ADVOCACY FOR THE DEAD: A GRASS-ROOTS EFFORT INTENDED TO 'SEND THE DEAD HOME' 2026

A GRASS-ROOTS EFFORT INTENDED TO

SEND THE DEAD HOME

Hello to all that received this email my name is Brian Happy Bryanson, and I grew up in Irving Texas. My family bought a house, and we took residence in 1972, and I lived there until the early 1990’s. I am looking for people who disappeared during the 1970’s through the 1990’s. You may have been told that they ran away or that their family moved but not once did they resurface or contact even their best friends or family members. One day some of them were in your classroom and then gone. With no explanation they had disappeared from your school, church, or work. They left their items just like a person expecting to return would. You may have seen distraught parents and never understood what had happened. As children in the 1970’s we were not allowed to ask and rarely were we told the truth. That is where secrets from our past find a place to hide.

My secrets stopped hiding in 1997 when I began to have flashbacks. These images showed me that the abuse I suffered was far more extreme than I once thought. I confronted both my parents, and each was extremely honest with me. My father laughed and was amazed that I recalled with such detail things that happened to me at such a young age, he laughed that entire conversation. Then my mother confessed to it all and added so much more as she blamed it all on my father. At that stage while I was attending therapy, I was diagnosed with PTSD while attending the University of Texas at Arlington. I graduated and went out into the world as a professional and thought I could leave that behind me. I had asked questions I received honest answers and solid supportive therapy. What more did I need so many never achieve this level of closure concerning their traumatic past.

Then my depression returned and it was far more intense than before, and my profession does not pay well, and the insurance was so poor that few if any took it and the number of sessions was limited to three. In my first session in 1999 I had a full-blown flashback with crying and screaming while at my therapist’s office. This was the first of many flashbacks that involved the abduction, torture, and murder of innocent people. Yes, this was my father committing these crimes, but my mother knew all along and always gave him an alibi when necessary. She drew maps to victims’ houses and made up a hit list of her own. Of the two she was my most intense and persistent abuser. Since December of 1999 I have been informing law enforcement agencies about these flashbacks and creating victim sheets for them which I displayed in three ring binders with plastic sheeting in hopes that they wouldn’t throw my cold cases away. For years the murders piled up and out went the victim sheets to any agency that I thought could do the research and eventually send the dead home. What occurred was that I became the subject and my history was investigated. As it sits right now in 2026, I have been investigated by numerous local municipalities, several states including Texas, and the Federal Bureau of investigation. I evidently came up clean in all these episodes but still no one would investigate the victim sheets.

On more than one occasion law enforcement has gone into my place of business or called my administrators in an attempt, to get me fired, these where my administrators explanations to me upon my return. I was off on those days and though they would tell everyone at my place of business that they had come looking for me they knew that I was off that day since I had told them over the phone. I have always been an excellent worker I love my profession and I am practicing my professional ethics even now though I am too disabled to work. It is true that I am now homebound and need assistance to get out and about. I now have more doctors than I have ever had before, and my symptoms are getting worse. My feet are so swollen that I now own a pair of size 18 boots just so my feet will fit. I had to choose boots since I can use the assistance of a boot hook to get dressed. My left calf is three times its usual size and I am losing hair in handfuls. I have been to the ER in Rockwall twice and they always send me home. I wanted to be honest about my condition I believe that I am starting to go downhill and that other more severe health conditions will follow. Thus, I needed to take my efforts to the next level and believe me if you have a traumatic past being open about it takes a level of bravery that I had to develop over the decades. I am not ashamed anymore, but people will attack you. If they haven’t worked on their traumatic past, then they will openly tell you how much they dislike you while never connecting the subconscious reasoning for their lashing out. This mainly happens with co-workers, but a few bosses have been very inappropriate too about their own lashing out. Hard-earned happiness becomes a target for those that refuse to work hard in therapy. I was a victim but I am not any longer now I am an advocate returning to right some wrongs to the greatest degree that I can.

What empowers me to push through is simple I believe that those younger than ourselves deserve to have us fight for their better tomorrow. For some it’s the environment others work diligently to leave as much wisdom behind as they can. Mine has always involved the welfare of children and how can I help them now and prepare them for their futures. Now most of that life is in the past due to my current condition. I still have many that I mentor and those that actually stop by to visit and help me with groceries and picking things up that I dropped and couldn’t reach for a week LOL. I explained this part of my life so that you would understand my current situation. I am failing the lost and my memories are the last time that they were seen alive unless they were saved for auction. Yes, my father was there murdering them while I was frozen in a stupor and unable to breathe and consequently would pass out. The frozen part is when the mind goes into deep dissociation and attempts to safeguard you with its limited resources. Then that event, maybe even the entire day or week will all be filed deep away in your amnesic box. Many do not ever remember their abuse and then often live destructive lives. Since my symptoms had such intense periods of depression I was either going to live in my bedroom or figure things out. From an early age I wanted to be part of the greater good and sleeping through my life was not going to allow me to reach that goal. Thus, I sought out therapy, and I put my full effort into whatever I was told to do, therapy was free at UTA. Meaning that I became a professional patient through self-help books, attendance in groups and individual sessions, and of course journaling.

START JOURNALING, KEEP JOURNALING, AND ALWAYS JOURNAL

If you have never attended therapy do this one thing and make sure to chart your dreams. Once you write out the content and the major players then figure out its theme. Place that into any AI and the response you get will help you grow. I use ChatGPT and what it gives me back allows me to journal again and get deeper than before. I was taught that your dreams are the window to your unconscious and making them conscious allows you to figure out what is bothering you and becomes the next thing to work on. If you find out that you’re like me then read my blogs and know that you’re not alone in this world. You must do your work, and you will only get out what you put in but it does pay off with large amounts of happiness. This will of course create a new issue and that will be jealousy just wish them well and step out of their lives and find people like the new you. After happiness is found it must be maintained and that part is much more difficult and it cannot be maintained unless you’re feeding it goof functional vibes, you can find those in nature and by staring out the window at waffle house. Just don’t mention my name since I got kicked out for loitering but before that happened my journaling was the best I had ever achieved up to that point. Watching traffic while sipping tea meditates me lol.

I wasn’t getting anywhere with law enforcement, and I even had to endure that my extended family members who are in law enforcement were trying to intimidate me by telling my immediate family members to deliver a message, “Stop sending in my cold cases” and “No one is going to investigate them”. There were other things in that message but that’s a different letter. No one asked where all that money came from, everyone played dumb. Now that I am trying to send the dead home those in my immediate and extended family are working diligently to deny the dead their course of justice. Once I had that message delivered to my ears, I knew that I could no longer stay behind the curtain in my attempt to avoid the over-exposure that will occur. When my condition is in its acute stage, I have a new flashback almost everyday within that month. Then I will have gaps my longest since 1999 has been 109 days, I even made that number a journal entry since I thought that at last it was all over. It wasn’t, it just was on hiatus and returned like a box of TNT under a magnifying glass. I didn’t know when it would blow but inevitably that smokey flume would arrive soon.

In 2025 I decided that if law enforcement wouldn’t publicize these cases that I would and here is my official letter asking the public for help. I will be emailing this letter out and asking for the recipients to forward it on and to check out my CPTSDcoldcase social media blogs. I will email anything needed to anyone who can help but remember our window is short. Though my parents are dead they can be tried posthumously and documentation can be made in court that cites these people as homicide victims. Then their names and dispositions can one day all be placed upon a stone memorial where everyone can see how damaging organized crime can be, especially when they partner with corruptible law enforcement. Yes, my father’s main crimie was a detective that rode the desk for missing persons. He was paid well to keep my father informed and to deliver him case files so that he would know what other detectives knew and then he would destroy those files. This is why law enforcement tells me that they cannot find files. Then when they reach out to detectives from that era no one remembers such cases. My quandary is why would you ask retired personnel from that era if it was they who were accepting bribes. No one wants to go to their grave with a dirty badge. My counter to this inefficiency is if they will not use their media then I will have to build up mine and do my best. At the bottom of my email, I have 21 hyperlinks to social media blogs that would help me for free. Please read them all, I tried to make them all a little different. I also made so many since I do not know what will work. I have a budget of $0.00 and am at the mercy of the internet to help me send the dead home.

What I am asking is for you who choose to start that conversation of who disappeared when and try and get me a first and last name. Do your Facebook search and if they never resurfaced send that information to whatever law enforcement agency you believe could do the most with it or send it to all the law enforcement agencies you can think of. Just make sure that it looks professional and is in a three-ring binder, so they are less likely to tell you they lost it, which has happened to me before. Once I began the three-ring binder with sleeves then I started to get phone calls and visits, and the FBI actually brought that binder to my house when they arrived under false pretenses. I was told in my discussions with law enforcement agencies that each investigation and exhumation will cost more than $50,000 and due to that no investigation will begin unless I can supply them with a first and last name. I was too young to know their names at that age adults are simply adults also when they make you a slave, you’re given a title of description and your name is removed. You will have all the extra pieces such as last year you saw them and what school and grade or where they worked when. Employment is a big plus since there most likely will be a W2 and school attendance means record of enrollment plus a classroom of witnesses. Remember you’re looking for correlated connections that will send you on a hunt of paperwork that must exist somewhere. Louisiana will tell you that they had a flood even though they are not in the flood plain and other municipalities will tell you that it doesn’t exist since no one wants to go look. Be aware that you must be cunning and above all else benevolently kind no matter the stress you smile and say positive things. You’re making friends not adversaries we need help not passive-aggressive vindictiveness.

Law enforcement members have stressful jobs and need our support. Believe me, because I know from firsthand experience. The officers, special agents, and Sheriff deputies that we have in 2026 are far better than those from 1976. Even if they treat you as they have treated me keep your chin up smile through the tears and cry at home. NOT online where they can pull that up at some later date when they are deciding your fate.

Believe it or not three employees of Lee Britain Elementary in Irving Texas went missing during the 1970’s because they ran afoul of my mother. I was in attendance there too in kindergarten through third grade. I witnessed the abductions of all three, one of them I will include at the bottom of this written request. Those incidents went through my dissociative state and got stored directly into my amnesic box before I ever made it home. Law enforcement would wait for my mother and I to leave and they would park their cruiser next to her red station wagon Lic number QDS194 to see if this time she would answer their questions. She never would and then they would follow us all the way home and park outside our house and wait for my father to get home. Then they would again try to get him to answer questions. This suspicion of being the culprit of abducting a person along with the law enforcement fan fair happened many times. Just a short list involved Pineville and Shreveport Louisiana, Tyler, Kermit, Sherman, Weatherford and Hurst Texas along with a quick discharge from the army that was never explained to me. In fact, my father never once spoke about his military service, I only knew he was a veteran because he had a full infantry kit and my Uncle Joe talked about it once while we were camping as did my mother but just once. Of these listed it is my belief that Pineville worked the hardest to convict him.

They had marked police cars outside our house all day and night. They often tried to push their way into the home, but my father and mother defied them. Then as always in the middle of the night we would flee to either Sherman or Weatherford Texas where the extended family lived. Kermit also became one of those places to run since my father worked in the oil fields. It took me decades to put all of what I am reporting to you now together. What I want you to know is that I wouldn’t have this much detail if it wasn’t for my parents taunting me with these facts. They believed themselves to be untouchable and they were right as hard as I worked to expose them and consequently find more bodies. My extended family was working to deny the facts. I know of no case in all the books and videos I have watched about true crime. Were one person faced so much opposition from his immediate and extended family, friends within the family, and institutions that correspond with the local, state, and federal government’s.

TO DO SOMETHING RIGHT IT MUST BE DONE IN THE BRIGHTEST LIGHT

Please be that flashlight that these cases need and send out many emails, then tell all your friends on all your social media, (look at my media and take what pics you need) after that start a list with all the quires you and your friends have made and hit the internet and get behind those pay walls that I cannot afford, then when your ready its library time where you will look through year books that are in the reference section and once you’re prepared and have a day off and geared up on Starbucks it will be the dreaded microfilm. I cannot stay up right long enough to research those flying wheels of information also I have two TBI’s from my abuse that resulted in disabilities in letters and numbers they all dance on the page. You will be my feet and eyes out there searching to send the missing home to loved ones. Then we are still not out of the woods, the search must be done the expensive way with radar and once voids are found then DNA samples of the dirt must be taken before family matches can be made and we also cannot falter on those that had no documentation at their time of departure they were lured from the catholic church on 183 and Esters under the pretense of domestic duties. After that is exhumation and determining who has a family to return to and who will need an orphan’s grave and will we get them a tombstone. Then will that dumping ground become a sacred place to remind future generations about what occurred or a forget potters’ field. This is my life and I ask you to join for whatever period you can. It’s stressful and not your burden but if you could just help me get the snowball started then the avalanche will occur and many can be with their loved ones again.

Just to conclude this written work know that the USA does not have a diagnosis for my mental condition, but the world health organization does. I suffer from Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder with dissociative amnesia search 6B41since that is the code the WHO uses for my diagnosis. Please read up on what you find and watch some videos I have sent so much educational information over the years to law enforcement, and no one ever reads it even my medical doctors refuse to advance themselves since they do not like working with what they refer to as psych patients. My social media blogs are filled with information that will help you and guide you on this journey. Also know that if you discover that you’re like me then know you’re not alone and that I wrote a poetry book that’s on amazon for people like us. It’s real intense and I make it bare since they are processing story poems no curse words no vulgarities those actions just keep us sick. Learning to speak properly and using the correct terms helps reach function much faster and you cannot maintain happiness with cruelty jumping from your lips.

If you need a place to start, I believe the two cases that I attach below here should be so simple. One was a boy scout and consequently must have had a troop. Then the other came out of the deaf education portable classroom at Lee Brittian Elementary right before she came to my mother’s aid. One was part of an organization that is still around and another would have had a W2 and paid taxes then out there somewhere is her degree from college. Added to this her family knew my mother was involved and showed up at the end of school to confront her, my mother loved these taunting interactions. The women of that family came to our house to try and bargain for her remains so that she could have a funeral. My parents said they would pray for them and then tried to bless them as they ran out crying. Find that family and solve a case find that troop and connect a crime. Many bodies were collected on my childhood street; my parents were suspected of every one of them and all the bodies had official collections of their remains done. So where are those autopsies and what troop did that boy belong to???

READY, SET, GOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

COLD CASE CLASSIFICATIONS OF A KNOWN PERPETRATOR WITH UNKNOWN VICTIMS

This is a criminal classification model built from the perspective of someone who learned about these crimes through their traumatic past as evidenced by their recurring flashbacks. I am the creator of this format, its builder of content, and a living witness to its events. These are my family members I am writing about and at times their criminal associates but primarily focused on the victims. In hopes of ending their legal purgatory as nonexistent due to previous law enforcement corruption. My intention is to send as many of the dead home before I die.

I was born into this organized crime ring of an intergenerational hierarchy. According to my mother my father beat her when she was pregnant with me and thus my trauma started prenatally. My mind was dissociative from the beginning and stored my traumas in the compartmentalized aspect of my memory where content was lost to recall through amnesia. The majority of this work is drawn from me as the witness and survivor of these events. Then there are the confessions made by my family members and the families criminal associates. At times utterances from victims about to die shaped these classifications as did the events that unfolded when their loved ones sought justice or mercy for those they lost.

Please read thoroughly and know that I can only cite what I have recalled and perhaps out of psychic protection my mind has remembered names on only two occasions. Law enforcement has explained to me that without a full name they do not have to open a case, I am trying to create a way those names can be determined. I have sent victims sheets and created cold case files for the FBI, Texas Rangers, Municipal agencies, Texas attorney general, and the U.S. attorney general’s office. I have made complaints to all the aforementioned agencies, and the U.S. Department of justice Civil Rights Division Reference number: 687344DBQ then the Central Intelligence Agency Reference number: 6CNFEEJM. My law enforcement cases have never been assigned a case file number from these other agencies meaning that these cases have never been accepted, assigned, developed, investigated, nor could they be closed with a written summary or Case Closure Report since they had never officially been opened as an investigation.

What follows is my creation of an investigative tool that this time may lead agencies to act in accordance with their policy and procedures while fulfilling the oath that they took ‘to protect and serve’ and as a result ‘send the dead home’. Where their remains could achieve reunification with loved ones, proper religious ceremonies, family funerals, and reinterment of remains in a family plot. I must continue to fight for the victims of my family until they all are returned to their loved ones, or I have passed on to join them with the intent of reconciliation with those that had been so kind to me before their departure. By reading this work I am hoping that you can find a way to determine these names in a manner I have not thought of or never knew existed. Read on and know the lost await your efforts and time is of the essence. You and I must send these victims home before all those that once knew them are reunified with them in the afterlife of whatever they believe to be true.

DEMOGRAPHICS OF A CHILD WITNESS WITH A DYING DECLARATION

The Past, Present, and Future of this witness

Past

Born into an organized crime family with an intergenerational hierarchy of command. Suffered severe depression and anxiety from an early age. The entire time that I was in public school I attended Special Education classes. Due to learning disabilities caused by closed head wounds caused by my abuse. My dissociative coping mechanism was a constant factor in my life. This is not an exhaustive list, but these conditions and injuries led to my past compartmentalizing my traumas into the amnesic processes of my mind. My subconscious began releasing those traumas in 1997. In 1999 I recalled my first instance of murder and that same year I contacted law enforcement and still have never been able to have an investigation into these victims.

Present

Today I am old and disabled due to a complexity of issues bound to my years of abuse. I have more doctors in my life now than at any other point in my existence. The terminology of so many conditions rattles my brain. Currently I meet the criteria for physically disabled, and I use crutches and now a walker. Then on top of that I still endure the effects of CPTSD with dissociative amnesia along with the flashbacks that accompany that diagnosis and the pre, prime, and post aspects of their pain. I am simply trying to send the dead home before I die. I have accomplished nothing on my own and thus I need you.

Future

My future is limited and I have seen my medical attendees cry when they read my labs or send me for yet another test with a different specialist. Please accept this new format and try to find a way to help me. My strongest leads are that five bodies of my family’s victims were found on the same street in the 1970’s, three of those in the same drainage ditch. Then four of the disappearances occurred at the same place of business where my mother was employed and occurred while she worked there. I have maps showing where bodies have been buried or disposed of and yet no investigation, not one shovel of dirt has been turned on their behalf since they became hidden from view.

PSYCHOLOGICAL ELEMENTS OF A KNOWN KILLER

Modus Operandi

Offender Characteristics

This is the case of the teenage Boy scout who knocked on the door of 4105 Twin Falls when I was young. I place this event in the early too mid-1970’s. This Boy scout was dressed in his scouting short and was lured inside by my father inviting him in to talk about scouts. They both sat down on the three-cushion couch while I was playing with toys upon the floor.

Motivating Need

My father was telling this boy about his experience is scouting and I am not sure if this was a true story since he had never spoken of scouting before or since. Suddenly and without any warning or hesitation my father held a hold of this boy’s face and kissed him. With such intensity that Robert’s face stayed connected to this Boy Scouts face from the midpoint of the couch which was the initial engagement. All the way to the opposite side of the couch and for a moment had this boy pinned against the opposite arm rest.

Triggering Event

Then this Boy Scout fought free by pushing away from my father and falling to the floor. The boy was trying to make it to the front door and then my father was upon him and a fight ensued. The triggering event involved the open receptiveness of the Boy Scout as he naively sat on the couch after the front door had closed. This was a moment of opportunity for a sexually sadistic predator and this boy unintendedly walked into a trap that perhaps not even the offender knew he had laid successfully. Then as they conversed my father’s urges became engaged and the assault began. The spider had a fly in its web.

Emotional State

My father at first was aroused but calm as he attempted to engage his victim with a ploy of play. Then that Boy Scout threw a punch the equivalent of a grown man and that percussion filled the room and echoed in my chest. With that impact this attack went from an intensity of a level one engagement to a full blown homicidal 10. The blows from both opponents filled the room with percussion, vibration, and humidity. I found myself standing atop the two-cushion couch as they fell to the living room floor. Then the Boy Scout went limp, and my father dragged his body into the bedroom.

Interaction Style

From the living room I moved from the two-cushion couch to under the kitchen table and pulled all the chairs in so that I could hide. From the master bedroom I could hear the sex sounds of my father and the impact sounds of two bodies colliding.

Decision Pattern

My father then exited the master bedroom and walked past the kitchen table and went through the kitchen. Then I heard him opening the door that led from the utility room to the garage. The door must have remained open since I could plainly hear him humming and digging through something and then the sounds of metal clanging against metal. As that was happening, the Boy Scout stumbled from the master bedroom and then fell in front of where I had been laying. He seemed to have succumbed to his injuries as he bled from his face and head. Then He was standing again and made it to the sliding glass window and went out that door.

Change of Method

Just as the Boy Scout had exited Robert came through the utility room with ropes and chains and other implements in his hands. He had a huge smile and then dropped everything and pursued the Boy Scout and I followed them both out that sliding glass door. That Boy Scout must have made a substantial recovery or adrenaline had kicked in. As I exited behind my father that Boy Scout had already cleared the back fence and was crossing the neighbor’s drive. My father cleared that fence like a track and field hurdle racer.

I was not as fast, and I fell behind but followed my father down the alley across the street and then down the dirt alley that led to the drainage ditch. By the time that I reached the end of the dirt alley I could hear those impact sounds again of two people landing blows. Then I watched Robert prevail over the Boy Scout and drown him in the drainage ditch as I stood at the edge of that water. Then my father exited the water and as he walked back down the alley, I could see the neighbors in that last house peering through their bushes watching Robert walk by.

I stood in shock and watched this boy’s body lay back up as his rhythm came to a slow stop and his body rested in the shallow water. I was in a dissociative stupor this entire time but somehow made it home and was standing on the porch when my father opened the door for me. Then I lay on the three-cushion couch and fell asleep. I was awoken by my mother coming home and shaking me awake. Then at that same moment there were knocks at the back and the front door and my mother was screaming at the police and sheriff’s department.

Dissociative Identity Alters Present

I know my father’s altars, and I did not witness any of them during this scene. His altars are always kind to me, and they would have acknowledged me had they appeared. I am always the safest when my father’s altars are out and interacting with me.

Motive Behavioral Indicators

To me this was simple. A victim introduced themselves to his lair and he had them trapped once they sat down and he closed that door. Then his predator side came out and he attacked. This was all sexual gratification and had the Boy Scout not escaped he would have been tortured and murdered inside the house and then disposed of most likely at the DFW ravine.

Pre and Post Behaviors

To my knowledge this Boy Scout arrived looking for work of some type, perhaps mowing lawns. He was assaulted, pursued, and drowned in the drainage ditch. My father walked home and when the police and sherif came he calmly walked out of the master bedroom with that sheepish coy grin that used when he wanted to play the next stage of his game. That of the innocent country boy who was too shy to even look you in the eye.

Signature Behaviors

I have witnessed his signature behaviors many times as he acted them out upon numerous victims often in rural areas. Had he been able to restrain this victim then yes, he would have incorporated some of his signature behaviors. He just didn’t have the opportunity to act out his fantasies of sexually sadistic torture on the Boy Scout. He did have his opportunity to act out that innocent country boy routine when law enforcement showed up and I could tell how much he enjoyed that opportunity.

Pattern of Escalation

This was like the attack on the Teacher at Lee Britain elementary. It had not been planned and that victim walked into a fray of domestic violence. This Boy Scout walked right into the predator’s lair and had no previous knowledge that attacks like that where synonymous with that house and in that neighborhood. There had been no prowling in hopes of a chance encounter and stalking did not take place. A trap had not been laid, and this victim was not obsessed with or even prepared for, hence the items brought from the garage. The escalation was impromptu though my father knew what to do and how to gain control over an opponent as challenging as this one. Once he had them in his sights and was able to lay hands upon him without others intervening to save the boy.

He committed his sexual assault and then believing that he had left an unconscious victim in his bed he began to collect his torture instruments. His escalation plan from that moment of having a subdued victim could have included my mother or Sgt. Jim Alford from across the street. That victim could have been assaulted multiple times and then sold that evening to whomever would pay and transport. That last stage of drowning the boy in the creek was not part of the intended escalation for this victim until it became necessary because that was the environment the victim had been caught in.

Risk Level and Control

The act inside the house had a low-risk rating. The chase across the alleys and the street and then to end up fighting in the creek was so high risk that it resulted in witnesses watching from the house closest to that drainage ditch. A combination of my fathers over confidence about his dominate prowess mixed with this Boy Scouts unexpected fortitude resulted in my father being seen and identified.

Depravity Scale Level and Description

This was an explosively sadistic attack of unplanned nature. Levels 16–17 of the depravity scale would fit here. Predatory offenders who commit repeated violent crimes or sexually motivated killings but without prolonged torture or ritualized sadism. Had my father had more time than he would have achieved a higher score due to allowing his cravings to have taken over. Here is a score of transition where it is discussed that some predators stop while others use this behavioral equivalent as a steppingstone after experiencing a heightened sensation resulting in their need for an advanced level of cruelty. My father had that advanced need and craved sadism often but, in this episode, he was unable to achieve it due to unexpected behaviors.

DECIPHERABLE CHARACTERISTICS OF VICTIMOLOGY

Demographics

Identifying stats

This was a young man who may have been around age 15. Who had arrived at our house wearing his Boy Scout shirt that was kaki and filled with patches and some dangly style beads that bounced at his short pocket level. He wore blue shorts and white socks that had been pulled up past his ankle. There had been no discussion about where he had come from or how he had arrived at our house. I simply suspect he had been looking for work since he didn’t ask for anyone by name and then he and my father began such a lively and interactive conversation about my father’s history of scouting.

Geographical Pattern

Environment

Unknown, this Boy Scout arrived at our door unexpectantly.

Victim Clusters

Area of abduction or disposal

This victim was acquired in our house and left at the drainage ditch after a combination of blunt force trauma and drowning resulted in his homicide. His body became part of the Twin Falls Street cluster. These decades expanded across the 1970’s through the 1980’s. I do not know which body was collected first but I will list this cluster here.

1) Hispanic Toddler – Died due to head gash caused by rock – found in drainage ditch - collected by law enforcement

2) Young white girl – May have died to heavy sedation applied for kidnapping – found in drainage ditch wearing a white sleep slip – collected by law enforcement

3) Boy Scout – White teenager found drowned in drainage ditch – collected by law enforcement

4) White adult male with arm cast above his elbow – found with stab wound in his upper back having bled out in an adjacent alley way to Twin Falls Street. – Collected by law enforcement

5) Young Blond Girl – shot in front yard of 4105 Twin Falls Street – Collected by ambulance her mother was in attendance – Filed as a drive by since the intended victim was my father

6) White adult male – shot by Sgt. Jim Alford twice after he broke into the house at 4105 Twin Falls – Collected by law enforcement

These are just the bodies collected from Twin Falls Street, this does not include murders committed in the ‘house of hate’ and then disposed of elsewhere. Nor does it include live bodies held and then sold to the highest bidder and thus exciting that house for destinations unknown.

Victim Linkages

Who knew who

I have no linkage for this Boy Scout he arrived alone. Often the family members of my father’s victims would arrive at our house and either protest outside or attempt to bargain for the return of their loved ones. No one ever came to our house looking for information about this Boy Scout. An adult male about age 35 with thick black kinky hair and a beard and mustaches just as thick did arrive at our house. He wore a shirt that resembled the Boy Scouts of America, but his had pins not sewn on badges. His socks were gray with orange tops that stuck up about six inches out of a pair of brown hiking boots. That man came over often to drink beer with Robert, and I watched these two men kiss while sitting on the three-cushion couch.

When Robert left the room to get them more beer that man would say my name and attempt to get me to go to him. I would run and hide under the kitchen table just as I had done before. I don’t know the sequence of these visits, just that they occurred when my mother wasn’t home and often these two went int the master bedroom and closed the door. My father would answer the phone and then tell this man to come on over and greet him at the door while wearing only his underwear. It seemed odd then and I did not like this man I often threw my matchbox cars at him when he wouldn’t leave me alone. As an adult I can see that this was a sexual hook up with another pervert.

This man was afraid of my father and his temper, but he continually called to ask to come over and then would overstay his welcome and at times my father would grab a handful of his hair and punch him in the chest and ribs until he finally would exit our house. That was part of why I threw cars at him, I thought it would get him to leave sooner. The other part was that I didn’t want this man to touch me and when I said ‘no’ he would still attempt to grab me. This man was one of my father’s customers and he was always trying to figure out when my father would be making another pick up or he was pestering my father to invite him to the next barn party.

This man worked in the Irving Independent School System and had been introduced to my father through the man who later became the Vice Principal of my junior high who also was a customer of my fathers. (Please forgive me I am outside the confines of this instrument, but my amnesic box just sprang open and additional information is levitating into my conscious thoughts.) I knew this man who may have been a scout master, and I knew that he was mean and hurt children but at this moment I cannot clarify how I deduced that.

Maybe this visit by the Boy Scout hadn’t been random at all and perhaps this had been a set up or a date that this young man didn’t expect to happen. This young man’s ability to withstand a fist, a cuff battle with my father and later rise after such a horrendous beating. Put this young man in a different category than any other male that had crossed Robert’s path. That young man had developed a rugged constitution somewhere and he was not pulled into my father’s playful ploy as he tried to exit the front door. He matched my father twice and only succumbed to the violence due to Roberts’ longer history of developing his skills of rage. This event is making more sense now I am glad that the recesses of my mind opened.

Victim Shared Traits

Commonalities of Theme

This victim shared traits with the cluster of Twin Falls Street. He was lured to that neighborhood then attacked in that ‘house of hate’ and had his body left in the same drainage ditch as two other victims of my father. Witnesses that lived on Twin Falls Street existed and law enforcement had been called. Officers in blue uniforms and khaki-colored uniforms arrived, all wore badges and had holsters with pistols. Then just like so many of the others in his cluster law enforcement took claim of the body.

Victim Overlaps

Sociological Binders

This victim had themes of overlap he was young like some of the other victims. He had been lured too or perhaps even dropped off at the ‘house of hate’. This victim was part of an organization that was led by a pervert. Some of these other victims had this same dynamic or they had entered an unsafe zone unknowingly and met their demise there due to criminal activity. Then the most binding sociological factor would have been that he received an autopsy from the same coroner that had completed the examinations of the other victims.

Victim Verification Path

Who knew what when

It seems that more details are arriving in too my conscious state as I develop this cold case classification profile. My suspicion is that this scout master was a culprit and set this boy scout up for this interaction of betrayal. At this time, I have no further details to add but will add them at a later date, if any other facts surface.

Where Victim Information May Be Found

Social Embeddedness

First, I believe that this young man was a registered Boy Scout and that he would been know to a troop in the area and that his fellow scout members may still be alive and will remember losing a fellow scout in this manner. Second at the young man’s funeral, if there had been one, I believe that his fellow troop would have been in attendance and perhaps some special recognition could have been attached since he died in the act of his duties. Another aspect would have been that he most likely would have attended public school and thus would have been registered as a student in an area high school. I do not know about what badges he had attached to his shirt but if they had been community related then there would have been a connection to his approximate society and perhaps a positive mention in the local paper. Enrollment in school or the scouts should have included a birthdate and from there a family connection could be ascertained and then a connection to living relatives would follow.

Victim Family Involvement

Primary Group Actions Prior, Point, and Past

I have no knowledge of this Boy Scouts immediate or extended family members.

CRIME SCENE FACTS

Weather, Season, and Terrain

Feel Like Temperature and Lay of the Land

This was a bright and sunny day, and the temperature was warm, maybe 70 degrees, but it was not excessively hot. I would identify this season as spring or the beginning of fall.

Setup or Spontaneity

Stalking or Sudden

With the new flashback material that pushed through to my consciousness I now believe that my father did not involve himself in a stalking ritual. However, this Boy Scout was set up through a betrayal most presumably by his scout master. Perhaps my father did expect such a situation to occur and was awaiting his victim to arrive and the opportunity to present itself. My father was known and made money from his ability to rid perverts of their problems. This scout master could have experienced rejection from this Boy Scout and consequently for the purpose of revenge or a leeriness that the young man may alert others he decided to rid himself of future complications. While at the same time ingratiating himself to my father in hopes of a future invite to a barn party. Consequently, these aforementioned probabilities lead me to believe that the date and time had not been confirmed but the action of arrival had been anticipated making the attack still qualifiable as sudden. Due to an impromptu arrival and my father having none of his tools prepared for carrying out such an assault.

Level of Perceived Accountability to Acquire Target

Potential witness suppression factors

After law enforcement arrived and began knocking at the front and back doors. They began to ask my father to come outside. He just stood this in the living room with his hands in his blue jean shorts, he had apparently washed and changed clothes after the assault, while he continued to make the sheepish coy grin while he tilted his head from side to side like an inquisitive puppy. Then through the door came the largest man that I had ever seen. He was dressed in a tan uniform and had a badge and pistol holster. My father never moved and this law enforcement agent who must have stood above six feet tall, grabbed my father by both his arms lifted him and carried him out the front door.

Then just as quickly my mother put me on her hip, and she began to chase after this group of law enforcement agents. Many men in uniform attempted to stand in her way so she would thrust me toward them and as they stepped aside, she would dart through. Once she crossed Portland Street, she encountered plain clothes officers and then one even pulled an unmarked police car into the driveway of one of those houses in an attempt to block her. Every time she was engaged by law enforcement she would scream, “Don’t’ touch me” and then jut her hip out that I was on and push through the crowd.

Once she made it through to the last house on that block prior to the drainage ditch law enforcement had grouped up in a semi-circle, but they were looking at the house. My mother pushed her way through that crowd, and I could see that the large officer had presented my father to the family that lived in that house as they stood in the front yard. It was a portly dark-haired man standing with his family. My mother was screaming in his face, “He has been with me all day”. Then she turned to a crowd of officers and continued to scream the same rant. The officers continued to ask that man if this had been the guy. Then my mother would once again stand nose to nose with this witness and screamed the same motto.

Eventually the man turned and him and his family went inside and then my mother grabbed my father’s arm and pulled him away from this crowd and started to walk home. Many officers stood next to those unmarked police cars and seemed prepared to create an impenetrable wall. So, my mother crossed the street and sat me down. Then she had my father’s hand and led him down that sidewalk with her other hand ready to defend against anyone who would impede her progress. No one did, my parents crossed the intersection in a caddy cornered manner, and I ran after them. We entered the house and they disappeared into their bedroom and that is how our night ended and all events had been fully repressed before I woke up.

Law Enforcement corruptibility

Many law enforcement officers came to the ‘house of hate’ for envelopes of cash. I marveled at them all since they had badges and holsters, and I wanted to grow up and become a sheriff. Many of these men interacted with me and allowed me to touch their pistols. They would take them out of their holsters and hold the handle while I was allowed to touch the metal parts. This was a regular ask of mine and on several occasions these men allowed me such an indulgence. Many times, after a homicidal event occurred at the ‘house of hate’ law enforcement would appear and stories would be concocted and envelopes would be handed out. At times officers dropped by when my father was not home and my mother had a list of names and the envelopes had been marked. She would disappear into her bedroom while the officer visited me as they sat on the couch. Then she would appear and the envelope would be handed over. Often but not always a count would occur and that is why none of these envelopes had been sealed, they remained open so that count could occur.

Many of these officers brought case files to sell to my father and after a price was agreed upon then that file remained in our home and my parents read them at the kitchen table. The officer who brought the most files happened to be Sgt. Jim Alford who lived across the street. Many officers brought one file on rare occasions. Sgt. Jim Alford brought many files on a far more frequent occurrence, and his envelope was always awaiting his arrival. All these files would leave our house once read with Robert carrying them out in a trash bag after both my parents had torn each paper up by hand at the kitchen table. When they read these files, the television had to be turned off, and I had to sit still on the couch until they had finished so that I could watch my programs again.

The arrival of a file meant tension in the household and that tension grew after my parents became aware of just what that file held. They both would pass a small paper ledger to one another as they wrote down various things from these files. They openly discussed the contents and aligned the evidence listed in a sequential list. That same format would also be applied to witnesses. Then that small notebook would be closed with a rubber band and placed inside the ukulele atop the China cabinet. The strings were kept loose, and we were never allowed to play with it. That ukulele was so enticing to me since it was like the guitars the good guys would use to sing songs on the westerns that I watched.

I wanted to play that ukulele to complete my sheriff ensemble that I had. It was complete with a plastic vest and badge along with a small silver cap gun. I even had a bouncing horse upstairs that I used to chase the bad guys. If I could reach that ukulele then I could ride my horse and sing songs like they did on TV. By the time that I was tall enough to use a chair to reach that instrument they no longer kept that ledger in there. It wouldn’t have mattered since I lived in perpetual dissociation and wouldn’t have known what it was outside of assuming it to be an address book.

Plausible Deniability

With this incident I see no plausible deniability. My mother defeated the neighborhood witness and caused him to recant his statements. The threshold for believable ignorance was demolished when it quite possibly was this neighborhood mans phone call that alerted law enforcement in the beginning. The emergency numbers of 911 had not been available in Irving Texas to my knowledge at that time. Thus, whoever reported the incident would have had to have been connected through the operator or known the actual phone number to alert local law enforcement. Meaning that the person who alerted law enforcement would have had to have spent time on the phone after spending time to make contact with the right people to incite such a law enforcement reaction. The perpetrator was known due to an eyewitness that was present at the event and who informed the police about what he had seen. This action eliminated any plausible deniability.

Prior Treaty to Work on the Reservation (Zone of Sanctioned Deconfliction)

My father had established his criminal intent in the city of Irving and had a constant flow of law enforcement showing up and envelopes full of cash going out. His treaty had been initiated and agreed upon with acceptance of those envelopes. His zone of sanction had an identified address, with a zip code, and county attached. He operated his criminal enterprise openly since his arrival in Irving from the 1970’s through the 1980’s. After that he continued to operate as an associate assigned disposal jobs for other criminal enterprises throughout the 1990’s. During that time, he no longer paid for his own personal deconfliction zone but he fell under the umbrella of the organizations he worked for.

Timeline

Organized, Disorganized, or Mixed Method Offender

My father operated in all three categories. This event would be classified as a disorganized assault. All three facets of this crime, the pre, prime, and post had been improvisationally applied and executed. One could argue with some signs of organization if they loosely applied behavioral rhetoric in a persuasive manner. One such classification for organized could have involved the fact that this offender knew he had paid for protection and that may have constituted a mark for the organized side of deciphering this events structure. Then another mark in that collum could have been based upon the fact that restraint devices had been readily available. Even further into this side of the argument one could offer that at each turn of events the perpetrator knew what to do. It was through my father’s actions that he provided himself with the highest probability of avoiding prosecution.

Having supported both sides of these differentiating viewpoints I believe that this one incident falls into the mixed category. It is not that the offender was completely organized in his flow of progressive stages, in fact each stage evidenced strong signs of disorganization. That stream of victim attainment, execution, and disposal was an impromptu plan of attempting to handle a highly aggressive victim. Who possessed a fortitude that the offender had not calculated for. However, the offender’s response to each challenge was based on a selection of proven reactions that he had practiced before. Hence forth I believe that when weighed these facts would support an organized manifestation of assault, but a disorganized scene had law enforcement been able to search it. The offender had the skills to manage the unexpected, but the blood and clothing of the victim still occupied the residence. The unexpected met with the limitations of the investigation and consequently identified the offender while at the same time creating the loophole that he used to escape prosecution. An organic mix of seeds and compost that led to no harvest.

Spectrum of Suspicion

Who in the community knew?

The whole neighborhood knew of my house and what went on inside it. The school district knew and employed many of my father’s customers. Law enforcement knew and acted complicitly. All three had a slice of the accountability pie here. The only surprise is that someone in the neighborhood reported the incident. Then that non-complicit law enforcement members showed up and attempted to investigate. Had they gained entry into the house they would have found the blood and the clothing. That would eventually lead them back to the scout master and the school district. Knowing these elements to be compromised the immune system that constituted the societal protection for children chose not to maintain a community of equal regulation consequently failing to keep them safe and due to this haphazardness, many died. A blind eye turned to a child’s needs is evidence to the rot of proposed traditional values. These cases are evidence of that institutional malfeasance that plagued all the known safety valves that would have identified this pattern of missing children within this community at that time.

Innocent witnesses or complicit observers

These witnesses who lived at 4011 Twin Falls Street during the time of this incident. Had no complicity with my parents or any of those events that occurred within the ‘house of hate’. In fact, I stood so long staring at the Boy Scouts body at the drainage ditch that the man and woman of this house came out to check on me. Their persistent calling of, “Hey Boy” brought me out of my stupor and had me walking home in a robotic way. I remember how I was barefoot and felt nothing as I walked across the uncut grass. My dissociative bubble extended beyond my skin, and I was encapsulated in numbness. It felt like I was being transported like I was hovering just above the grass as some force drove me home. When I arrived home and my father opened the door for me, I could feel his relaxed mood. He had expelled his tensions and acted out and now was copasetic with his world. That realization allowed me to decompress and sleep deeply until my mother’s arrival home.

Evidence of community collapse through intermediate acts of suppression

Yes, this community had collapsed, and it was evident in the fear this witness developed while he was intentionally harassed and threatened by my mother. She defeated this witness in front of law enforcement and this man’s own family. Had the institutions been functional the master scout leader would have been compromised early and lost all his power to adversely influence impressionable minds. This witness would have felt protected and supported enough to face these wrongdoers. Then finally my parents never would have risen to their level of comfortability and achieved such devastating inflictions of demise upon a law-abiding population.

The neighborhood knew that local police did not enforce the law when it came to complaints about my parents. If they had followed up on complaints, then investigations would have followed. Had that occurred they would have been taken out of circulation, and their organized criminal activities would have claimed no further victims. When law enforcement begins to do their due diligence, they will discover that six bodies had been collected on Twin Falls Street during the decades of 1970’s through the 1980’s. Two paid employees and one student teacher would have disappeared from Lee Britian Elementary during the school year and while my mother was in tenure there. If the infrastructure of societal norms had not collapsed. Then the suppression of children’s rights, in regard to their safety would not have failed to protect those that disappeared nor the boy who is now the man informing the powers that be about how their systems failed.

Will this report be enough this time to elicit the correct response from the current powers that exist for the betterment of our society by correcting the wrongs from an era gone by. Time still exists for an official inquiry into these elements while witnesses and loved ones are still alive to benefit from reunification after exhumation. That act will lift the suppression and allow for wrongs from the past to be righted. Community collapse has an adverse effect on longevity and travel through the intergenerational transmission of covert trauma. Gaping wounds of grief and sorrow become transmissible over time and limit the interaction of intimacy amongst loved ones.

As the afflictions of ‘what if’ catastrophizing ruminates and ‘never more’ moments rob their souls of tranquility. Resulting in a staleness of emotional growth and a self-imposed limitation toward connection with others. This perpetuates emotional stagnation and lowers the expectation of positive belief in societies gears of functional perpetuation. Trauma sends ripples that set the tides for generations to come and cause them to persevere through a challenge they didn’t create nor comprehend. You cannot reverse a tornado and expect to put things back the way they were you first must stop the tornado. Heal the damage it caused, or no one will be prepared for the next tornado. Growth begets growth whether its positive or negative. Healthy processing of emotions feeds the function of others, and the unhealthy emotions keep wounds infected and will eventually become septic and spread.

Evidence of Criminal Activity

Pre-crime

Pertaining to this incident the pre-crime episode would have happened between my father and the scout master if that was who had sent this young man to our house. Additional pre-crime behaviors would have been the compromising of various institutions that should have been holding my father accountable and not disregarding his criminal behaviors.

Prime-crime

This criminal act of sexual assault resulted in three forms of evidence all a collectable nature. First the blood spilled in the house by the steps at the front door, in the bedroom, and on the floor by the kitchen. The second would involve the young man’s clothes that he was not wearing when he came out of the Master bedroom. Had there been a search inside the premises then those items would have been discovered. The last of these three involve eyewitnesses. It would have been that man waiting to identify him or someone else in that vicinity who contacted the police and for law enforcement to show up in such a drove. The contents of the actions and the fact that a dead boy’s body lay in the drainage ditch must have been cited.

Post-crime

When searching for the last act of this crime all had been lost. This perpetrator was alerted to the presence of law enforcement by witnessing them in their back and front yards. Then they knocked and made their presence known. True, they thought they had solid eyewitness, but they did not take the appropriate measures to keep their witness anonymous and thus lost that evidence quickly. Proper documentation should have been created to request the search warrants necessary to check the house. The ‘house of hate’ should have been under surveillance and the proper warrants for trash collection should have been requested. All their sequences should have been in order before approaching the suspects. Since a proper and professional sequence of events had not been arranged and placed in effect. Their eyewitness had been defeated and recanted all the information he provided. Then my mother took my father away from them. I don’t know if there have been additional attempts to interact with my father after that initial day of investigation. However, since protocols were not followed or didn’t exist. I am certain that my parents called my uncle Joe, who was a licensed attorney at that time, for advice and had it reinforced not to talk to law enforcement.

Possible Living Witnesses

Who may still be alive that witnessed the event?

That search for living witnesses would be an exhaustive corralling of law enforcement officers that worked for The Dallas police department, Dallas County Sherif, and possibly the Irving police. The children of the neighbor that first came forward and stood to identify Robert with his two children standing behind him in his front yard.

Who, in the victim’s social fabric, remembers missing the victim?

The only ones that could be left alive here would involve his boy scout troop. Perhaps friends he had in his neighborhood once you figured out his name and could trace it to an address and following this would be fellow students from whatever school he would have been attending. Only those in his age group could possibly still be alive and then if the search was fortunate he may have had younger siblings.

Body Disposal

When, where, and why

This young man was racing down a dirt alley in his attempt to get away and then either fell into the drainage ditch or was tackled by Robert once he had caught up to him. This Boy Scout died the same day he met Robert and it occurred in less than a period spanning half an hour. Robert’s reasoning for killing this young man could have been built on a tier of levels. He could have bore witness about the assault, revenge was in the mix, or Robert believed that he could capture him and bring him back. Then again, it could have been as simple as sexual pressure that would have bothered him had this boy escaped and a fight to the death allowed Robert to release that pressure.

Determination of a kill, hold, dump, or mixed-use site

The ‘house of hate’ was a mixed-use site but this boy escaped that domain. This was a recovery kill at an improvised site this young man was caught and then murdered where he made his last stand. That drainage ditch became a kill and dump site out of impromptu necessity not a strategic plan.

Preparation, acquisition, and concealment

In relationship to body disposal there had been no preparation for him. Robert had pulled out his restraint tools and was preparing for torture not disposal at that moment. The acquisition ended with the boy’s escape until he was caught at the drainage ditch. No concealment existed his body was left in the drainage ditch with witnesses watching.

Familiarity, fun, and function that form intent of purpose

None of these played out due to the circumstances of the boy’s demise and the location of the final battle.

Sadism, symbolism, and solidarity

None of these elements had been initiated due to the unexpected escape.

LAW ENFORCEMENT INVOLVEMENT

What Agency Responded

Degree of pursuit toward justice

I recall that law enforcement agents in blue uniforms and khaki or tan uniforms had filled the back and front yards of the ‘house of hate’. Their cars filled the alley behind and the street in front of the ‘house of hate’. These same uniforms entered our house and dragged Robert down the street for the eyewitness to identify. After Glenda was able to free Robert from that situation no other law enforcement came to the house pertaining to that situation. Other law enforcement came to our house and searched through it many times, but it did not pertain to this case. I believe that this case was no longer pursued due to the victim being found in the water and the only eyewitness recanted.

INFORMATIONAL DETAILS ACQUIRED FROM WHAT SOURCES

Witnessed Event

Date of Recall Title of Written Work

This flashback has been an ongoing development for close to a decade and had been included in all mailing to law enforcement since its first victim sheet.

Dissociative Amnesic Flashback

At first recall this was a fight that occurred in the house between my father and a young man. I had thought it may have been one of the teenagers from the neighborhood. Then as I journaled my dissociations gave way and more materials from my amnesic box became conscious. Over time I pieced these scenes together and realized it was a boy scout shirt that the young man had on and that I had never seen him before.

Reconsolidation of Cognitive Restructuring

This flashback of repressed materials came together like pieces of confetti and took me years to put together overtime. Even now as I have constructed this format for reporting, more material has dislodged itself and new insights have been gained but alas, I have not recalled names.

Confession from perpetrator and/or share from community

This case was odd in that I have not recalled any additional community involvement. Many times, someone in the neighborhood or within a few blocks of our house would confront me or they would protest out in front of the house and at times some of the fathers tried to break into the house. With this incident there has been no such recall pertaining to similar events. I still have no idea where this young man came from regarding an area neighborhood. His shirt is the only contextual clue that I have been able to ascertain outside of a recent visit from a scout master that I believe set this introduction into motion.

PROVABLE SOLVABILITY SOLUTIONS SUGGESTED BY CIRCUMSTANCE

Acquirable Records by Means of Physical Effort

Archeological digs through the archives

Funeral dates and Cemetery plot deed and designation – Perhaps with special Boy Scout acknowledgment.

W-2 forms and Taxes paid – He was of age to have worked somewhere for a paycheck

School attendance no show / no return

Dormant bank accounts – If he had a job his parents may have helped him open a checking and or saving account.

Employment paystub cessation without termination

Registered memorial service procession – Perhaps by his local Scout Troop

Postal processing returns with no forwarding address – In this case it would be locating his parents’ address.

HYPOTHESIS

Why this case has not been solved

What are the factors of suspicious policy and procedural dysfunctions

At the time in the 1970’s I only know that they lost their eyewitness and retrieved a body from a drainage ditch where no additional evidence would have been found. As of 2026 this homicide has not been investigated due to it having become a ‘hot potato’ and no one wants to be caught holding responsibility due to the complications that department may have to endure.

What could solve this case

The who, what, when, and where of corruptive incompetence

All of these should have been done by now. I have sent many law enforcement agencies this victim sheet, through UPS mail and E-mail. Due to it being a confirmed homicide, these are files that I cannot publicly search for. However, all agencies that I have contacted should be able to request this file as part of an ongoing investigation. At the least they could have forwarded my prepared cold case files to the appropriate authorities. This is now 2026 and I have been sending this victim sheet out for over a decade it could have been solved in less than a week if a veteran detective had been assigned. At least two agencies responded and most likely a coroner I have contacted all and received no feedback. This should still be considered an open case due to homicides are never abandoned. They become cold cases until they are solved. Now help me find that file and let’s close this case. Then we all can start on the others.

COLD CASE CLASSIFICATIONS OF A KNOWN PERPETRATOR WITH UNKNOWN VICTIMS

This is a criminal classification model built from the perspective of someone who learned about these crimes through their traumatic past as evidenced by their recurring flashbacks. I am the creator of this format, its builder of content, and a living witness to its events. These are my family members I am writing about and at times their criminal associates, but I am primarily focused on the victims. In hopes of ending their legal purgatory as nonexistent due to previous law enforcement corruption. My intention is to send as many of the dead home before I die.

I was born into this organized crime ring of an intergenerational hierarchy. According to my mother my father beat her when she was pregnant with me and thus my trauma started prenatally. My mind was dissociative from the beginning and stored my traumas in the compartmentalized aspect of my memory where content was lost to recall through amnesia. Most of this work is drawn from me as the witness and survivor of these events. Then there are the confessions made by my family members and their crimies. At times utterances from victims in the process of being murdered shaped these classifications as did the events that unfolded when their loved ones sought justice or mercy for those they lost.

Please read thoroughly and know that I can only cite what I have recalled and perhaps out of psychic protection my mind has remembered names on only two occasions. Law enforcement has explained to me that without a name they do not have to open a case, I am trying to create a way those names can be determined. I have sent Victims sheets and created cold case files for and mailed them to the FBI, Texas Rangers, Municipal agencies, Texas attorney general, and the U.S. attorney general’s office. I have made complaints to all the aforementioned agencies, and the U.S. Department of justice Civil Rights Division Reference number: 687344DBQ then the Central Intelligence Agency Reference number: 6CNFEEJM. My law enforcement cases have never been assigned a case file number from these other agencies meaning that these cases have never been accepted, assigned, developed, investigated, nor could they be closed with a written summary or Case Closure Report since they had never officially been opened as an investigation.

What follows is my creation of an investigative tool that this time may lead agencies to act in accordance with their policy and procedures while fulfilling the oath that they took ‘to protect and serve’ and as a result ‘send the dead home’. Where their remains could achieve reunification with loved ones, receive proper religious ceremonies, family funerals, and reinterment of remains in a family plot. I must continue to fight for the victims of my family until they all are returned to their loved ones, or I have passed on to join them with the intent of reconciliation with those that had been so kind to me before their departure. By reading this work I am hoping that you can find a way to determine these names in a manner I have not thought of or never knew existed. Read on and know the lost await your efforts and time is of the essence. You and I must send these victims home before all those that once knew them are reunited with them in the afterlife of whatever faith they believe to be true.

DEMOGRAPHICS OF A CHILD WITNESS WITH A DYING DECLARATION

The Past, Present, and Future of this witness

Past

Born into an organized crime family with an intergenerational hierarchy of command. I suffered severe depression and anxiety from an early age. The entire time that I was in public school I was placed in Special Education classes. Due to learning disabilities caused by closed head wounds because of my abuse. My dissociative coping mechanism was a constant factor in my life. This is not an exhaustive list, but these conditions and injuries led to my past compartmentalizing of my traumas into the amnesic processes of my mind. My subconscious began releasing those traumas in 1997. In 1999 I recalled my first instance of murder and that same year I contacted law enforcement and still have never been able to have an investigation into these victims.

Present

Future

PSYCHOLOGICAL ELEMENTS OF A KNOWN KILLER

Modus Operandi

Offender Characteristics

My father and mother were physically fighting with one another behind her place of business at the time. She was a Teacher at Lee Britian elementary and on that day my father had shown up to confront her about something. Both of my parents attacked this woman and all three had their arms up and engaged in combat. This teacher, who I believe worked in the portable buildings and taught the deaf students, was knocked unconscious in this melee.

Motivating Need

My two parents always had physical altercations with one another and that day was no different. My father had bowed up and approached this teacher due to her screaming the word, “stop”. Then she field-goal kicked his testicles with such force that his legs came up off the ground, and he was in a fetal position before he came back to earth. That action sealed her fate and made her one of Robert’s special projects.

Triggering Event

To both my parents this woman had entered a scene that was their private business. That woman’s scream to my parents was just a battle cry that called for intimidation. In my parent’s criminal mind set this woman freely entered this squabble and might have been able to live had she walked away at that moment. Glenda was already being investigated for other crimes and letting this woman go would have been beneficial to them both. Then the kick occurred and that sealed her fate. That act humiliated Robert, but later behavior proved that her actions had made that woman part of his grandiose sadistically based need to fulfill his narcissistic erotizations.

Emotional State

At the time of abduction both my parents were in a highly emotional state as once again they faced off with one another in their desire for control over the other. This Deaf Education Specialist entered a scene in action at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Interaction Style

My parents are heavily traumatized people suffering from poly-victimizations with layered complex traumas. My father suffered from Dissociative-Identity-Disorder and I have interacted with many of his alters through the years. My mother has all the classic signs of a personality disorder called borderline and another of her personality disorders is referred to as histrionic. Both parents register at a severe level with the symptoms of what’s classified as Cluster B traits. The highly dramatic and emotional side of dysfunctional social interaction. These two made the perfect storm for clashes between one another and a homicidal hurricane for anyone that crossed their paths.

Decision Pattern

With this scene we have the escalation of emotions through their own battle of wills. Then when that teacher screamed it binded these two with mutual reinforcement to confront this new adversary. The action of us-versus-them came into full effect and diffusion of accountability followed. In their minds this was completely this woman’s fault and these two had been justified in their actions. There was no dissention in the ranks, both acted accordingly as they had many times before and quietly vacated the scene. A mutually agreed upon situation of ‘Blame the victim.’

Change of Method

No change of method, this followed a similar motive and abduction pattern as the student teacher who had fallen victim to them in the same location. This was a standard operating procedure for these two when challenged from an outside force. Had law enforcement interrogated them at that time these two would have turned on one another. My uncle Joe from Sherman Texas, who was a lawyer, had educated them well about sticking together and avoiding interrogations at all costs.

Dissociative Identity Alters Present

I am familiar with alters with my mother and my father. When these alters appeared they played with me and took care of me. I was never harmed by any of their alters. In fact, as a child, it was these alters that came out and made sure that I was cleaned and fed and then younger alters would appear and we would play games all afternoon if we were alone. In this assaultive abduction I did not witness any of the alters being present.

Motive Behavioral Indicators

With this victim there had been no premeditation. Neither of my parents even knew she was there until she screamed. After the scream the motive was to intimidate her. Then after she kicked Robert in the groin the motive was focused on homicidal tendencies. Neither seemed to have made the clear distinction that this woman would die. Then after Robert stood up and that woman was fighting Glenda the motivation changed and the intent became homicidal. Thus, it was a progressive pyramid of circumstances based upon an ever-heightening risk factoring matrix that led these two toward an impromptu and serendipitous outcome of homicidal ends.

Pre and Post Behaviors

This is simple the pre-behavior involved these two having a domestic squabble at my mother’s school. Then the prime behavior occurred with this teacher being knocked unconscious. The post-behavior was abduction for the purpose of cleaning up. No discussion they had become a well-oiled machine at this type of activity and this woman’s end was not discussed it was result oriented.

Signature Behaviors

This scene had their signature. They engage in domestic violence toward one another and then a third enters and a triangle is born. Then these two attack the third and that person ends up dead or sold and life continues as if nothing happened. At times the loved one of the recently abducted have deciphered that my parents killed their loved ones. This will manifest into those loved ones attacking my parents since law enforcement wouldn’t investigate their case. At other times the loved one’s protest in the front yard and are made to cross the street by law enforcement. Another scenario involves the females of the family coming to plead for mercy and offer to buy their loved ones remains back. These are all parts of my parents’ signature, and not once did I see that the tactics of the victims loved ones ended in satisfaction. The last part of the signature for this case involved the female loved ones arriving at the house after having called for permission to visit. It was an intergenerational set of older and younger females who begged for their loved ones remains and eventually offered money. The classic behavior when these types of events occurred that I witnessed was to watch both my parents compete for who could be the most sanctimonious toward the bereaved and make the largest televangelist style prayer session to amuse one another. That would be the crescendo of their signature sadisticness in a scenario such as this. Events like this happened often and I always cried with the loved ones and tried to leave with them at the end of that sadistic sermon.

Pattern of Escalation

This was all disorganized, unplanned, and reactionary toward an unexpected victim that appeared suddenly and would not withdraw from the scene. A good Samaritan walked into the web of two mentally ill dysfunctional’s who would escalate to homicidal remedies as their go to solution for the slightest infraction of their narcissistic decrees. Both Robert and Glenda were at a heightened emotional variable before the deaf education teacher entered into the fray. An emotional carryover of displacement occurred involving dueling competitive angers toward a loved one. Then without a drop in intensity nor a countdown of terms they both suddenly manifested into united homicidal rage.

Risk Level and Control

This is a quandary. This risk level was high, but they may not have been able to deduce it due to their emotional dysfunctions being at a heightened level. Both were lost in trying to control the other and then a third person entered their arena. All this commotion was occurring at a high level of risk, and it was due to their desire to control one another and then what they would perceive as an interloper in their environment. The heat of battle had taken them into this stage of blood lust, and no sense of rationality existed. This theme was deeply grooved into their vinyl schema of a predictable outcome. We are the predator you are the prey. We will abduct you, torture you, sell you, murder you, use you after death and then discard you. We determine your fate, no one determines ours.

Depravity Scale Level and Description

Within the confines of this one scene of heightened emotionality and unified attack upon an interloping witness the following part of the scale will apply:

Levels 6-9: Impulsive / Emerging Patterns

6. Hot-headed, impulsive acts

This occurred at the beginning of this saga and brought the two together in mutual combat.

7. Narcissistic rage (ego-driven reactions)

This was symbolized after the Teacher screamed and Robert approached her to bow his chest up and intimidate her into leaving the scene.

8. Suppressed rage that erupts

This level was achieved after Robert rose from the dirt after the field-goal kick. I did not see nor interact with any of his alters. However, my opinion is that someone, inside either took that pain or took over the body to allow that personality to endure the pain and then engage in the fisticuffs of the assault and collected the body. In my lifetime I have never seen anyone male or female take a kick between the legs that lifts you off the ground and curls you into the fetal position midair and then after slamming to the ground you stand up and reengage into a fight. If you ever saw that happen in a movie it was hypocrisy.

9. Jealous or emotionally driven with some planning

This facet took place after he had located the still living woman to a rectangular box in a small barn at one of his crimies plant nurseries. This was the business of the two older brothers who also ran a trafficking syndicate. Robert kept that woman alive in that box under soil that these brothers sold by the truck load. He took me to visit her often and I could see her finger come out through the hole in the top of the box while Robert lamented on about how no one understood him and he didn’t feel loved. That suspension of hopelessness while he met his needs could be considered to be, further on the scale. I am placing it here since I believe that it was the loved ones of this woman and their continued interaction with Glenda that brought out the jealousy in Robert.

He was emotionally driven to confide in her and take the place of her loved ones for his need for compassion. He was attempting to master his trauma through interchanging surrogacy. At times he was the surrogate trying to receive her compassion since it was due to what her family had said that gave him evidence toward her altruism. Then at other times he was pretending that she was the surrogate as he attempted to be able to relate to her pain and through sharing what her family had said or where the investigation was headed. He was clueless to compassion, altruism, or functional empathy. It had never been practiced in his family.

He was attempting to be emotionally vulnerable in the safest way he could create. She never could speak while I was there, so I am not sure how he composed his interactive surrogacies of connection. However, I was trapped in that barn for days listening to hours upon hours of my father talking and sobbing. He was jealous of what she had, and he wanted to experience it, but his trauma was too severe, and he never could connect with anyone in that manner. He jealously worshipped her inward ability to love and be loved until he killed her by hanging her by the neck in a tree and dangling from her legs. I had never witnessed him commit such an event before.

COLD CASE SUMMARY OF OFFENDER PROFILE

Behavioral Characteristics of Offender in Relation to this Event

Perversion Fulfillment, Stages, Recidivism, Remorse, and Fantasy Perpetuations

This victim accruement offered no perversion fulfillment at the scene of the abduction. That element did play a central and focused part in the continued imprisonment of the victim as she was kept alive in confinement for an extended time. During that time Robert evidenced dual-motivational dynamics of intrigue. He did hold resentment for the pain that she caused him, but those episodes held more of an objective relevance. A study of one more person that had caused him harm. That was replaced with ongoing confessions of how no one loved him or understood who he was. This was the process that brought him to tears and served as a release through cathartic means.

At times he struggled to be known by his victim as he shared intimate struggles by talking openly about his abuse at the hands of his parents and his struggles with his wife Glenda. This was an achievable level of intimacy due to his complete control of the victim and the fact that he knew he would murder her soon. This was a one-way dynamic that offered no risk to him and allowed his psychological defenses to drop in their severity and remain untriggered during his dominance-confession that allowed him to emotionally dump upon a victim living out their days as he had numbered them.

The stages in the initial part of this scenario were disorganized and impulsive. However, the second part having to do with her captivity and the third part involving the victim’s execution did evidence more of an organized forethought. He had a constructed confinement apparatus in the use of the box he built using his carpentry skills. Then he also had a space to hide this makeshift coffin from the view and sound of others. This victim’s execution had three structured parts to its fulfillment. Four crimies carried the box to the house of hate, aided in securing the rope high in the tree, and then carried the box and body away for disposal. The scenario of this victim’s last days from abduction to disposal offered mixed components that dwelled in the same linear grid but offered distinctive categories of function and fulfillment by and for the offenders.

Knowing these two as I did and having to endure their wraths both at home and in the local area, I can wholeheartedly place their recidivism rate at the highest end that of perpetual predation in both the organized and disorganized formats. These two had their own predilections toward sexually sadistic serial homicide. Then added to this are their organized crime ring duties where victims are sold and assassination jobs are accepted. Then a parallel hidden cost of unforeseen obligation centers around crime witnesses, legal complainants, and crimies who have taken a deal as payment for snitching. Actual investigations by law enforcement were the least of their worries due to continued structured payments on a set schedule.

The act of functional remorse did not affect either of my parents. Glenda’s dysfunctional remorse centered around the continued police response to this disappearance and what she deemed as harassment by law enforcement to wait for her in the Lee Britian parking lot at the end of the school day in their attempt to ask her questions and then to follow her to the ‘house of hate’ and park outside the residence. I don’t believe that with this victim Robert had any form of functional or dysfunctional remorse. Her captivity was his titillation and catharsis both, allowing him to release pent up issues based on his traumatic past and resulting in interacting conflicts with life. Remorse has to do with regret, and this victim allowed him many avenues toward continual revisiting and consequently reliving his triumph defeating a victim who caught him off guard with a surprise attack.

Within their fantasy realm Glenda revisited her sensation of power by thwarting this victim’s ‘loved ones’ in their attempt to seek mercy and offer her payment for this victim’s remains. This allowed her to deny compassion to those in pain while presenting a religious soliloquy meant to punish a symbolic substitutive dynamic representing her family members. In her misguided attempt to reenact situations from her past where her loved ones and her community failed to protect her and isolated her from supportive means in her family and community clusters.

Robert did not exercise such a projective alignment of deep-seated tyranny upon this victim’s loved ones. What I witnessed was a man trying to appease the needs of his wife so that she would stop rejecting him and punishing him for things he had not done and consequently allow him to come back home. Glenda’s borderline features of constantly splitting any relationship she was a part of whether that be in her profession, community, immediate and extended family. Kept everyone that had to endure her resentments that fed her paranoia justifying her revengefulness, then creating her uncontrollable rage that even after having exhausted itself through a period of sustained acting out gave way to her quality control feature of holding the victim accountable until that person relented and accepted blame. Hence justifying her dysfunctional circular reasoning and resetting the dominos for her next tirade.

DECIPHERABLE CHARACTERISTICS OF VICTIMOLOGY

Demographics

Identifying stats

This victim only operated in two of Glenda’s spectrums, that of her profession while employed at the same school. As teachers they both could have crossed paths in several environments related to educational meetings, field trips, and professional advancement seminars. However, ‘Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.’ This was Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca when he was surprised by the unexpected arrival of a former lover who he had marital intentions for.

That’s the best way to describe the Deaf Educator’s employment with Irving Independent School District then assignment to that school and her placement in the portable buildings adjacent to Glenda’s hallway exit door that was part of the main building. Then add to this moment of entering the scene of her demise the phenomenon that aligned her to the time variable of these two sinister beings. Glenda stayed in her classroom until 6pm most days to show her Husband that she refused to be home with a hot meal awaiting his arrival. Robert had to be present at exactly that time in the position that interceded with both Glenda and the deaf education specialist. For this synchronicity of doom to occur.

I believe that the deaf education teacher was staying late to catch up on work or prepare for the following day. All these scenarios and situations had to align for these convergences of circumstance in the grid formulation of absolutism. Though it may seem like a perplexing possibility the simplified version of ‘wrong place wrong time’ still can be applied though not exhaustive in its means of measure. An idiomatic expression of explanation that has no specific genesis but offers a lay person’s critique of a serendipitous facet of misfortune is both conducive to this teacher’s plight and coincidental when all factors are aligned on the space and time continuum of homicidal fatefulness.

Geographical Pattern

Environment

As previously mentioned, many aspects of a continuous timeline had to align in a past and present scenario of misfortune for an innocent victim to meet their demise. Consequently, those same variables graphed fortuitus circumstances that allowed this marital pair referred to as Mr. and Mrs. Shelton to escape unscathed and without evidence of conviction. The Irving Police had gathered some details that allowed them to center in on Glenda and arrive at Lee Britian Elementary often in their attempt to question her. There were always two uniformed officers in one marked police car sitting adjacent to Glenda’s red station wagon in the teacher’s parking lot. Then that car followed us to the other side of Irving close to DFW airport and parked outside our house. Until Robert arrived and harassed them until they drove away.

I do believe that this deaf education teacher had a biological family that lived approximate to the Lee Britian Elementary. In a time period after the abduction this woman’s family somehow learned that Glenda stayed after hours in her classroom. I would be outside playing and this group of people led by a loud and vociferous older man would snatch me from the tire circle swing and drag me to the exit door that was adjacent to Glenda’s classroom door. Then they would pull my arm up to show her that they had me while that man demanded entry. These doors had been locked by the janitor as the first part of their cleaning duties. Sometimes Glenda would open the door to attempt to grab me and pull me in, but this family was fast and would gain entry. Then Glenda would gather her things and lead this procession of angry loved ones to her car all the while screaming declarations of innocents at them.

This parade of people came often but not during the same time that the Irving Police arrived. I feel that the Irving Police attempted to gain a confession but failed and then leaked the contents of their case to the victim’s family. If one organized attempt failed maybe the other attempt would succeed. I hold no animosity about this procedure I only wish it had worked since that would have stopped the murders, identified the corruption, and revealed the crimies. Then ‘if wishes did come true’ I would have been sent to a foster family that didn’t kill people and cause such carnage out of purpose and profit. The father of the missing woman dressed in a suit and carried himself with authority. He seemed to be connected to higher ups in some manner and not even his involvement could solve the case of his missing Daughter.

Then this family called the ‘house of hate’ and asked if they could come to our house. Glenda agreed and that was why Robert was home that day. He was never home during the day and only swung by in the evening to pick up clothes and drop laundry off. Glenda would always berate him about cheating and then physically attack him until he would have to flee from the premises. That day he arrived in the morning, and I woke to his presence. He was kind to me, and I was sitting in his lap when that family knocked on the door. I could see all the silhouetted figures just beyond the curtain, and I wondered what was happening.

I thought at first it would be my girl cousins and my grandparents, I was excited and then I was confused. It was only the women of this family and several I had seen before at Lee Britian Elementary. This time however, they brought younger females that looked to be in their older teens. All these women wore full length dresses and seemed to me to be dressed for Sunday church. They sat side by side on the three-cushion couch that at that time was positioned on the wall that had the interior opening for the stairwell. Five or six of them set side by side and I had never witnessed a more appropriate scene of modern feminine fashion of that time represented in the ‘house of hate.’

The majority of visitors to our house dressed slovenly, old worn-out clothes, and often smelled of body odor. This family had either come from church or they had worked at presenting themselves in a most audacious manner. For this era this was their fashion first forward step in their attempt to retrieve the remains of a loved one and they were not taking chances to be judged and dismissed.

Victim Clusters

Area of abduction or disposal

This victim was in the cluster of those that disappeared from the grounds of Lee Britain Elementary and happened to be employed by that school district. I also believe that these victim’s remains reside at the DFW airport ravine. There is no evidence in my flashbacks, but he would have wanted to have this victim close by for visits and she was not buried in the backyard. The student teacher from Lee Britain joins these ranks but I was not there when her remains had been deposited. Then we have the older women who I believe worked in the front office of Lee Britain. She was abducted from her house and then deposited in the DFW ravine. Finally, the young Mexican girl who was abducted from the cafeteria parking lot may also reside in that ravine since she had disappeared so quickly and Robert came back to the ‘house of hate’ so fast and that was the closest spot with the least amount of detection. The only additional one that may belong to this cluster was the mother of a boy who was in my kindergarten class. We had been told as a class to be nice to him since his mother had disappeared.

Victim Linkages

Who knew who

If I was to guess, then it would be the front office worker who would have been the one who had the most linkages in this cluster. She would have known the employees working in the school and any student teachers there for the semester. Then she would have had some involvement with the news about the boys missing mother and most likely had to create a memo or policy for how to move forward after the girl was abducted from school grounds. Then of course she disappeared too.

These disappearances would be registered as a potentially linked cluster of statistical significance in relationship to serial abductions with two linkages. The first would be the geographical location of Lee Britian Elementary School. Then the additional linkage would be based on its cross-referencing navigational centroid of having been in the proximity of Glenda Shelton before or during their abduction. There is an outer circumference of possibility regarding place of disposal, and I watched one of these victims die and become disposed of in that DFW ravine. The others could have been deposited there too.

Victim Shared Traits

Commonalities of Theme

The commonalities here involve the attack style of frontal aggression with brute force resulting in unconsciousness. Followed by having their bodies quickly removed from the scene and carried to another place to conceal the body or to dispose of the remains. As mentioned previously this victim matched the other victims through a common denominator of convergence. There also is a high likelihood that four of these five have been disposed of in the same dumping ground.

Victim Overlaps

Sociological Binders

The number one sociological binder of all these victims for this concentrated cluster is that in one way or another they had business at Lee Britain Elementerey. The second binder involved the fact that law enforcement in their area had been compromised through corruption and if any investigations would be denied at the onset, limited in its hierarchical range, compromised by reassignment of investigators, and/or disappearances of case files. All of these could have been used to deny justice to the innocent in the contemporary period of era of context. Then denied a future reincarnation as a relevant cold case that would rate high in solvability if developed properly and with intentions of seeking justice.

Victim Verification Path

Who knew what when

I know that all of those employed at Lee Britian Elementary at the time knew that Glenda Shelton was involved. Just as in the neighborhood we lived in, many of its inhabitants knew what my parents were involved in. Those employed at the school knew the gossip based on the questions law enforcement was asking while they canvassed the area including those that worked in that school at the time. The time allotment of events led to a small number of employees at the scene when this woman disappeared. The janitors were each other’s alibies, but who alibied Glenda??? Know that this Deaf educator had a car and that she never drove away from the scene.

Where Victim Information May Be Found

Social Embeddedness

All these victims that I am referring to as I build the crisscrossing paths of decipherable conclusions shared the same embeddedness in their community. They all crossed the boundaries of Lee Britain Elementary as part of their routine either daily or weekly due to interactions concerned with employment, child enrolment, or sibling presentations. Then their place of residency would place them within the driving range of a proximal distance related to this school’s district or city. Glenda lived outside the district but within the city limits.

Employment stubs are located through an Irving I.S.D. payment history verification process. That evidence social security numbers which ended abruptly during Glenda’s time in service at Lee Britian Elementary. Then never reemerged in action with another employer. Consequently, these identifiers would be cross referenced with property tax record checks. It would gain the posthumous addresses for two of the victim’s residences and the location of the house that these two perpetrators occupied.

Geographical profiling would have been circumstantial but over time this would have triangulated a grid and then quantified an area of predatorial activity in relation to the comfort zone of these perpetrators. That school had five disappearances involving employees, older siblings, and the mother of a student. My Mother Glenda Shelton was suspected of four of these and my father may have been suspected in the fifth. This accumulates to Five missing people in the five years my mother worked there and now has extended to a five-decade long attrition of hope due to law enforcements moratorium on rectifying their incompetencies due to corruption.

Victim Family Involvement

Primary Group Actions Prior, Point, and Past

I had never seen these family members at Lee Britian elementary prior to this incident. The amount of time it took for the Irving Police Department to determine this woman was missing is unknown to me. I would imagine that her family was looking for her prior to calling the police or at least in conjunction with some family members driving to various areas to look for her while others alerted law enforcement. They would have found their family members’ car in the parking lot by the cafeteria. If her family members had searched for her hours after her disappearance, then the information gained from the janitors about who else had been at the school that evening would have made a short list and Glenda would have been identified as a person of interest then.

This victim had a high level of immediate and extended family involvement after her abduction. I am not sure when they began activating as an investigative task force, but their arrival was always abrupt and in number. They first appeared at the cessation of the Irving Police investigative tactic of interception where they waited for Glenda in the school parking lot and followed us home. Another aspect that occurred after their loved one had been abducted involved the calls to the ‘house of hate’ to request permission to come to our house. Then the group of women showed up and attempted to negotiate for the remains of their loved one by offering money and then as that failed, they cried and begged and then eventually left in disgust due to my parents taunting antics.

This deaf education teacher was highly respected in her profession, had long-standing connections to her community and had been loved by a large group of involved and concerned family members. All three of these entities had been failed by the Irving Police department due to the hierarchical structure of their malignancy that continues through to today. As these cases merit reinvestigation due to fresh perspectives their files are classified as having never existed. These files that had been composed by governmental employees that had been justified in creation by family complaint. These cases have been searched for using only one specific and limited tool as to their existence. The questioning of the same previous investigators from that time who may have been corrupt.

CRIME SCENE FACTS

Weather, Season, and Terrain

Feel Like Temperature and Lay of the Land

That day was a bright and sunny day with no humidity. I believe that it was the beginning of the school year and that may help you when searching for the paycheck stubs. This event happened behind Lee Britain Elementary just beyond the edge of the bricks that composed the corner of Glenda’s classroom. I was standing on the sidewalk as we headed toward the cafeteria parking lot. Then Robert appeared and was rushing toward us, heading across the grass from his car that he had parked in the cafeteria parking lot. Then Glenda bolted off the sidewalk and headed right at him screaming all the way. Their fight began out there in the grass, and both were engaged in intense fisticuffs. Then the victim screamed and she had been just off the paved sidewalk from under the awning.

She had her hands filled with a cardboard box of material and she dropped that as Robert rapidly approached her with his chest bowed out. That material was never collected by either Robert or Glenda and should have been still there when whoever else came looking for her. That would have constituted recovered physical evidence of a personal nature. Meaning that a collection of artifacts from the scene had been acquired and documented for this case of abduction. What happened to it then and where could it be now?

Setup or Spontaneity

Stalking or Sudden

The origin of this victim’s demise was completely in a surprise format for both the victim and offender. Neither had a plan of interaction, they all just arrived at the same scene at the same time. I don’t even believe that the Deaf Education teacher had ever met Robert before. If they had been out of synch for just 5 minutes, then the victim would have lived, and my parents may have acted accordingly due to the presence of a witness or physically fought after that teacher had left the scene.

Level of Perceived Accountability to Acquire Target

Potential witness suppression factors

The only witness to this spontaneous moment of a victim who used defensible action to attempt to rescue Glenda and then fell prey to both of my parents and their onslaught of swinging fists was me. There was someone in one of the school windows looking out when Glenda started to scream but I never looked back at them once the commotion started. That may have been how the Irving Police had zeroed in on Glenda from the beginning with such determination. That knowledge would have swept through the school gossip circle like wildfire. It would be to any investigator’s benefit to look for additional disappearances that occurred in this area at that time. Many times, my parents found additional work from people who knew the word around town and approached them with their family problems.

Law Enforcement corruptibility

Internal affairs divisions had not been a routine measure during the 1970’s. Law enforcement was allowed large breadth of discretion during this era. Interpretations of laws and their enforcements had less of a black and white litigation aspect and more of a political gray area of the ‘good ole boy’ system. Federally the Watergate scandal evidenced the political use of law enforcement as tools of opposing parties. The Knapp Commission in New York found wide scale corruption due to the intermingling of organized crime and the bribery at all levels within the law enforcement hierarchy. The Dixie Mafia that operated throughout the south in the1970’s. From larger criminal syndicates become off shoots of criminal satellites and then from them supportive streams that lead to feeder brooks.

The gears of these profit achieving machines of ill-gotten gains spread out and initiate more corruption further downstream. Supplying the raw materials necessary for continued growth of an enterprise that feeds from the gross byproducts of legitimate business. From politician to appointee who is supported by the professionally licensed and eventually the hourly worker. All systems are sympathetic to one another in a hierarchy and subject to intergenerational transmissions of legacies. In the human body, organ system failure starts with the cascading effect of one anatomical component that compromises the next and then that matrix of a systemic chain reaction descends toward the completion of multiple organ dysfunctional syndrome. All systems are prone to dysregulation and eventual collapse if systems are not kept clean and culprits allowed to infiltrate the healthy functional tissue.

My Grandfather was that malignant cancer of a known body of disease in Sherman Texas and Grayson County, and I grew up watching him hand out envelopes of cash to sheriffs of his county, to police from various areas, followed by country cow pokes that did the actual kidnapping of female migrant workers. Later it was my father who developed that foreign infectious disease once we moved to Irving Texas. The Sheriffs and the police made their way to the ‘house of hate’ for envelopes but the real progress in law enforcement corruption came when Sgt. Jim Alfrd walked across the street of Twin Falls and met my father Robert Stout Shelton. A leader looking for a follower, a boss and his crimie, from that day until my freshman year in high school they were inseparable and thick as thieves. Their dumping grounds filled with the disappeared and presumably forgotten. Due to the corruption that was sold to law enforcement and the agents that accepted.

Plausible Deniability

In this facet of their impulsive diabolic nature there exists no plausible method in which they would have had a shred of deniability. The collection of physical evidence at the scene of the crime and then the additional set of eyes that must have witnessed this event along with mine and the police presence that was paid for by taxpayers as part of this investigation. Would have removed all deniability had that probe not stalled and received the proper follow-through concerning investigative procedures.

Prior Treaty to Work on the Reservation (Zone of Sanctioned Deconfliction)

As my grandfather did in his town and county, my father blue-printed that criminal franchise here. He built a money-rich scheme of criminal expertise and made sure to pay for the privilege of protection. From Irving to Sherman and with the inclusion of Weatherford Texas he had his zone of reciprocity. Parker County through to Grayson County and everything in between was his fiefdom where he was lord of his own spoils.

He had maximized his growth and had free reign through more zip codes than his own father had during his lifetime. Then add to this his rendezvous and contacts with other crime families in Louisiana, Arkansas Oklahoma, New Mexico, and Colorado then from time-to-time the country of Mexico. Robert Shelton held the keys to a connective corridor of highly profitable territory from the 1970’s through to the 1990’s. Staying on his reservations allowed him to practice his wicked craft without interruption as long as the money flowed and he paid his toll.

Timeline

Organized, Disorganized, or Mixed Method Offender

Robert could stay within a classic framework of organized and disorganized but mostly he ventured out and intermingled both while increasing his option of the unknown through his alters’ needs to exercise their own demons. This victim started as a completely disorganized mess of circumstance followed by a highly rigorous and structured set of behaviors that kept this woman hidden for the entire length of her captivity. If Robert was being surveilled, he was able to avoid detection during this time of repeated and frequent visits to his captive. The need to appear as if he was going about his fatherly duties increased the probability that he would include me as his beard.

The fortitude required of a man plagued by such immoral impulses shaped by the fractured personalities his psyche had forged to survive his father’s sadistic abuse must have been overwhelming, even torrential in force. He stayed on the course and avoided his own discovery as he placated his pursuers and led them astray or indulged them with their preferred allotment of green. At first his entry into the arena of this atrocity was primal and instinctive. Then due to parameters of need he adapted and changed the course of his or their momentum and extrapolated an extended draft of her innocence to feed the sadistic needs of those within.

At no other time had I seen him extend a captive’s life to this degree. With perpetual experimentation involving his sadistic accoutrement to her diminishing life force. Then he even planned an elaborate death ritual that involved additional crimies that I believe I had seen at the auctions before. Those additional men brought her body in a rough wooden box that had the dimensions of a coffin and fit per proportions perfectly. Those same men brought the hangman’s rope complete with noose and pulled her body into a dangling death position and held her there while Robert hugged her legs and added his weight to her lower torso and pulled her body into his death restrictor arms and cried.

Then she was placed back in the box with the rope, and these same men carried her out. When the box first arrived, I thought it was filled with soil until I saw it move and then the figure was so thin, with dark skin, and limb-like with long thin fingers that I believed it to be a witch something that I was extremely afraid of at that age. She could not stand without his help, and he gently walked her to the hangman’s noose. Set its girth upon her neck and synched it and watched as her thin and emaciated form rose into the air. These crimies did not speak and this all seemed choreographed to a preplanned ritual that perhaps these men had participated in before, but I had never witnessed until this event. These men answered to Robert; he told them what to do and they responded to him as if they had been conditioned by him into his servitude.

Spectrum of Suspicion

Who in the community knew?

It is my belief by how the employees at Lee Britian Elementary presented themselves to Glenda that all knew what events she had played a role in and their body language and treatment toward me allowed them to express their loyalty or distain toward her. I was no more than a pawn on this chess board that Glenda played with her power and control issues. My mother hated me as part of her rageful projection and treated me as an incarnation of my father. My mother wanted my older brother to be allowed to return home and my father denied it. Why was this a rule of the house I have never been able to get a straight answer concerning. All I have ever seen over time is that these two have the same personality and have never gotten along.

Due to the splitting my mother had accomplished with these adults and the fact that the principal came to the school went straight to his office and never came out during school hours. I deduced that through her personality disorder she conquered many at this school by imposing her will upon them. Then these disappearances gave her a mystique, and she doubled down on her intimidation campaign just as she did toward me at home. These employees divided themselves into three categories. The first went out of their way to enforce Glenda’s wrath and maintain her pecking order while subsequently being torturously cruel toward me.

The second clashed with her and I believe one of them reported this treatment I was enduring to CPS due to a lady in a long blue dress appearing at Lee Britain and who would continually try and engage me whenever she saw me in the halls or sitting alone at lunch. The other children did not like me, and I was ostracized continually for being the ‘retard allowed out of the zoo’, that’s what they referred to as special education. Add to this the open sores on my face and the fact that I smelled like feces and I was not a winning example of friendship.

Then when the stress at school became too much, I would dissociate and my altered reality would attempt to save me. Suddenly I would bolt up out of my chair, race out of my classroom door and exit the building and run hundreds of yards away. Then my arms would flail and I would wind mill out of control as I had burned beyond my body’s oxygen capacity. I would fall unconscious for a few minutes and wake up due to the sting that my body acquired from the abrasions of impacting the asphalt while in a limp and accelerating mass of flesh often in clothes with holes in them. Then I laid there wondering why I was there lying in a pile of limbs and feeling like my skin was on fire.

I would stand and wonder around and eventually figure out that I was supposed to be in that school over there but its name had eluded me. My rationale was that I had gone out to play and been thrown here in a discombobulated pile or fell asleep and missed the whistle or teachers call to go back inside. This was my life under Glenda’s rule as she ran a secondary rule of dysfunctional influence in another part of my embeddedness.

I suffered at that school more than any other child had. Other than the ones who had been abducted and disappeared. At least their pain ended and they had returned to heaven and their ancestors. All the employees in this school knew what Glenda had done but she was untouchable and they joined her or suffered her but then a few opted for what was behind door number 3. They transferred out and escaped from this toxic work environment, you could find these employees, just think of how much they know. Too bad you will not find that woman that wore the long blue dress and who I knew would talk with children and then I would never see those children again. She disappeared too and no one ever told me where she had gone. That savior exited my world without me.

Innocent witnesses or complicit observers

In this event pertaining to this one victim these employees of Lee Britain Elementary had been innocent witnesses since they were not involved with her demise in any way. Except for whoever had witnessed from that window, I have no idea what they witnessed. Later as words spread and the number of disappearances increased then the number of complicit observers multiplied. This women’s family formed a brigade and attempted to demand answers at first and later had to reform to attempt a second savvier approach. Where they would offer to wave accountability and even brought cash to buy their loved ones remains back then unexpectedly fell into despair and began begging. That never works on these two, true it might extend your life by a small increment of time, but they never let anyone go.

None of these employees, to my knowledge, forced the issue with Glenda about confessing nor did they lead a campaign to raise money for that woman’s family after this victim in question had disappeared, I never overheard anyone talking about her or any of the disappearances other than the boy in my kindergarten class. Who we had been told to be nice to since no one knew where his mother was. After a few days of that announcement in class that boy stopped showing up and in a way he too disappeared. It took me over two decades of flashbacks to put all this together I hope now you continue where law enforcement left off and as I have asked before, ‘send the dead home.’

Evidence of community collapse through intermediate acts of suppression

Pertaining to this case, I believe that the intermediate effects of corruption have been in effect for many years. The man I assumed to be the father of this victim wore business attire and conducted himself as a man who had a familiarity of being in charge. For Robert and Glenda Shelton who rose in life from humble beginnings and met at Texas Christian University which resulted in their marriage. There are too many flagrant episodic events of evidentiary matters existing in plain view. In conjunction with this victim’s familial embodiment of community ties most likely of a prominent and multi-generational basis.

For the happenstance of investigational incompetence to be the primary culprit that thwarted the successful prosecutorial closure of this inquiry. Would require an unreasonable sustainability of disbelief within the logical sphere of rationality. This equation does not suffice nor meet criteria as judiciously sound with proper procedure and lawful handling of evidence. When time has allotted the course of this presumably homicidal act into the annuals of a NO-BODY recoverable abduction classification.

Ending its pursuit of justice with some strong evidentiary clues known to have been in existence and collected from the scene but allowed to be pilfered into extinction by the endeavors of one of my father’s henchmen. Who disguised himself in the cloak of a peace officer allowing him to infiltrate the honorable confines of a space heralded as a corner stone necessary to achieve a fair and balanced act of criminal justice. A place indispensable for continued chain-of-custody, the evidence room and consequently corrupt the course of these injustices. So, he could accomplish the task assigned to him by Robert Shelton and remain in his good graces while receiving his payment in coins gained from previous acts against humanity accomplished by selling the innocent into sexual bondage.

Evidence of Criminal Activity

Pre-crime

This event offered no pre-planning in relation to locating a victim for an abduction. The precrime standard would only apply to the act that Robert had arrived to perhaps predicate upon Glenda, but she acted violently first and initiated the scene of domestic violence.

Prime-crime

Then this victim arrived at the scene and all four of us were surprised. Evidenced by her initial scream and resulting in three of us then looking toward where that sound had initiated from. Robert attempted to intimidate her and this victim countered with a field goal style kick that lifted Robert’s body and then resulted in him lying in a fetal position. Glenda advanced and assault the victim and then Robert rose and engaged this victim and consequently she fell unconscious upon the ground.

Post-crime

This victim’s body was retrieved and carried over Robert’s shoulder and placed in the trunk of his car. Glenda wangled my body as my dissociative mind had placed it into a stupor. She then made way with my rigid frozen form and progressed us toward her red station wagon. Robert drove away with the victim’s body and was parked in the ‘house of hates’ driveway when Glenda and I arrived. She denied him the opportunity to bury this victim at the house of hate and he left. Later he began to take me with him to the small barn where her box lay covered in either dung or soil or a combination of the two.

Possible Living Witnesses

Who may still be alive that witnessed the event?

I am still alive, but that reality seems not to add to the progression of this case. Since I have not been able to persuade a law enforcement agency to search pay roll stubs for Lee Britain Elementary, conduct autopsies search for the bodies collected on Twin Falls Street during the 1970’s, or initiate a media surge pertaining to missing loved ones from the 1970’s in Irving Texas. Perhaps I am considered mentally ill or maybe simply a liar. However, could this is tremendously detailed and factually based written work be part of a delusional and/or psychotic episode. My efforts to communicate have evidenced no paranoia or circular reasoning of unfounded content. The law enforcement agency that answered the call to aid this family in its time of need and consequently attempted to bring them justice through an investigation simply failed. Evidence may still exist in the property archives of the Irving Police Department, but the file created for investigation has evidently been pilfered and no longer exists.

The viewer from the window may still be alive and the list of who would have been inside the school would be a short one. Then there are the younger girls most likely teenagers in their years. Who accompanied their family to Lee Britain Elementary to confront Glenda and are the same who attended the negotiation for their loved one’s remains at the ‘house of hate.’ The goal of this endeavor is not simply post-humanness conviction. But the chance to ascertain location and recovery of their loved ones remains and allows them a religious burial of their choice in a family plot. A chapter of sorrow and grief opened in the 1970’s needs to be reconciled of its wrongs and laid to rest for the living loved ones.

Who, in the victim’s social fabric, remembers missing the victim?

The students that attended her regional day school for the deaf at that time may have been old enough to recall that tragedy. I am sure that there were other teachers at that day school for the deaf and perhaps a living employee or two who are still cognizant enough to engage in questioning. Hearing impaired students at that time may have recalled that their teacher disappeared. Then of course the teenage girls who I witnessed arrive at Lee Britian Elementary and the ‘house of hate’. Then perhaps over the years this family laid a tombstone in their loved one’s honor as a remembrance of her. That could be in memorial records if someone would physically do the digging. Then just as an afterthought she may have been married but I witnessed no husband arrive at either the school or the ‘house of hate’ during the protest or negotiation stage of body procurement.

Body Disposal

When, where, and why

I believe she was deposited in the DFW ravine or the creek behind the Irving Golf Range on highway 183 during the mid to late 1970’s. These men of Roberts may have had other orders since he made her victimization a special case. But I doubt that they would have taken the time to bury her unless he paid them additionally. The ‘why’ associated with this victim has an unexpectedness to it since he had her for the longest period of any captive I had witnessed. Then he spent hours within days and more than a week or two engaging with her verbally and reaching a cathartic release most every time.

Determination of a torture, kill, hold, dump, or mixed-use site

The ‘house of hate’ was a mixed-use site, The DFW ravine was a mixed use site and the creek behind the Irving Golf Range was a mixed used site.

Preparation, acquisition, and concealment

This victim had no previous involvement with my parents to my knowledge. They only took acquisition of her because she was a witness and they had assaulted her. Her concealment involved the trunk of Roberts’ car then the rectangular box and I would imagine at her disposal sight due to the heavily thicketed terrain.

Familiarity, fun, and function that form intent of purpose

This victim had no familiarity with Robert, and I had never seen her inside the school before, and she was not one of Glenda’s groupies. This victim was out of Glenda’s life once she left in the trunk of the car. The additional time that Robert spent at the small barn with this victim did not have the characteristics of the sadistic fun he often kept victims alive for. The only function that this victim continued act of living served involved management of consequences.

Robert informed this victim on many occasions about how intense the search for her was and how he had interacted with her family members. Though we left the house in his car we often switched cars numerous times and Robert stopped and parked on residential streets and watched his side mirrors and rear view. Sometimes we didn’t go to see this victim and just drove around for hours. He may have been keeping her alive so that if he was caught then he had something to negotiate with. Also, he could bargain down to man slaughter versus up to first degree murder.

Sadism, symbolism, and solidarity

Neither Robert nor Glenda abducted this victim for any of these reasons. Yes, these are reasons that motivate them. Especially when they feel like hunting and are looking for their trifecta of perverse enjoyment when choosing, abducting, and torturing someone together. The sadism played a role in the constant mocking of the confined victim and later in her predetermined death ritual. This victim was treated heinously and died horrifically. Partly since she bested him and humiliated his ‘others’ and then partly due to his inability to hunt for additional victims during her time of imprisonment.

With the amount of surveillance that he continued to speak of. My thought is that he couldn’t sadistically act out his frustrations and fantasies the way he wanted to since his surveillance was unpredictable. There would be the surveillance he believed he had seen and was active around him and then his paranoia about what surveillance he perceived to be active around him. He wouldn’t dare to take this woman out of her box since law enforcement could come knocking while he was in that barn and if they connected him to this plant nursery then they may search those grounds and while she resided in that box covered with fecal filled soil she was still difficult to find.

LAW ENFORCEMENT INVOLVEMENT

What Agency Responded

Degree of pursuit toward justice

The only Law Enforcement Department that I witnessed that had become involved with this victim was the Irving Police Department. I knew their uniforms since they had come to our school to instruct us on community safety and stranger danger. Then when we went to this educational traffic town across from Irving high School some of the officers arrived to lead us through hand signals for our tricycles. Then there was the fact that I wanted to be a sheriff and I was mesmerized by holsters and badges.

I believe that the stories that Robert shared with this victim were true and that some type of law enforcement involvement was occurring. Then the perpetual law enforcement residency in the school parking lot and the law enforcement tail on the drive home followed by the parking outside the home was real since I witnessed and endured the tension that it caused in my household. In the beginning the investigation seemed to be focused on target and then just as suddenly as it all started it stopped and life went on as if nothing had occurred. The question that I have is about how we determine which number she was in this sequence of Shelton clan abductions and missing females tat spanned over the decades???

INFORMATIONAL DETAILS ACQUIRED FROM WHAT SOURCES

Witnessed Event

Date of Recall Title of Written Work

This victim and the scenario surrounding her began about 12 years ago but like muscle to a Skelton my mind continues to open and dress her structural story out but still no name has appeared, and I am guessing at her title of deaf educator. I entitled her that since she was approximate to the deaf education portable building and by process of elimination that is where all the deaf education students and teachers resided thus, I affixed her title as such. I have been working on this profile since April 6^th and today is April 9^th.

This has been heavy and arduous work since it always exhausts me to cross the membrane and recall subconscious content and formulate it into a conscious explanation that law enforcement can use. My, excel sheets that I gridded out for my first efforts to gain closure for these family members. Had to be reformulated into this style of presentation to be accepted by social media. As I have taken it upon myself to advocate for these victims in whatever way I can since my health is getting worse. I have created CPTSDcoldcase on social media, where I can ask the community for help.

Dissociative Amnesic Flashback

What I have written here has come from several flashbacks over time as the content of recall has grown. Each time that I work a victim page I often will recall more than I did before, but it seems that I never acquire a name. With this victim I may have never known her name since I was in special education and did not associate with the deaf education children. I can share that this is the first time that I recalled the figure at the window watching Glenda and I before that woman screamed. That was a new insight, and I have no idea how it will factor in. Please read up on Dissociative Amnesia, people have been suffering from this condition since before Freud began to discover its prevalence.

Reconsolidation of Cognitive Restructuring

With this victim it has been an ongoing task to assimilate all the systemic parts that are associated with her long and enduring saga of sadistic torture. For every fact that I can compile about her existence and suffering and for some their eventual disposal. It often takes me weeks of suffering through the psychosomatic pain reminiscent of the struggle I endured in my past. As I am unraveling a complex helix of multiple amnesic bits all coming to the surface at once. Then I must take what I completed that day which I could have spent ten hours accumulating and deciphering into all its various parts.

Imagine a crossword puzzle with characters going North and South, the East and West but all are jumbled but distinctive in what parts belong where. Then when you identify them and realign their contexts in how they create and tell a story of one or more victims within a scene. You can ascertain the puzzle pieces and begin to build your framework. As those edges grow and you can see what’s revealed then you know how to outline your flow and assign facts to the right sequence and still sometimes you do not have enough information and you must wait until your subconscious feels safe enough to release more of your past traumas. From there if I can I build victim sheets and now profile pages for law enforcement use to ‘send the dead home.’

Confession from perpetrator and/or share from community

My two parents discussed this victim a great deal. They did not talk about how he was spending time with her in the small barn. What would occur is that Sgt. Jim Alfford was sending details to the house of hate through his wife Mrs. Alford. Then Robert would return home and Glenda would update him about the investigation and how this victim’s family had been in contact with her and what was being said by them. Then all the criminals associated would begin to mock this victim’s family and role play these horrendous scenarios out about how these loved ones must be crying and trying to deal with their grief. That would excite these two and often they would passionately take one another and collapse on the floor in the living room and have sex. Watching all this torture was traumatic for me but enduring their sadistic tendencies and how they became titillated by them was traumatic too. Sex sounds are reminiscent of torture and sounds of dying. Their passion on that couch and/or floor was as confusing to me at a young age as were the murders. I remember being so confused and believing that my parents were trying to murder one another.

There were confessions from the teachers at the school about these disappearances, but they would stop talking when I walked up to them and I didn’t have my memories then. All I could put together was that they were talking about people disappearing and how sad it was. Many times, teachers would be crying and then they would reach down and put their hands on each of my shoulders and ask me how I was doing. I had no answer since this behavior freaked me out and to me it was like when you go to a funeral and the crying relatives are attempting to talk to you through their grief. These teachers would kneel and look upon me with faces of tears and anguish. While attempting to ask me a question that they hoped would allow them comfort. Their inquiry was based on meeting their needs, not mine. In a passive manner this was just another extension of the abuse occurring at Lee Britian Elementary due to the culture of silence surrounding the criminal behavior.

Then there were the victims’ families’ confessions, but it was a different style of sharing information. They had few details other than where their daughter had been snatched and that no one was helping them. This was a highly interactive and functional family who always appeared well dressed and simply by the looks of their clothes and the details of the women’s hair. They seemed upper crust and had never occupied the white trash arena that my biologicals were known for. Neither the immediate nor the extended members of this family seemed to have any experience with trauma. I had been abused my entre childhood and when trauma occurred to me, I had a scale that allowed me to determine if that assault had been costly or if I had been lucky enough to escape before I was too scathed.

Every year in school I had a new bully or a group of bullies, but I knew which ones actually could hurt me and which ones threw punches like toddlers. My mind and body had a Giger counter that was primed and could register situations like I was a CIA spy from a tier one unit of special forces. I developed a Spidey sense for when I needed to endure and see a situation through or when everything was about to go nuclear and I needed to run out of the house or the building and flee until my arms wind-milled and I passed out and nose dived into the gravel. These people had none of that and where I could feel good about having escaped the worst of a situation. These family members would be continually stuck in how indignant they were about the mistreatment they had experienced. At the hands of the criminals and law enforcement then eventually their community as they watched their loved one’s memory fade away as birthdays and holidays came and went. Their child or sister became a forever age never to grow older. They are now a family tree with a missing limb.

My life had been different. My mother hated me as she held me responsible for her sorrow caused by the injustice of my older brother never being able to come home. Routinely she tried to choke me to death with both her hands wrapped around my throat as she strangled me. While sitting on my chest with both her knees as my brothers watched. I knew the real aspects of life with this family of mine. The loved ones of the deceased had been coddled in a protective engagement of unconditional love since birth and having to enter the reality of a missing loved one was beyond their comprehension. To my knowledge society had never failed them and the checks and balances of life had always been there to serve their needs and keep them safe.

Their inability to successfully demand satisfaction from Glenda and then to be denied was another incomprehensible trauma that had to have caused their family system a dark depression. What confuses me is why they stopped pursuing the Shelton clan. Other families that had experienced a loss at the hands of my parent’s attacked our house and killed people in our front yard. Of course, that event would be written as a drive by, and no further investigation would take place. This one family that resided in the constellation of a universe of victims suffered just as all those before them and after them in Irving Texas. Predators enabled by law enforcement, allowed to roam free ensnared another innocent who thought their privilege built upon their works of being a good citizen carried protection since the police would have their back. Suffered a level of societal betrayal that usually only afflicts Third World countries. Tax paying citizens of the great state of Texas. Became victims of a corrupt system that they had believed in. From beginning to end they have been victimized as a family and still they feel that burden as part of a longitudinal circumstance. Their loved one’s death became part of a sex trafficking rings clearance agreement for collateral damage due to its prepay structure that allowed the organized crime family to continue business as usual. The question is will law enforcement ever tell them???

This family of functionals carried their confessions on their faces, and my belief was that they had to retreat and regroup as a support typology and realized they were causing themselves hurt and knew that the quicker they disengaged from law enforcement and dealing with the ‘house of hate’ the faster that pain would subside. Then after some time and maybe a few sessions of therapy it dawned on them that this gaping wound would always fester and that this was now their new normal. Find this family and know their pain then allow this experience to build up the momentum to steam toward the next solvable case and send that one home too. You’re the only hope they have and that should make you sad, but will that change anything?

PROVABLE SOLVABILITY SOLUTIONS SUGGESTED BY CIRCUMSTANCE

Acquirable Records by Means of Physical Effort

Archeological digs through the archives

Funeral dates and Cemetery plot deed and designation

W-2 forms and Taxes paid

School attendance no show / no return

Dormant bank accounts

Employment pay-stubs, cessation without termination

Registered memorial service procession

Postal processing returns with no forwarding address

HYPOTHESIS

Why this case has not been solved

What are the factors of suspicious policy and procedural dysfunctions

For some reason unbeknownst to me this case stalled and then died. To my knowledge no one followed up, nor tried to come back later to resurrect this case. To attempt to heal that family by solving their case. Fixing the wrong that had been committed to such an innocent and loving family that they never resurfaced in my life to try again and heal their trauma. Something or someone put a stop to all progression of this abduction that should now be deemed a cold case with a possible body.

Even now after 50 years a family member of mine found in my own gene pool has made himself known to me through other family members. That family member now sits at the same desk as Sgt. Jim Alford once did as an internally promoted Sergeant that rides the desk of detective of missing people. However, none of my people made his list what power he must hold at the level of a Sergeant. He has proclaimed to other family members that these victim sheets will not be worked and that I should stop sending in my cold case files since he had decreed that no investigation will take place. Added to this he let my other family members know that he and his colleagues laugh at my attempts to gain justice for these families. Just identify those colleagues and I will believe that accountability has been set in motion and maybe healing could someday occur.

What could solve this case

The who, what, when, and where of corruptive incompetence

The only solution that I can offer after having been actively attempting to solve these cold cases for decades is that these cases have only one hope. A multi-agency task force that does not include the Irving Police must be assimilated and charged with locating the names associated with the victim sheets that I have provided thus far and required to include any additional victim sheets that will come to fruition due to future flashbacks. Then a full media press where the public is allowed to know that cases of such activity have come to law enforcement’s attention and that if you lost a loved one between 1970s and the 1990s in Texas that there is a high probability the Shelton clan caused that disappearance. I am doing my part through social media now please do yours. May you ‘send the dead home’ soon.

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