Masterful Masters on Our Masters
by
Becky Akers
by Becky Akers
Meet Tim Masters,
an American of superior insight. After DNA evidence forced the State
of Colorado to overturn his conviction for murder and free him from
its cage, Mr. Masters knew precisely whom to blame for his ruined,
stunted life. When
CNN asked, "Any hard feelings toward the Fort Collins Police
Department or the prosecutors in the case?", Mr. Masters responded,
"Oh, absolutely. They locked me up for a decade for something
I didn't do."
Yeah, take
a moment to recover from such stunning brilliance. I, too, sat thunderstruck
as I thought, Wow, someone finally gets it! But the perspicacious
Mr. Masters wasn’t done: he holds government accountable not only
for the years it stole but also for depriving him of basic human
relationships ("I
think they're very much responsible for me not having a family
right now, a wife and kids"), of employment ("The first
thing that comes up on a background check is ‘charges dismissed
first-degree murder’"), and of his youth ("…my high
school days when they labeled me a murder suspect among all my peers
and my teachers and everything"). He even blames the State
for tormenting the murdered woman’s family ("It's a damned
shame that [the police] did this to them, too, telling them they
got the guy when they didn't have the right person").
Contrast that
with the pass Leviathan’s other victims almost always grant the
beast. The economy’s tanking thanks to Wall Street’s greed and your
spendthrift neighbors rather than politicians who print money willy-nilly
while taxing everybody and everything – including
the air. Three thousand Americans died on 9/11 because Muslims
are crazy Islamofascists; the Feds’ unconstitutional, unconscionable
meddling in the Middle East had nothing to do with it. Government’s
minions incinerated families at Waco, not out of psychopathic brutality
but to
save abused children. Public schools graduate illiterates because
selfish homeowners refuse to fork over enough taxes for decent classrooms
and teachers.
Et cetera,
ad nauseam. However laborious or far-fetched, the sheeple prefer
to excuse rather than indict their god, the State.
Not Tim Masters.
He was a boy of 15 in Fort Collins, Colorado, when someone murdered
vivacious, redheaded, 37-year-old Peggy Hettrick on February 11,
1987. The killer knifed her from behind with such force that it
"splintered"
one of her ribs, then mutilated her corpse with a "partial
vulvectomy." Dr. Warren James, an obstetrician-gynecologist
from Fort Collins, would later describe this desecration as "requir[ing]
‘a high degree of surgical skill and high-grade surgical instrument.
… I find it highly unlikely that a 15-year-old could perform this
precise surgical procedure.’" Ms. Hettrick’s butcher also "carefully
removed" her "left nipple and areola" before
sponging the blood from her body and dragging its 115 pounds into
a field near the trailer where Tim lived with his widowed father.
Neither you
nor I would figure a 110-pound teen-ager for a suspect in a crime
calling for extensive knowledge of anatomy, surgical skills, expensive
equipment, and Samson’s strength. That’s one reason we don’t leech
off taxpayers at the Fort Collins Police Department. The whiz-bang
sleuths who do fixated on Tim largely because he passed the corpse
as he cut through the field on his usual route to school that morning.
He even paused to look at the body. But the lady’s naturally pale
coloring combined with her loss of blood had rendered her so white
Tim thought she was a
mannequin someone had dumped there as a prank. So did the bicyclist
who saw her from the road about 30 yards away a few minutes later
– until he noticed a puddle of gore at the curb. Then 38-year-old
Linwood Hodgdon called 911.
Tim didn’t.
He continued on to school. He was a quiet boy who "was
known to keep to himself" – perhaps because his redheaded
mother had died four years earlier almost to the day. Yet Fort Collins’
Finest let neither sympathy nor common sense impede them. They wondered
why Tim hadn’t reacted as did the older Hodgdon, who glimpsed the
body from a different angle and immediately reported it.
Worse, another
older man who should have protected the boy didn’t, thanks to his
faith in government. Tim’s father, Clyde, had been in the Navy for
22 years "’and felt you should obey authority,’" as Tim
explained in an interview with CNN. Clyde "thought police
were there to help." So he "initially told [his son] to
cooperate with police, a decision that ultimately would be his undoing.
… ‘We'll cooperate with them and give them anything they want and
then they'll see that you didn't have anything to do with this and
they'll move on,’ Masters recalled his father telling him in 1987.
‘It turns out that by cooperating with them it just encouraged them,
because I was the easiest suspect to go after. … It's just a shame
Dad didn't know how the system was.’"
Clyde so worshipped
the State that he allowed cops to search his home. They found the
sort of stuff in Tim’s room that typically fascinates teen-aged
boys: six
survival knives as well as "violent" sketches
Tim had drawn and stories he’d written. His "artwork,"
including depictions "of dinosaurs with arrows through
them, gruesome war scenes described by his Vietnam veteran dad and
horror flicks such as ‘Nightmare on Elm Street’ that father and
son watched together," had so "disturbed" a teacher
that Tim wound up in a "special-ed class …. The younger Masters
loved to write, and his goal was to be another Stephen King. Judith
Challes, the special-ed teacher who knew him best, told his reading
teacher, ‘You know, I'm not at all concerned about them (his writings
and drawings).’ Most of her kids scrawled horrific images."
But Tim’s creativity
and his knives had the cops off and running. "It's just unbelievable,"
Tim
says, "because here's all these stories and drawings that
have no nexus with the crime. There's no one being stabbed in the
back. There's no one being sexually mutilated. The only thing they
had in common with this crime is there was violence."
Clyde
left his son alone with the cops and their videotaped interrogation
for ten hours. If that isn’t child abuse, it’s tragically close.
And it demonstrates that those who blind themselves to the State’s
evil unleash catastrophe, not only on themselves but on the innocents
around them. Meanwhile, Tim’s
dignified, heroic silence as the cops badger, insinuate, accuse,
and threaten him earns this boy my nomination for "Man of the
Year." He simply, searingly shows them for the bullies they
are.
And I’ll bet
the cops knew it. Perhaps that’s why Tim remained their chief suspect
for twelve years. Their obsession kept them from investigating other
leads and far likelier killers.
In 1999, after
Lt. Jim Broderick unearthed "a
forensic psychiatrist who testified that Masters’ boyhood doodles
were evidence of a ‘fantasy rehearsal’ for the murder," Tim
finally stood trial. Supposedly, he had "single-handedly
murdered Hettrick in an ambush while she was walking past Masters’
house after a night of drinking. He killed her at the curb on Landings
Drive, then dragged her into an adjacent field where he mutilated
her genitals and breast by the light of a military flashlight. He
managed this without leaving a trace of evidence behind, or bringing
back into his house any evidence from the scene. Police never found
any blood, body parts, hair or fibers that could connect Masters
to the crime." Instead, they relied on "circumstantial
evidence to paint a picture of an anti-social youngster so wracked
by abandonment from the untimely death of his mother that he took
sadistic revenge on a passing woman who resembled her." That
was enough to convict Tim and sentence him to life in prison.
"They won their
case by assassinating my character," Tim
says. Once again seeing officials as they are rather than as
they want us to, he added, "My
opinion is that Jim Broderick, the guy in charge of [the investigation
of the murder], has a very big ego and would not allow anything
or anyone to convince him that he was wrong. He made up his mind
in the beginning, from day one when he walked into my bedroom and
saw my horror drawings and war stories, that I was guilty. Nothing
would change his mind."
From his cell,
Tim filed appeals. Courts either affirmed his conviction or refused
to hear his case. But when new DNA evidence exonerated him in 2007,
a judge vacated his sentence – as Tim did prison in early 2008.
Ever the sore
loser, Leviathan begrudged its prey his freedom. "Though
out of prison, Masters still carries the label ‘suspect.’ District
Attorney Larry Abrahamson made that clear in his order to dismiss
charges against Masters. The new DNA doesn't vindicate Masters,
Abrahamson wrote, but it ‘clearly warrants a complete re-examination
of the evidence related to the murder of Peggy Hettrick.’"
Tim mentioned his "[relief that] the charges were dismissed"
while also noting, "I didn't care too much for the language
of [Abrahamson’s] motion." CNN reported that Tim’s "attorneys
voiced a stronger reaction. ‘They're still trying to keep him on
a leash,’ said attorney Maria Liu. ‘They know there's not one single
shred of evidence against Tim Masters and they don't have the backbone
or integrity to acknowledge it.’"
Tim recently
sued his local Leviathan for "unfair,
malicious prosecution." While
private citizens showered money and other gifts on this wronged
man, the City of Fort Collins asked a federal judge to dismiss the
claim – and, for good measure, also requested that the court force
Tim to pay the city's legal costs. That doesn’t faze the victim.
At this point, he understands the devil so well he can quip about
his horns and pitchfork: "Right now, it looks like [the City]’ll
spend millions to not give me one." Gitmo’s
prisoners have received no compensation for the crimes committed
against them, and Tim
probably won’t either, though he estimates he
lost half a million dollars in wages as well as his house, a ’46
Harley, and other property.
No, the best
the State can do is investigate
– and clear – Lt. Broderick, though he "illegally
taped a conversation between Masters, then 15, and his dad,
Clyde Masters, at police headquarters 20 years ago." (Which
skullduggery backfired since "Masters repeatedly tells his
dad he's innocent." No problem: Broderick never divulged his
recording’s results to Tim’s attorneys.) Leviathan iced this foul
cake when it "censured" two
of the prosecutors who secured Tim’s wrongful conviction. David
Wymore, the attorney in charge of Tim’s victorious appeal, dismissed
that as "a slap on the wrist. … This man spent 10 years in
prison, and the prosecutors who put him there aren't even being
sentenced to an ethics class?"
Leviathan’s
mauling of this motherless boy offers many lessons. First, it exposes
the monster’s satanic ugliness. We should study it well despite
the stench so we understand what we’re fighting.
The second
lesson is for parents. When you teach your kids that poison, fire,
playing in traffic, and strangers will hurt them, tell them the
State will, too. Warn them that anyone on its payroll is the strangest
of all strangers, a dire and often lethal enemy. Sure, government
boasts a good guy now and then; some of them worked to clear Tim
and win his release. But mixing sugar with cyanide only masks the
fatal flavor, making it even more dangerous.
Then there’s
the reminder that hundreds of thousands of Tims languish in prison,
whether Leviathan frames them as it did him or whether they’re genuinely
"guilty" of non-crimes. Barie
Goetz, an investigator who helped prove Tim’s innocence, says,
"Look, the system took his life and, in a way, his future.
We all want him to make it. But … he's got this stigma. The truth
is that I've asked people, 'Would you hire him?' 'Would you let
him date your daughter?' The answer's always the same. You get this
pause. . . ." Let those of us who have thus far escaped
the fiend’s clutches employ and embrace, nourish and nurture those
who haven’t.
Looking back
at his dad’s veneration of Leviathan, at the years and grief it
cost him, Tim
advises, "You shouldn't always submit to authority. Our country
wouldn't exist if everyone submitted to authority."
Sheer genius.
March
9, 2009
Becky
Akers [send her mail]
writes primarily about the American Revolution.
Copyright
© 2009 by LewRockwell.com. Permission to reprint in whole or in
part is gladly granted, provided full credit is given.
Becky
Akers Archives
|