; his skin was to light, he was too short and had a professional haircut. Although Morehead was required to inform the court of Quinn’s statement, dismissed her by saying that the case “is in the jury’s hands now.”

And it was but not for long. In her closing argument, Morehead told the jury that McIntyre, who didn’t know the victims, had a “vendetta” and shot victims to “settle a score,” though no evidence was presented connecting McIntyre to the victims.

The jury deliberated a few hours, then broke until the next day, when they sought to rehear the testimony of the two state’s eyewitnesses, Ruby Mitchell and Niko Quinn. Later that morning, they returned a guilty verdict. In fairness, the jury had wrestled with the conviction. One Juror, Greg Lauber, later said that he was one of the two last jurors to support a guilty verdict, and that he was never completely comfortable with the result.

The mandatory two life sentence handed out to McIntyre, who, again, was only 17 at the time, was later rued to be excessive since it was not individualized with any consideration to his clean record and his age.

MOTION FOR A NEW TRIAL

(April 1996)

On June 6, 1997, Lamont McIntyre filed a post-conviction motion for a new trial contending that his original trial was not fair based on two issues - the district court's failure to give an eyewitness instructions and counsel's failure to present testimony from witnesses Keva Garcia and Willie Bush.

After McIntyre managed to rid of the incompetent Gary W. Long, the court appointed a new lawyer, Mark Sasche, to McIntyre’s case. Josephine Quinn gave Sasche, an affidavit echoing what she had told Prosecutor Morehead. She said she knew Lamonte McIntyre was not the killer because he was too tall, his skin was too dark, and his lips protruded too much. However, Sasche, for whatever reason (if, in fact, there was a reason) failed to communicate with McIntyre prior to the hearing, and once at the hearing, he failed to bring any evidence or witnesses or Quinn’s statement, or, for that matter even Lamont McIntyre, to court on January 16, 1998.

Like Gary Long, at the time Sasche represented McIntyre, Sachse was in trouble over another case he was handling. In that case, he never filed an appeal on behalf of a man he was appointed to represent who was convicted of murder, even when warned the case would be dismissed if he did not respond.

In another case, he ignored discovery requests from the opposing lawyer in a civil case Sachse had filed on behalf of a seven-year old who was injured in a car accident. The case was dismissed when Sachse failed to respond even when ordered to do so by the judge. When the family traveled weeks later for a pretrial hearing, Sachse met them at the courthouse and told them the case had been postponed; he failed to say his neglect had caused the case to be dismissed.

Those two were among seven clients who filed complaints against Sachse; in 2000, the Kansas Supreme Court adopted the findings of the disciplinary panel that Sachse had failed all seven thereby causing harm. The court ordered Sachse to serve supervised probation for two years. Six years later, the Kansas Supreme Court suspended Sachse from practice for a year after he failed to properly represent two more clients. And finally, in 2007, Sachse voluntarily gave up his license and was disbarred after disciplinary proceedings were pending against him in 17 more cases.

Still, despite that incompetence, Stacy Quinn testified at a post-conviction hearing in April of 1996, describing the shooting in detail and saying that Lamonte McIntyre could not be the murderer because he was too tall, his face was too long, and his lips were too big. She described his hairstyle as “French braids” not the style worn by Lamonte McIntyre at the time of the murder. Stacy also testified at the hearing that she had seen the real shooter twice since the murder and McIntyre had been jailed. Although he testimony clearly exonerated McIntyre, Judge Burdette rejected it as not credible. With McIntyre absent, prosecutor Morehead persuaded Judge Burdette not to grant McIntyre's motion for relief.

                                         THE REINVESTIGATION OF THE CASE

Twenty four years passed. The case came to the attention of the New Jersey- based Centurion Ministries, which fights for wrongly convicted prison inmates who are condemned or serving life sentences.

Centurion decided to investigate the case and on an initial review found that there were so many flaws that no reasonable juror would have convicted McIntyre if all of the evidence had been provided to that jury.

On October 12, 2016 an evidentiary hearing on the motion to dismiss was convened in Wyandotte County District Court. Family members of the victims who believed Lamonte McIntyre was innocent were among the first to testify. On the second day of the hearing, Senior District Judge Edward Bouker vacated McIntyre’s conviction. The judge said his action “was to correct a gross injustice” but did he said nothing of the gross misconduct on the part of Burdette, Morehead or Golubski.

McIntyre’s case, along with several others, prompted a new Kansas law, enacted in 2018, requiring the state to compensate victims of wrongful convictions. Under the new statute, McIntyre will receive $65,000 for each of the 23 years he wrongly spent in prison, among other benefits. The court also ordered that records of his conviction and DNA profile be expunged.

McIntyre was released from prison in 2017. In October of 2018, Lamonte filed a federal civil rights suit against Golubski and 8 other police officers. In March 2019, he filed for state compensation for wrongful incarceration.

Metropolitan Community College in Kansas City, Missouri, awarded Lamonte McIntyre a full scholarship to attend college at their Penny Valley Campus. He has since earned an Associate Degree in Business Administration. While in prison, McIntyre learned to barber. He is now part-owner of a barber school he graduated from and has opened a second location in Kansas City, Missouri. He is also a board member of Miracle of Innocence, Lamonte will finish his BA degree in Business Administration in 2019. “Being charged, convicted and sent to prison has been a surreal experience, like a nightmare I can’t wake up from,” McIntyre said in a statement. “It’s hard to believe it happened, and I still struggle with the question of why. I’m all right. I’m happy, you know. I’m here thanking God. I’m thanking everybody who supported me and been here for me. It feels good. I feel good. I’m happy.”

As Saundra Newsom, murder victim Doniel Quinn’s mother, said it best “Let him find a life. Let him be at peace. Let us be at peace.”

Aaron Robinson, the drug dealer who ordered the murders, was killed in March 1996. Monster is currently serving a 33-year sentence in Missouri for murder .

Morehead left the District Attorney’s office on September 12, 2002 and became an Assistant U.S. Attorney for the District of Kansas. She had not faced discipline for her conduct. Golubski rose through the ranks to detective and captain. He retired cement in 2019 last year. Judge Burdette is still on the bench.

 

Showdown at ower Gulch

 




On the morning of February 23, 1940, at 1438 North Gower Street, called the Gower Gulch, a cowboy named Jerome “Blackjack” Ward shot and killed another cowboy named Johnny Tyke.

The shooting was over a woman.

Both of the characters made their living as extras in the cowboy's films that were churned out then by studios although the poverty row studios more or less had a lock on the genre.    

Most of the cowboy extras gathered between films at the corner of Gower Street and Sunset Boulevard, which was near enough to the studios that the cowpokes could walk to work.

 Blackjack Ward had been a range rider most of his life, and, he said, had proudly served with Pancho Villa’s in the Mexican revolution of 1910. By the 1930s, the old west was completely gone, and Blackjack found his way into Hollywood. The man he killed, Johnny Tyke, another western film extra didn’t have Blackjack’s lineage. He was mostly a criminal who was wanted for a string of strong-arm hold-ups.

On the day Blackjack Ward shot and killed Johnny Tyke, a crowd of about fifty cowboy extras were milling around the outside the drugstore on the corner of Gower and Sunset. Blackjack Ward was there when Johnny Tyke showed up.

“I had known Tyke for quite a while” Blackjack said “ I fed and helped that varmint for years. A few months ago, he was in jail for drunk driving, but I didn’t go to see him and, when he got out, he kept pestering me because of it. We had arguments and he threatened me. One day he said he was going to beat me to death or else use his Bowie knife on me.

Well, we met in the drugstore where the boys hang out, and Tyke started in again. He got real abusive and called me names no man worth the powder to blow him to hell will take back where I come from in old Arizona, but I says, ‘Look here, you’re bigger than me and you probably could whip me. There ain’t no sense to this anyway, and I don’t want no trouble. I got in my car and started to drive away. Tyke jumped in front of the car and yelled, ‘No you don’t. Let’s settle this right now.’

Well, I usually carry my old gun with me; just a sort of habit a man gets into when he spends a lot of time riding the range. When Tyke tried to get in the car, I shot at him once through the windshield and drove off.”

 That wasn’t even close to what actually happened. Blackjack and Tyke had fought it out  down the street and into an alley. A witness said  “I tried to edge into where I could make them listen to reason. I heard Blackjack say, ‘You been botherin’ me for the last time.’ But Tyke was goin’ for a weapon. At least, it sure looked like it, because he passed up a lot of doors.”

Blackjack shot him and then shot again, in the head. He took off but was stopped by police a few blocks away. Seeing the cops Blackjack jumped from his car and pulled out his weapon and fanned the lawmen, frontier style.” But the gun was empty. The cops leaped on him, arrested him for murder and carried him off to jail.

At the trial that July Blackjack claimed self-defense, but no weapon was found on Tyke’s person. Another extra named Yukon Jake Jackson took the stand and pulled out a knife  saying, “This here knife was Johnny Tyke’s. I heard Blackjack testify that Tyke had said he was going to cut Ward’s heart out with his shiv. That started me to thinkin’.”

He said that just after the day of the killing, he had taken his Doberman out into the parking lot where Tyke had died. “My mutt started prowling round in some bushes. He dug up this knife. I didn’t think nothing of it at the time and stuck it in my pocket and tossed it in with my fishing tackle. I forgot all about it until I heard what Blackjack said.”

A shoemaker named Joseph Hebec, who made the steep-heel boots that the cowboy extras wore, identified the knife as the one that he had previously testified to having seen Tyke carrying shortly before he was killed. The prosecutor dismissed the case. But it was all over Blackjack, the studios didn’t want him around after that.

Tyke


Two months later, in April of 1942, Blackjack was drinking in the Roundup Café with a cowboy extra named Henry Isabell. Blackjack got things started when he called Henry Isabell a stool pigeon. Isabell punched Blackjack, knocking him to the floor. Blackjack answered by drawing his pistol pulled the trigger, but the gun was empty, so he pistol-whipped Isabell. The cops showed up and Blackjack was arrested for assault with a deadly weapon and served a year in the county jail.

Blackjack died in bed with his boots off,  1954, at the age of 63, three years after he was fined $50 for chasing a stall owner through a market with a meat cleaver after the man refused to loan him one dollar.






 

 

FICTION WRITERS ON FICTION WRITING

 


Bill Adams: I never think of the reader—not even when the story is in print. If I do, I think it is a remarkably odd world to contain such queer ducks.

Samuel Hopkins Adams: Damn the readers. I'm too busy with the immediate people of my imagination to worry about the dim and distant thousands.

 

Paul L. Anderson: The story only, when writing; consideration of the reader comes in the preliminary planning.

 

William Ashley Anderson: I think only of the story without regard to readers, on the assumption that a good story will never fail to find readers.

 

H. C. Bailey: A distinction between thinking of the story itself and of the reader is to me difficult. I suppose my mind is chiefly concerned to make the words express what is real in my imagination—but that implies considering a reader. Of course it is necessary sometimes in revising to simplify.

 

Edwin Balmer: On the story. When revising, somewhat on the readers.

 

Ralph Henry Barbour: In writing, my mind does its own centering, and it centers on the story. The reader gets a mighty small look-in. In revising, the reader is considered. But, as I've already said, I don't revise much.

 

 

Frederick Orin Bartlett: I never have my readers in mind either in writing or revising. It is extremely difficult for me to visualize a reader of any sort until the story is actually in print. Then I feel my audience only as individuals write to me or in some other way respond.

 

Nalbro Bartley: When I write, I think of only the story—never whether anybody is going to read it—or pay for it, for that matter. But when, after it has been cold-in-a-drawer for about a week, I revise, I try to think of the nature of the story which the editor originally ordered—whether or not it hits any forbidden spots and if the average reader is going to respond or not. I think impersonal revision is the most valuable sort.

 

Konrad Bercovici: I never have the reader in mind when I write. I do not want him to have me in his mind either. It is the story. Nothing else.

 

Ferdinand Berthoud: I'm afraid that in my amateurish way I center my mind wholly on my story—laugh and cry with my characters. However, now I'm learning and getting a little more experienced I am trying to be less selfish and to think of the readers.

 

H. H. Birney, Jr.: On the story.

 

Farnham Bishop: Write for the story, revise for the reader. Except that, whenever explaining anything, I keep trying to be clear enough for the layman, accurate enough for the expert, and interesting enough for both. (Result of ten years lecturing on semi-technical subjects to general audiences.)

 

Algernon Blackwood: I never give the reader a single thought. To some imaginary reader, sitting at a desk inside my own mind, I tell my story. It is written to express—to relieve—an emotion in my own being. It is never written to please other readers or any imaginable public.

 

Max Bonter: As closely as I have been able to come to it, I am a dual personality when I write. My imagination invents, but reason checks. Reason seems in my case to represent prospective readers.

 

Katharine Holland Brown: First, write down all the story before it gets away. With no regard for any reader. Second, revise, and try to make the story intelligible and to make it march.

 

F. R. Buckley: I center my mind on the story. I have thought of the readers beforehand, that is, I know what will go and what won't: have generally studied the magazine I'm writing for and got general atmosphere of the stuff it uses; can't get more than that. In this atmosphere I have framed the story as previously detailed. That's all I have to do with the readers.

 

Prosper Buranelli: I never think of readers—am never too sure I shall have any. You don't think of a third party, whom to convince, when you are working out a proof in geometry.

 

Thompson Burtis: I center myself on the story. Occasionally the readers enter the picture when I am using technical stuff which I realize I must write down to them.

 

George M. A. Cain: Am not clear about this. I endeavor to tell the reader enough to guide him to so much of my vision as is vital to the story. I think he seldom escapes my consciousness. I think of him as reading what I tell. If I am writing for public speech, I think of myself as saying the words to an audience imagined before me while I write.

 

Robert V. Carr: When I want to sell my story, I write with the reader in mind. When I want to enjoy writing, I forget the reader. I am not sufficiently egotistical to want to reform the reader, neither do I desire to uplift him or to change his prejudices and superstitions to fit my mold. I believe that intelligence decreases with numbers; therefore I am not a democrat. It has been my observation that nothing arouses the hatred of the average man so much as the power to do him good. If one has the power to hurt him, to destroy him, he will erect a statue in honor of the possessor of that power. But if one has the power to do him good, and he lacks that power, he will, sooner or later, fly at the possessor of the power to do good like a mad dog. Pessimistic? It is no more logical to hope for the best than to hope for the worst.

Why should I bounce a stone off the reader's head when all he asks from me is a shot of literary hop to make him forget the next installment on his tin canary, the ever-increasing double chins of his wife, his children who no longer make him feel a glow of pride by their resemblance to him, or his late patriotic debauch from which he is now recovering with a door-mat tongue and a general feeling of seediness? Why should I attempt to make a reader think, when I know so little myself? I should try to amuse him and let it go at that.

 

George L. Catton: It all depends. Tastes differ. Personally I don't care a penny for "blood and thunder" stories, all action to no end and without a theme or soul. But the vast majority of readers to-day want that kind of story and if an author wants to keep eating he's got to kill his own likes and dislikes for his stomach's sake. I like stories with action of brains, not brawn, but money talks. I have to keep my mind on my readers' likes and dislikes when I'm writing to keep my bread basket from blowing away. Otherwise I'd write what I liked myself, never think about my readers, and do better work—from a literary viewpoint.

 

Robert W. Chambers: The story only. In revising, the story alone.

 

Roy P. Churchill: My best stories come when I center on the story, but it is very hard when the readers' so-called limitations are so borne in upon you. For instance, terms and expressions of sailors seem to need some explanation when told to a landsman. Yet, do they? My most enjoyable reading is when the writer fires on regardless and lets you understand or not. Makes you work your own mind just a trifle to "get" what he is driving at.

 

Carl Clausen: Always on the story.

Courtney Ryley Cooper: Absolutely on the story. In revising, or rather editing, I watch the things that I know a reader will look for. But the story comes first. Because if it isn't a story—there won't be any readers!

 

Arthur Crabb: I think that when I write I have the story in mind and not the reader. The same is true in revising.

 

Mary Stewart Cutting: I center my mind on the story itself. I have my reader in mind in so far as I wish to write it clearly; in the vernacular "to get it over."

 

Elmer Davis: I used to center on the story itself, but they didn't sell. Now I center on the editor at whom I am aiming it. Yes, I know you will say that is all wrong. It is, for Tolstoy, Balzac, etc. But not for the sort of writers who make their living out of checks.

 

William H. Dean: My God! Never on the reader! That's fatal. If one tries to write to or for an audience, his work is worse than mediocre. I think of my characters and their destinies, think only of them—do my best to interpret, never to invent. If my readers like what I write, they agree with my interpretations. If any beginner should ask me to give him a single rule to observe, I should say, "Always write to interpret; you will go down in defeat if you ever deliberately set about to please any reader."

 

Harris Dickson: Don't think I ever have the reader in mind, except when in matters of local coloring I must consider viewpoints outside of the South and remember to make myself clear. Frequently I do not employ certain forms of colloquialism because the outside reader may not comprehend—and explanations are generally bad. In public speaking, however, this is different. There you face your audience and get a response. Many times the speaker practically follows his audience, falling into the same vein of thought and traveling along in harmony. Over and over again I felt this on the platform during our wartime publicity campaigns. Again, the speaker may feel a hostility or lack of comprehension in his audience, that he must go further, explain more clearly, hammer in a fact. Or he may feel that his audience has "got" his slightest gesture, that they comprehend fully, and no more is needed.

Captain Dingle: I never think of the reader. I lose myself in the story. I am my characters, in turn, within limits.

 

Louis Dodge: I think of my story, not of my readers, when I write; however, I try to finish my story—to put on paper what I have in mind, to make things fairly plain.

Phyllis Duganne: I don't think of readers when I'm writing. At least, I suppose I do in a way—I try to make people and things in a story convincing, and as I'm convinced at the start, I must be considering readers. But I don't think of them consciously; it's just the story I'm consciously considering. In revising, I think frequently of editors—after all, they're rather important.

 

J. Allan Dunn: I do not think I have my readers largely in the forefront of my mind, save as I know they are apt to clamor, through the editor, for the satisfactory ending. Which is one reason why I like to write for ——. There I am practically untrammeled. I am unconscious of an audience and I want to be.

 

Walter A. Dyer: I become preoccupied, when writing, with the story rather than with my readers, and I am afraid I too often leave the editors entirely out of account. I have, however, in the case of stories for boys, had to keep my audience in mind.

 

Walter Prichard Eaton: I never have my readers in mind when I write. My one job is to get into words the idea in my head. Alas! before I begin I consider whether it is an idea which will sell. That is because we all feel we have to live. In revising, I try only to make what I have written correspond more closely with the idea I set out to convey—and also, I try, often, to make my sentence rhythms more attractive to the ear.

 

E. O. Foster: When I write I center my mind on the story itself and I am ashamed to say that I do not have my readers in mind, except as I write I know there are over four million ex-service men in the United States who are probably watching to catch me in an inaccuracy. I also consider that I am writing about the time of the Spanish-American War and that the tactics and military evolution have changed considerably in these years. Fortunately I was also in the World War and know what the changes are.

Arthur O. Friel: The story excludes everything else.

 

J. U. Giesy: Mainly on the story, the scene and action I wish to paint.

 

George Gilbert: I think only of the story. After it is written I think of selling it. But although this answer seems to exclude the readers, it puts them first, for I have confidence enough in what I write to make me think that if it is printed readers will like it. If I did not, I would not write anything.

 

Kenneth Gilbert: When I write, my mind is centered on the story itself, but the reader is not forgotten, merely crowded back a bit.

 

Holworthy Hall: I never think of the reader at all. In the first place, I think of the story itself—and afterward if I ever consider any one else, it is the editor and not the reader. We are all constantly selling stories to editors, but never to subscribers. It is the editor's job and not mine—to consider what he imagines his subscribers want to read. During the actual writing of a story I think of nothing but the urgency of translating into words the ideas which are in my mind.

 

Richard Matthews Hallet: When writing I certainly think first of pleasing myself in the effects I fight for; but a habit of stepping out of your own skin and into the skin of a reader should be a healthy one and indeed is three-parts, if not the whole of self-criticism, without a wholesome infusion of which I doubt if much real work gets done. But don't start by trying to please other people. Please yourself first. As Walter Pater says of "that principle axiomatic in literature," that, "to know when one's self is interested, is the first condition of interesting other people." I have gone astray before now by deluding myself into thinking I was interested in a given story simply because I had decided to write it.

 

William H. Hamby: On the story itself. I never think of the reader unless it is some point that it occurs to me might be misunderstood.

A. Judson Hanna: I seldom thought of the reader, merely writing a story as it came to me, until I began receiving the circulars sent to contributors by ——. When writing now I try to consider the effect of a story on the reader. I always have the editor in mind as I write.

 

Joseph Mills Hanson: I think of the story; very seldom of the readers of it.

 

E. E. Harriman: I center my mind on the story—try to make it natural—vivid—strong. The reader may go to Hades for all I care then. All I am thinking of is the responsibility I have to bring this character out unblemished and with the affectionate regard of the public or to save that one alive and in possession of his claim.

 

Nevil G. Henshaw: In making the first draft I think only of the story. In revising of the reader.

 

Joseph Hergesheimer: Never the reader!

 

Robert Hichens: When I am writing, I do not think about readers, only about my subject, my characters and how I am expressing myself.

 

R. de S. Horn: When I write I consider the story alone, until it is almost finished or rather until the final corrections are ready to be made. Then I consider my readers only so much as to correct with an eye to avoiding technicalities which they might fail to understand. Every story in my opinion has one particular style prescribed by the story itself as visualized by the author. If he allows himself to be swayed by considerations of the people who will read it or the magazines that may buy it, he is playing himself false and I believe the story will show it. The thing to do is to write the story as your consciousness tells you it should be written and then leave it to the literary agent to find the magazine and class of readers that it will best fit. I think the best illustration of this fact is that invariably our best authors' biggest works have come before the magazines have had a chance to subsidize him and buy his output in advance, thereby purchasing the right to "advise" what form his work should take.

 

Clyde B. Hough: When I write I am not aware of the fact that there are to be readers. A standard is hung up somewhere in the back of my mind as a sort of goal to drive it, but my mind is really concentrated on the characters and their action, particularly their action.

 

Emerson Hough: I never think of my readers. Poor people!

 

A. S. M. Hutchinson: Most emphatically no. I never give a thought to the reader. The idea of doing so is extraordinary to me. It is impossible and ridiculous. How can you tell a story if you are thinking about its effect on the people?

 

Inez Haynes Irwin: I do not think I ever think of my readers at all. In writing I am always thinking of my own impressions of my work. I have to bear in mind certain limitations of subject which publication in magazines involves. That of course is another story. Revising is a work I revel in—and I think only of my own pleasure.

 

Will Irwin: In writing the story I have only the story in mind. In revising, I think of the reader. For by now I have the succession of events and pictures so clearly established in my imagination that I am likely to take too many things for granted.

 

Charles Tenney Jackson: The story alone. I have never given the reader much thought. Now and then I wonder what the devil's the matter with an editor!

 

Frederick J. Jackson: In writing I center my mind on the story itself; the same fellow who takes the hindmost can take the readers. If my story can interest a critical reader like myself, it's a cinch it will interest others. I have a large number of partly completed stories. They were never finished because they did not interest me. If they have failed in this initial test they are too dead to have much chance with others.

 

Mary Johnston: The story. In revising, the same.

John Joseph: I am quite sure that I never write a paragraph without pausing to consider the reader's probable reaction to it. Lately I have been learning to keep one eye on the editor too.

 

Lloyd Kohler: I think that as a rule I constantly keep my readers in mind while writing a story. At any rate, the stories which I have really wanted to write I have never written—because I know it would be dangerous to try to "get them over."

 

Harold Lamb: Think only of story.

 

Sinclair Lewis: Both, inextricably mixed.

 

Hapsburg Liebe: I don't have anything in mind but the story itself when writing a story.

 

Romaine H. Lowdermilk: I center on the story alone in the first draft. Thereafter I keep the reader in mind as I revise. Especially do I try to make each sentence and paragraph clear. I try to be merciful as well as lucid and say what I have to say as clearly and as entertainingly as I can without artificial means of tricking for interest. Though I do resort to sustained suspense in the body of the tale as well as bring in obstacles and the like much as we encounter them every day in our efforts.

 

Eugene P. Lyle, Jr.: I'm afraid my mind is centered mostly on the story itself and I'm not thinking of the reader. Get a good story clearly told and you needn't bother about the reader; he'll do the reading all right.

 

Rose Macaulay: Both.

 

Crittenden Marriott: On the story. I write a lot to "get it off my chest."

 

Homer I. McEldowney: When I write I center my mind rather intently on the story itself, with my reader, however, parked on the side-lines. I don't forget that he is there. I believe that I am coming to give him a thought more often as I write more. Undoubtedly I take him into greater consideration in my revision of detail, reference and diction than I did at first.

 

Ray McGillivray: I do all my deciding in regard to market, and all the work of reconciling recalcitrant characters to the dictates of good taste (as best I can guess both) before a word is written. Never was there a fiction horse which ran well with either of these check-reins on his neck.

 

Helen Topping Miller: When I write I do not consider my reader at all. I am concerned with my characters; I live, move, think and feel with them. Even in revising I do not think of my reader. I work hard for a true picture, and usually I find the reader gets it, if I have felt it strongly enough.

 

Thomas Samson Miller: Center the mind on the story, of course; but never let the reader—and editor—out of sight. Keep in mind certain peculiarities of editors, taboos of magazines, and, above all, take care to avoid offending popular tastes and prejudices, and keep in mind the average stupidity and that average human beings are non-visual and non-imaginative. At least I do so when writing with dollars in view. Sometimes—quite often, in fact—I indulge in truth and in beauty—in art, that is to say.

 

Anne Shannon Monroe: I never think of my readers: when I write I am galloping ahead on a lively good time of my own: and when it is all finished, I hope it will mean a good time to some one else—but I am not particular about that.

 

L. M. Montgomery: In writing a story I do not think of all these things—at least consciously. I never think of my readers at all. I think of myself. Does this story I am writing interest me as I write it—does it satisfy me? If so, there are enough people in the world who like what I like to find it interesting and satisfying too. As for the others, I couldn't please them anyhow, so it is of no use to try. I revise to satisfy myself also—not any imaginary literary critic.

 

Frederick Moore: When I write I center my mind on the story—I live it and sleep it until it is done. It exists wholly, just as much as the Grand Central Station exists. It has to. I do not think of the reader then, with the exception of what result I want to get with every word, every phrase, every sentence. But when I see it in type, then I think actually of the reader—and shiver.

 

Talbot Mundy: The story. Hardly ever conscious of the reader.

 

Kathleen Norris: In both writing and revising I never have anything in mind but the story itself, and the struggle to preserve consistency and verisimilitude.

Anne O'Hagan: My mind centers upon the story and I forget about the readers until the story begins to come back from the editors.

 

Grant Overton: I do not think I ever think of my readers when actually writing. Afterward in reading it over I may think of them. I do not think of them very much anyway. I think of how I like it myself.

 

Sir Gilbert Parker: On the story itself always, never on the reader.

 

Hugh Pendexter: I never have the reader in mind while writing a story. The story is as real as any news assignment I covered when a newswriter.

 

Clay Perry: I believe the "readers" are absent when I write, unless a dim nebulous sort of personality in the back of my head which might be called "One," and represent my idea of the composite taste and judgment of an average, well-educated person, could be called "Mr. Average Reader" (or perhaps a little above the average). If a story is worth writing, it seems to me, it must absorb the writer, he must live in it, become familiar with his characters.

 

Michael J. Phillips: I think the reader is pretty constantly at the back of my mind. He is always, though sometimes unconsciously, being taken into consideration.

Walter B. Pitkin: When I write my first draft, I think only of the story I am telling. When I go to the second draft I tend to think of both editor and reader. This is only roughly and broadly true.

 

E. S. Pladwell: My mind is centered on the story itself. If the story is good the reader will read. I wish to cater to the reader's taste only in a general way; that is, I know that all the mainsprings of human life and drama are the same to reader and writer alike, and therefore a story which appeals to the humanity of a writer must automatically appeal to the humanity of a reader, in a general way, always provided that the other elements of a good story are present, such as plot, technique, etc.

 

Lucia Mead Priest: I seem to have about all I can do to keep my story folk where they belong. It is perhaps unfortunate, but "readers" are a negligible quantity—seldom in the count.

 

Eugene Manlove Rhodes: Center on the story itself. Think of readers when revising.

Frank C. Robertson: My mind is always centered upon the story I am writing, except where some question of probability or plausibility arises. Right there I stop and work it out from an imaginary reader's viewpoint. Of course, in rewriting I have the reader constantly in mind.

 

Ruth Sawyer: On the story itself.

 

Chester L. Saxby: I do not have the reader in mind. I write stories that nobody wants because they don't come out pleasantly, or for some other reason. That's because anything worth writing gets a hold on me as a subject for thought and I want to express it for my own satisfaction.

 

Barry Scobee: On the story. Never think of the reader, unless now and then in difficult passages I wonder if the reader will grasp the meaning.

R. T. M. Scott: I have my readers always in the back of my mind, but just sufficiently to keep away from things like the war which editors are fed up on. (Perhaps the editors and not the readers are in the back of my mind.) Otherwise I forget the world or all of it which lies beyond the story.

 

Robert Simpson: I center my mind on the story only. Subconsciously, I suppose, my future audience is being considered while I labor strenuously over revision.

 

Arthur D. Howden Smith: Try to think only of the story.

 

Norman Springer: My tendency is, of course, to think only of the story while writing it. This query uncovers a curious thing. Now, when I write a story, I have a tendency to ramble. The trouble usually is that I am too much interested in my character. I like to investigate his feelings and thoughts at much too great length.

Well, I have developed a critic in the mind who works while I write. It is as though some faculty were standing quite aloof from me and the story, watching. When I wander into by-paths it checks me. Sometimes it doesn't, and I get into a mess. It is a faculty that is constantly getting stronger, and, like the fond mother, I have great hopes of it.

I've talked this thing over with other fiction writers and I find it's a rather common experience. Several of them told me that throughout their careers as writers they have been conscious of this slowly developing faculty for self-criticism while at work.

 

Julian Street: I don't have my readers in mind at all until after the story is done—save that I always try to make things clear to a vague some one to whom I am telling my story. But in writing the story—the people in the story—are everything. I don't think of editors, either. I write to the severest critic I have inside me.

 

T. S. Stribling: A "reader" never enters my mind. I never give a hang whether anybody reads it or not, or what they think about it so long as I can get past the editor and get a check. I want the check because I can't live in idleness without it.

 

Booth Tarkington: I don't have readers in mind—only myself as a reader.

 

W. C. Tuttle: I suppose that a writer should consider the reader, but I have never done so; it has always been a case of story first; feeling that, if the story is good, the reader gets the real consideration.

 

Lucille Van Slyke: Your question hits upon the greatest snag in my attempt to write. I find it bothers me excessively to have to keep any reader in mind; it's a mental hazard to me to think of anybody that I know personally reading what I am writing—a perfectly childish stage fright. (I qualify this—I dearly love writing a story for a child.) I am scared to submit a story to an editor after I have met him—don't mind at all having it slammed at fifty editors I have never met. Realize it's foolish and feminine and illogical, but it's so. But I do try to visualize a sort of composite reader when I am revising. Example—just now I am doing a year's ghastly potboiling—a thousand words a day six days a week for a newspaper syndicate. Each day is a separate short story, all hinge together—climax each sixth—larger climax each month with a bang at the end of six months. This is the most disagreeable writing task that I have ever tackled. It's plain deadly. But I never sit down to it that I do not lay aside my usual writing method. Remind myself of this: Whoever reads what I am writing now is a person in a hurry. I will have the attention at the most for not more than two minutes. Scattered or tired attention. I must literally jab. Short sentences, short paragraphs. Few adjectives and always the same ones when I mention a character already mentioned, so that I can save my regular reader's time. And I must write very carefully with extra clearness. This rubberstamping must be neatly done. Nobody has issued such orders to me but myself and I may be wrong, all wrong! But if I could visualize my magazine reader or book reader as clearly, I dare say it would be a very good thing for me as a writer. Only, I forget the reader entirely when I'm working on the thing that really interests me.

 

Atreus von Schrader: When I write I do not have my readers in mind. But I have considered them carefully beforehand ... also the editor to whom I hope to sell the piece.

 

T. Von Ziekursch: When I write the reader is an outsider and never has a chance. It is one of my biggest hopes to bring some fun and joy, some touches of life, some deeper thoughts to any who may read my stories; but I certainly never have and probably never shall give these possible readers a thought. I would write if I never sold a word of it. I wanted to for years when I never had an outside opportunity to get within gunshot of a paper and pencil; I could pour out a lot of those yearnings right here, but what's the use? Now I am in a place where I can write, I am fairly young and, believe me, I'm going to it with both spurs working hard. My mind is unequivocally centered on what I want to write. I hope to find markets for it and readers who'll like it, but I'd write it just the same if I didn't.

 

Henry Kitchell Webster: This question is answered, better than I can answer it here, in my contribution to The New Republic Symposium on the Novel, entitled, "A Brace of Definitions and a Short Code."

 

G. A. Wells: I consider nothing but the story. It is there to be told and I try to tell it to the best of my rather poor ability. The reader for me does not exist. It doesn't make any difference whether anybody reads it, other than a continual complaint of unworthiness of my stories would soon put me persona non grata with publishers.

 

William Wells: Center too much on the story. Am breaking myself of that bad habit.

Ben Ames Williams: When I write, my mind is on the job of writing. I never consciously consider either reader or editor. I try to tell the story in an appealing way. But if you ask me who I am trying to appeal to, I can't answer you!

 

Honore Willsie: In writing or revising I never think of the reader.

 

H. C. Witwer: In writing, I have nothing in mind but the story. A wandering mind is fatal to good work. I think of the readers when I see my yarn printed and—when I get the mail.

 

William Almon Wolff: On the story, emphatically and always. I take the reader into account, in revision, to this extent: My final revision follows a reading by a friend. I'm interested in whether he likes the story, but only academically—I can't do anything about that. But I want to know whether everything is clear. I will take infinite pains in revision if a comment indicates that I haven't explained something fully; if my meaning has eluded this reader. On that point I'm always wrong and my reader is always right—the fact that I can explain the confusion doesn't count. You can't follow your story, explaining every point readers don't understand.

 

Edgar Young: I center on the story.