I had previously visited my father on Death Row, but this time was different. I was en route to Union Correctional Institution accompanied by two homicide detectives, intending to capture a conversation with my father regarding two murders he had mentioned to me long ago. However, my primary goal was to extract information about another murder—one he had never confessed to but that I knew he committed. This first victim, an old friend of my father’s, vanished after meeting with him, but that story is for another time. Writing about my father’s crimes is challenging due to the sheer number of his victims. I hoped that by asking him about this first murder, he might reveal something, making this visit crucial for solving another crime, while the two known murders became secondary.
The two-hour drive to Death Row was surprisingly pleasant, thanks to the detectives, who were incredibly kind and seemed to understand my emotional turmoil. We discussed sociopaths and the extensive damage they inflict on their families, noting how often the families of the perpetrators are overlooked. While society tends to focus on the victims’ families, there are always two sides to every story.
Before the visit, I had spent quiet moments in prayer, seeking peace about confronting my father. The thought of discussing these murders with him was daunting, and I realized I couldn’t face it alone. I find solace in situations beyond my control, surrendering the outcome to a higher power, which I did before leaving my house.
Growing up, I idolized my father and maintained contact with him even after his imprisonment. I would write to him about my achievements, seeking his approval despite his heinous actions. It’s a perplexing mix of emotions. I compartmentalized my feelings; he was both my father and a cold-blooded murderer. For those who have children influenced by a sociopathic parent, I can relate—I always knew right from wrong, and the deeper my father sunk into his wrongdoings, the more I recognized the chasm between us. Thankfully, I had positive influences in my life that guided me toward a better path.
Upon arrival at Death Row, I was quickly ushered into a private room used for attorney meetings. They wired me with a recorder hidden beneath my chair and summoned my father. He was unaware of my visit, and I was uncertain of his reaction to me being in this “special” space. However, I leaned on my faith in a higher father figure and refused to let worry consume me.
When he saw me, his shock quickly turned to excitement, reminiscent of how he used to con others. I spun a story about a powerful organization investigating corrupt police, which he had always claimed had framed him. I told him I could help him with his case, but only if I felt secure. I had previously avoided assisting him due to concerns about the publicity it might generate, but my true motive was the opposite—I wanted to ensure he never regained freedom.
Our conversation lasted about two hours. He recounted everything I had told the detectives, almost verbatim. He even discussed the murder for which he was sentenced to death, still denying guilt and claiming it was under appeal. What struck me most was the pride he took in his actions, labeling his capture as mere “stupid mistakes” and “sloppy” work. He wouldn’t discuss the murder I was hoping to bring up—killing a friend was evidently off-limits for him.
Leaving Death Row, I felt a sense of accomplishment, yet my emotions were conflicted. Despite witnessing my father’s enthusiasm for discussing his crimes, I felt sorrow for him and anticipated his reaction when he discovered my betrayal. I was once his favorite child, but now I was becoming his adversary. This, however, is what distinguishes me from him; I am grateful for my capacity to feel empathy for others, even when they may not deserve it.
In the aftermath, my father sent me threatening letters, as I expected. His shift from my ally to my foe provided closure, affirming his true nature. Over a year ago, he pleaded guilty to additional charges and received two more life sentences. The media coverage was minimal, but it was enough to validate my actions.
This experience has equipped me to assist others, which I view as a valuable gift. I would not alter my past, as I believe every experience offers lessons that can be shared to help others. While I enjoy recounting these stories, I prefer to focus on issues that may directly assist those seeking guidance. If you have questions or need support, please feel free to reach out.
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