To Write a Murderer?

Corey Hollinger 2007

Would you write to an admitted and convicted murderer in prison?  At one point in my life I would have said “no way.”

Now, I was assigned to read a story about a man serving out his life sentence in prison in Pennsylvania.  I was curious about his life in prison.  It started when he was 16 and now he is 41.  http://girlboxer1970.com/2012/03/14/life-sentence-at-16/  I received an A+ on my review of the original article about this crime.

So, I typed two paragraphs to Corey Hollinger and I received six hand-written pages in return.  He doesn’t seem like a horrible person.  Actually, he seems like a pretty decent guy.  I could scan his letters and let you all read them but, I can sum them up much easier.  He works as a teacher’s aide teaching other prisoners English to earn their GED.  He enjoys almost all types of music.  He found God.  He believes he will get the chance of parole someday.  He works out and is in very good shape.  When he is paroled he wants to finish his college degree (he started college while in prison) and be an ordained minister.

At least he has hope.  I don’t see Pennsylvania every letting Corey out of prison, but that’s just my opinion.  Who am I to rain on his future parade?

(Corey doesn’t have access to the Internet so I can pretty much write whatever I want.)

I wrote Corey a “real letter” this time, explaining why I even know who he is.  I told him what I study in school.  How I’m trying to get through a divorce.  I even printed off some of my papers I wrote for college and some blogs to entertain him.  He will be the only person who reads my blogs off of paper!  I sent him copies of the paper I wrote about him and his little brother Tracy and my opinion piece on life sentences in Pennsylvania.  http://girlboxer1970.com/2012/03/20/life-without-parole-in-pa/

So I’m writing to a murderer…I never would have guessed.

~P.

College, kids and soccer

It’s 8:15 PM and I’ve finally sat down in a comfortable seat for the first time today.  It feels good.

<Big pause in typing while I relax and let my hands rest on the keyboard. >

My day started off with Geography, a class I happen to enjoy.

<Currently failing, but I have faith I can fix that.>

We took a quiz and I think I passed.  I’ll know on Friday.

<Did the extra credit map for an extra 22 possible points.>

Next was Information Literacy (or IFL) which is a relatively informative and interesting computer class.

<The girl next to me is prego.  She has terrible breath.  I feel bad for her, the girl to her right, and me.>

I am doing a little presentation on Identity Theft for extra credit.

<The guy next to me looks at cars and car parts almost the entire class.>

So far only one other person has signed up.  I guess no one needs the extra credit.

<Unless you don’t show up for class, there is no way to fail.  Car Dude with pass with no problems.>

We could even work with a partner, which I think is ridiculous.

<I’d ask Prego, but her breath would probably kill me.>

I had a hot dog at the Chemistry Club’s Weenie Wednesday stand.  $1 hotdogs and they’re all beef.

<They never have any burned dogs!  I like my dogs burnt and very crispy.>

In the Professional Writing Studio, I worked on my Spanish presentation.

<Me llamo Rosetta Ramirez…>

I printed some research questionnaires about balloons.

<I think balloons are sexy.  Who doesn’t love balloons?>

I chatted with some friends who were also hanging out in the studio.

<We must band together to fight the Writing Lab Trolls!>

Ying and I took several walks around campus because we both need the exercise.

<Well, I need the exercise.  Ying is a skinny rat dog.>

Five and one half hours later I went to my daughter’s soccer practice.

<It was hard as hell to find her team.  The coach didn’t give out the t-shirts at the beginning of practice.>

I watched her practice and signed up to provide a snack at a future game.

<Heather, the coaches’ girlfriend came over and gave me a schedule and hit me up for the snack list.>

Tesla did really well with the ball and following the directions of the coach.

<The pink cleats she got from a friend were adorable.  Her daddy didn’t have to buy new ones after all.>

The coach did a great job considering he’s never coached soccer before.

<He’s a better softball player, everyone would agree, including him.>

I was proud of the coach.  I could tell he was giving it his all.

<There was a knee brace on his left leg.  A softball injury?>

He really enjoyed having all these children run around him, carrying out his directions.

<Let me tell you, this coach is very good at giving directions.>

The coaches’ girlfriend left, no one noticed but me, and maybe the coach.

<Heather isn’t the Head Soccer Mom for the purple team.>

After practice I hung around until there was no one left but Heather’s daughter, Tesla and John.

<Bria is adorable.  She always says hello to me.>

The four of us walked towards the parking lot.

<Tesla said to Bria, “you can’t drink my mom’s iced tea because you don’t have the same germs.”

It was a very long walk and Tesla held my hand.

<Tesla said to me, “you and Daddy have the same germs.>

My other hand was full or I believe Bria would have wanted to hold it.

<I giggled and said, “Mommy’s germs mixed with Daddy’s germs and that made you!”>

Tesla and Bria laughed like crazy at that statement.

<Tesla said to John, “isn’t Mommy funny Daddy?”  “Yeah, she’s funny.” John replied.>

John and I held conversation on the way to the truck.  We can be civil.

<Well, I think we can.  There are days I have my doubts.  Deep down, he misses me.  LOL>

I said goodbye to Tesla (and Bria) and asked John if he would send a note in to school Friday.

<I held my breath, waiting to hear his answer.>

He hesitated briefly and I said, “John, please send a note so I can get her Friday after class.”

<Don’t you dare say no in front of Tesla and Bria….>

He replied, “yes, I’ll send in the note.”

<Do I miss John?  There are times I do.  Especially when it comes to watching him play sports.>

“Thank you,” I replied.  “What happened to your truck?” I asked, noticing the damage to the rear.

<Didn’t surprise me to see the damage.  He can be very careless when driving.>

“I hit Ladonna’s car.”

<Is working as a secretary for John really worth the stress and drama?>

I went my way and my child, husband and husband’s girlfriend’s daughter went the other.

<I feel ripped off on so many levels by this marriage.  Thank God for blogging.>

~P.

The Spanish Chef

Second oral presentation in Spanish II.

 

Hola!  Soy una jefa de cocina y me llamo Rosetta Ramírez.

Me gustan las frutas como los plátanos y las uvas.  También, me gusta el yogur y la granola.

Mi familia y yo comemos estos ingredientes en un parfait.  Es refrescante comer fruta.

Los ingredientes son: plátanos, uva, granola, y yogur.

Los pasos para preparar el parfait son:

Primero, usted coloca los plátanos cortados en el tazón.

Segundo, usted coloca la granola encima de los plátanos.

Después, usted coloca las uvas y el yogur de Dannon en el tazón.

Por último, usted coloca la granola encima del yogur.

 

Es delicioso y usted disfrutará comer un parfait.

Gracias por escuchar la receta favorita de mi familia.

ENGLISH:

Hello! I am a chef and my name is Rosetta Ramírez. I like fruits such as the bananas and the grapes. Also, I like the yogurt and the granola.

My family and I eat these ingredients in a parfait. It is refreshing to eat fruit.

The ingredients are: bananas, grape, granola, yogurt.

The steps to prepare the parfait are:

First, you place the cut bananas in the bowl.

Second, you place the granola on the bananas.

Then you place the grapes and the Dannon Yogurt in the bowl.

Finally, you place the granola on top of the yogurt.

It is delicious and you will enjoy eating a parfait.

Thank you for listening to a favorite recipe for my family.

 

The Abuse of Indian Children

The Carlisle Indian School in Carlisle, PA was doomed from the very beginning in 1879.  Establishing a school in a former a military barrack is not a conducive educational environment.  The relocation of Indian children, often without the consent of their parents, to this militia inspired location was inappropriate.  This and many other actions had negative results in the lives of almost all the children relocated to Carlisle and affected generations of Indians to come.

Richard Henry Pratt was an officer of the 10th Cavalry, and while he may have had good intentions, the Carlisle Indian School did not lead to positive results.  The first day at the school was a failure.

“The group arrived at Carlisle in the middle of the night, October 6, 1879. They stepped off the platform to be greeted by hundreds of townspeople, welcoming them and accompanying them to the army post. But when Pratt, Miss Mather and the children arrived at the empty military post, tired and hungry, there were no provisions awaiting them. No bedding, no food, no clothing – none of the requested necessities. Once again, Pratt had been thwarted by the BIA. (Bureau of Indian Affairs) The children slept on the floor in their blankets.”  (http://www.sd4history.com/Unit7/carlisle.htm)

Pratt removed the Indian children from the care of their parents to teach them to be like white people.  In 1879 there were no laws to protect one’s religion, minorities or children.  This was Pratt’s school to “Kill the Indian, save the man” and this slogan had two meanings.  Force the Indians to act like white men and to accept Christianity as their faith.  This may have sounded like a just cause but the actions taken to enforce the white man’s laws were abusive.  It took centuries for the “white man” to admit the actions taken during the school existence from 1879 to 1918 were not necessarily in the best interest of the Indian population.

“When children came to the school, the teachers cut their long hair. The students also got different clothes. No one would let them talk their own language. Many children became very homesick. Their teachers showed them how to read and write in English. They also taught them trades like farming, sewing, and baking. The Indian children were sent to church and Sunday School. Their teachers wanted them to know how to live like white people when they left the school.”  (http://home.epix.net/~landis/histry.html)

The Indians did not adapt quickly to their new environment.  The emotional toll was extreme and physically, their bodies were not able to fight off the diseases the white men brought with them.

“Illness and death among the children were common. Many of the children suffered from separation anxiety, smallpox and tuberculosis. As most of the children were sent back to their reservations, many others passed away at the school, which made it necessary for a cemetery. A hundred and ninety children are buried in the cemetery, with the majority of those buried are from the Apache tribe.” (http://christinemusser.suite101.com/carlisle-indian-school-a20733)

While there were success stories of Indians who were sent to Carlisle, the Pennsylvania Historical and Museum Commission stated in 2003 on a permanent marker located on the school grounds at the cemetery, “Despite idealistic beginnings, the school left a mixed and lasting legacy, creating opportunity for some students and conflicted identities for others.  In this cemetery are 186 graves of student who died while at Carlisle.”  (This number conflicts with the number of graves noted previously.)  (http://www.suite101.com/view_image.cfm/183702)

Regardless of 186 or 190 children, their deaths were senseless and were caused by the actions of Pratt and those who supported the assimilation of the American Indians.  The United States of America has acknowledged the inappropriateness of forcing the Indian children to change their heritage to suit the white men.  Now, in the 21st Century, the American Indians are encouraged to share their heritage, customs and religious beliefs with the foolish white men.

Geronimo stopped to visit Carlisle…did you know that?

~P.

Vinyl, Latex and Inflated fun

Hand Job available

Now I’ve been thinking about all the different fetishes there are…it’s almost endless.   I like the smell and feel of vinyl & latex.

Latex is a popular stimulant to some people.  It causes allergic reactions to others.  Balloons, condoms, clothing and more….The picture of the lady in black latex with the black cat is a friend of mine!

Vinyl is also a popular stimulant.  This isn’t anything new.  Many people like the feel and smell of vinyl.  Furniture, clothing, even records!  Some of that furniture just screams kinky fun!

Examples of inflatables, vinyl & latex that catch my eye (if only I could afford and had room for some of this stuff!!)

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What looks the most fun to you?

~P.

My own interview

Name or Alias:  Pattie Crider

Gender: F

Age: 41

Occupation:Student

What age did you find you liked balloons?  8

At what age did balloons become a part of sex for you? First time I was 14 and had a balloon from a party I had been at.  That night I had it in bed with me and I started to feel excited and warm while I rubbed the balloon (cheap, pink, oblong, and not even fully inflated) all over myself and eventually I slipped my underwear off to feel it completely naked and that was when I really learned how to masturbate.  I was scared of waking my friend who was in the bedroom and my sister.  The balloon was noisy!  Funny, I didn’t even know what an orgasm was back then and didn’t have one.  I just knew it felt pretty good.  It didn’t take long and I did learn what an orgasm was after a little practice.  😀

Is this fetish shared with your significant other? (boyfriend/girlfriend/wife/husband)

Yes, he knows.

Why or why not?  Because he will try anything new.

Do you reveal your fetish to family? Friends?  Some I have…no one really gives a shit what I’m doing with balloons and/or Dale. F’em if they do.

What about balloons do you find appealing? How they feel on my skin, the static, the squeaky noise, latex smell, popping them.  I think it would be fun to blow up balloons with my friends and video it to see who blow fastest.  Hehe

How do you involve balloons in a sexual experience?  Blowing them up while having sex or masturbating.  I like to hear how the sounds and words I make change with the balloon against my face.  I like to lick or kiss or bite them too.  Dale likes to put them between us during sex and popping it.

Do you find other objects that can hold air stimulating?  Yes: latex gloves, condoms, ultrasound wand covers, beach balls and inflatable pool toys.  Hmmm what else: pool inner tubes, pool rafts, air mattress, and this really odd latex contraption…it was kind of like a balloon in reverse.  The air was sucked out and I was trapped in seconds.  Way cool.

Are you sexually stimulated just by the sight of balloons? (at a traditional party) No.  Might take some balloons home with me.  lol

Does size, shape or color of the balloon make a difference?  I am drawn to the unique shapes, like fetish gloves and stockings.  I’ve seen both before but never thought about putting air in them.  That was new to me since beginning this research.  I like balloon art, one-of-a-kind balloon sculptures, pretty women with balloons.  Clear balloons, opaque, those gigantic balloons at car lots…I’ve seen videos of the huge balloons and would like to try those out.

Are helium balloons more attractive/stimulating than regular blown balloons?  no

If a balloon has a balloon inside, is that extra stimulating? Yeah, I kinda dig that.

Do you prefer blowing up balloons or inflating with helium? Blowing up

Do you ever fill balloons with something other than air? (water, sand, mayonnaise, pickle juice) Yes, but that was inspired by a friend.  I’ve filled them with water.  I been experimenting lately but find it to be messy and unpredictable.

Are the silver (foil) balloons appealing? No

Do you have a specific balloon memory from childhood? Good or bad? Just the one at age 14.  As an adult I’ve always had balloon popping games for my kids parties.  I “liked the balloons like a 5 year old likes balloon.” The kids had fun and that’s what it was about.

Do you like to pop balloons? Yes.  The more I pop them, the more I enjoy it.

Do you get attached to the balloons and hate when they pop?  Not really.  I draw on balloons sometimes just for fun but I’ve found permanent marker transfers easily to my face.

Do you have a favorite looner moment?  Balloon in the shower was memorable.

In your opinion is there any harm in a balloon fetish? (Physically, psychologically, etc.) No, unless it is being hidden from others and that bothers you.  Guilt, fear of others finding out, scared of being labeled a weirdo, pedophile, etc.

What do you believe other people think of Looners?  Weird, sexual deviant, pedophile.  Others seem to have little to no problem with balloon fetish.

Does being a Looner have any effect on your relationships with others?  No, and if it bothers someone they can bite me or my balloon.  My youngest son (18) is not happy about me posting on FB because it goes on  his wall.  I told him I couldn’t stop writing but I would change my setting so it wouldn’t post on his FB.  His friends apparently want to talk to him about what I write (in my blog overall) and he doesn’t want to hear about my divorce.  I told him to tell his friends “My mom is a writer.  I know she writes weird stuff.  You guys read it!”

What do you find to be the most enjoyable activity with a balloon? (smell, feel, static, popping sound, etc.)  The feel…it gives me goosebumps sometimes.  Nice!!

Any other comments please write as much as you would like.

(Why thank you Pattie.)

Much of this fetish is new to me.  I am open-minded.  Someone likes balloons, someone else handcuffs.  Another person likes whips and chains, caning, knives, leather, shoes, diapers…dressing in fuzzy animal costumes.  Hell, a local disc jockey on the radio in PA (Nipsey, The People’s DJ 105.7 FM) talks about his foot fetish all the time.

I am strong in faith.

Let people be who they are….God does the judging.

~P.

Life without parole in PA

Home sweet home....but does it have to be for life?

The Commonwealth of Pennsylvania does not offer the possibility of parole to prisoners that are sentenced to life.  This life without parole includes minors who have been sentenced to life in prison.  Based on that fact, life in prison without the possibility of parole should not be an option for sentencing.

Teenagers make poor decisions.  They jump into a situation without thinking about where it may take them.  The odds are already stacked against teenagers, especially those born into low-income families.  Households with absent parents allow children to grow up without rules, expectations or role models.  It is these children who turn into wild teenagers out on the streets, committing senseless crimes without considering the consequences.

Somewhere in Pennsylvania, an eighteen-year-old is out with his “friends” and they decide to rob a convenience store for quick cash and cigarettes.  “Joe” parks his car just out of reach of the camera lens.  He and his two friends jump out of the car and rush towards the store.  His friends are packing heat but Joe doesn’t know this.  There are no customers in the store and Joe follows “Frank” and “Ed” through the door with pantyhose pulled over their faces.  The owner’s wife dies after Frank accidentally shoots her in a panic.  Frank was sixteen, Ed was twenty-two, and all were three found guilty and sentenced to life in prison.  This is where the system fails.  People at this age could still be rehabilitated and exit prison a better person.

The life imprisonment of what most people still consider children becomes an enormous debt to PA.  A judge may sentence a minor as an adult and believe that is just punishment for shooting an unarmed woman for $120 and a carton of Newports.  It doesn’t matter if he meant to shoot her or not, the act has already happened and the result is his loss of freedom.  Reality has just hit home for all three and their young minds cannot grasp how they went from kicking it with friends, to prison until death do they part.

Pennsylvania needs to realize that putting its youth into prison for life is not a sensible action.  Rehabilitation is the key at this young age so they learn from their errors and get another chance to do right by mankind.  Based on a prisoner’s willingness and ability to change the learned behaviors of the past and accept responsibility for the future, they could be integrated back into society and have a positive effect in people’s lives.

A detention and rehabilitation system would benefit the offending youth of PA.  A chance to try again, but with strings attached.  After serving a sentence and receiving parole they must live by the laws of the commonwealth.  They are undeniably adults now and realize the severity of consequences for quick cash and smokes.    This is their opportunity to prove they can act as adults.

A successful system would greatly cut back the cost of operating a prison and give young prisoners this second try, under the state’s watchful eye.  The threat of going back to prison would be the motivator and that is enough to keep a former prisoner out of trouble.  This system would return a former wild-child back into civilization as a matured adult, ready to start a new life.

The current prisoners serving a life sentence should be reviewed on an individual basis.  Those who were sentenced as adults while under the age of eighteen should be viewed first.  Next should be those who were sentenced at age eighteen to twenty-five and so on until all have been reviewed.  A decision of each person in prison for life should be made to determine if they can be rehabilitated and return to society.

Those criminals in prison for life, especially the young prisoners, get left in a system that does nothing for them.  It could be said that this is just punishment for their crime, but if there is a chance of good coming from a teenager’s bad decision, PA should make that work to its advantage.  Give the youth of PA a second chance in society while their brain is still in the learning process.  These youths need role models, goals and most importantly, rules to follow to successfully recreate themselves for their departure from the prison system.  PA should not give young offenders life without parole because these youth need to have hope.  Hope gives them desire to be rehabilitated.  Otherwise, PA is just keeping an animal caged until it dies.

 

I received 100/100 with a note to spell out Pennsylvania next time.  LOL

~P.

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York College PA~Casino Night

Had a blast at the CAB sponsered Casino Night!  Tesla and I played Texas Hold’em, Roulette, and Blackjack.  Our favorite game was Blackjack.  We lost our $50,000 each in no time back to the house.  Everyone who attended was having a great time.  The event atmosphere was very close to that of a casino.  There were flashing lights, two huge tv screens with music videos, real gaming tables with dealers.  CAB really impressed me with a great night of fun giving the feeling of being a highroller.  It was great fun on campus for everyone. ~P.

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3 black teens sentenced to death in Harrisburg PA

In 1968 two teenagers from Pittsburgh, PA traveled into Harrisburg, PA on the run for robbery.  Samuel Barlow was 18 and Foster Tarver was 17.  They were at the house of Sharon Wiggins, also 17, who wanted to join them on the run.  The three teenagers robbed a bank in Harrisburg and a customer, George S. Morelock, age 64 was shot by Wiggins and Tarver and died.

A.W. Castle, an off-duty officer helped capture the teens.  All three pleaded guilty to murder and were to be sentenced by a panel of three Dauphin County judges.  Carl B. Shelley, R. Dixon Herman, and William W. Lipsitt were the judges that sentenced the teens to the death penalty.

LeRoy S. Zimmerman was the Dauphin County District Attorney in 1968 and did not seek the death penalty due to the teen’s circumstances.  The NAACP protested the imposed sentence and it was later reduced to life in prison.  All three prisoners are alive and remain behind bars.

FULL STORY BELOW from Harrisburg Patriot News

One deadly moment

by Nancy Eshelman
Harrisburg wasn’t so much a destination as an escape for three teens who drove east from Pittsburgh in November 1968.    Things were heating up in Pittsburgh for Samuel Barlow, 18, and Foster Tarver, 17. The pair had robbed two savings and loans before a close call in a pawn shop sent them scurrying to a nearby house to hide.    Sharon Wiggins, 17, who lived in the house, begged to join Barlow and Tarver as they put 200 miles between themselves and the slums, the poverty, the absent fathers and the spotty schooling.    Their robberies had netted them money for drugs, clothes and music. They intended to hang out with people Tarver knew.    Looking back, Wiggins said, the days she spent in Harrisburg remain a blur.    “When I look back at it now, I’m not sure what’s real and what’s part of my imagination,” she said. “It’s almost like seeing something in a dream.”    Wiggins recalls alcohol and drugs, plenty of them — marijuana, cocaine, heroin, narcotic cough syrup, glue and sloe gin. She remembers the Thanksgiving Day high school football game between John Harris and William Penn.

On the morning of Dec. 2, 1968, she sat in a restaurant. She recalls crossing a street and walking into the Dauphin Deposit Trust Co. at 1006 Market St. about 9:35 a.m.    As she, Barlow and Tarver were robbing the bank, a customer grabbed her arm. She remembers struggling for her gun.    “I know that I shot him, but I don’t remember hearing the shot,” she said.    None of them realized the shots fired that day would have echoes that continue through today.    Occurring in the midst of the civil rights movement, the three’s initial death sentence sparked outrage.    But even after those embers cooled, the echoes of the actions that winter day continue as the three age behind bars, and those touched by the crime continue to be troubled by it.    For Wiggins, who has worked to make herself a far different person than the girl who entered the bank, details about the day that forever changed her life are few.    She remembers falling and getting up, getting into a car, getting out, getting into another car.    She has no recollection of bullets being fired at the car.    “I don’t remember hearing them. One thing I remember — them pulling me out of the car. I remember that.”    Later, she remembers lying in a cell. She couldn’t see Tarver, but she heard him ask — using her nickname — “Peachie, are you all right?”

‘This is a holdup’

The three dressed in gray pants and Wiggins wore a hat; the idea was to make the cops think the bank was held up by three young black men.    Harrisburg Police Cpl. Connie Briggs didn’t realize Wiggins was a woman until she was in custody, but bank employee Barbara J. Branyan said she knew right off.    “They all were in gray shirts, long sleeved shirts, and gray trousers, and the girl had a brown hat, a dark brown hat,” she testified.    Tarver jumped on the bank’s counter and put one foot on top of a glass partition. He said, “Stand back, this is a holdup,” said Charles Hilmer Jr., a bank employee who testified.    As Tarver stuffed cash into blue gym bags, Wiggins kept her gun on employees and customers. Barlow watched the door.    When George S. “Bill” Morelock, 64, retired operator of a city trucking firm, entered the bank, Wiggins told him to line up.    Instead, Morelock asked, “Do you know what you’re doing?” and moved toward Wiggins. She shot Morelock twice.    As Morelock fell into one of the bank offices, Tarver ran from a teller’s cage, reached over a partition and shot Morelock two more times, witnesses said.    Morelock was dead on arrival at Harrisburg Hospital.    The three then ran from the bank and witnesses saw them climb into a blue-and-white 1960 sedan.

Briggs and A.W. Castle III, a newlywed Lower Allen Twp. cop who had struggled with Barlow in front of the bank, gave chase.    Briggs gave Castle his service revolver and Castle fired two shots at the car, one shattering the rear window. When the three robbers ducked, the driver lost control.    The robbers’ car hit a stopped car at Cameron and Paxton. In their car, police found a .38 Smith and Wesson and a .38 National Arms Co. revolver — with four shells expended. They also found two blue gym bags stuffed with $70,157 stolen from the bank.    Looking back, Barlow said: “Sharon and I were basically innocents walking into a trap. She should have never been there. Well, none of us should have been there.”    A shocking sentence    Wiggins and Tarver were just 17 — juveniles under the law — and Barlow never fired his gun.    They decided to plead guilty to a charge of general murder and let a panel of three Dauphin County judges — Carl B. Shelley, R. Dixon Herman and William W. Lipsitt — decide their fate.    District Attorney LeRoy S. Zimmerman didn’t ask for the death penalty. He noted the Pittsburgh trio’s backgrounds: They grew up in the ghetto, mainly on public assistance, without jobs or high school educations.    Their lives were “a sad thing in our society, but this society must have order with law,” Zimmerman said.

After deliberating 40 minutes in June 1969, the judges shocked the courtroom by sentencing Wiggins, Tarver and Barlow to die.    The U.S. Supreme Court has since ruled that a jury must determine whether the facts in a death penalty case warrant imposition of the death penalty. But at the time, the judges’ quick decision prompted the NAACP to appeal to Gov. Raymond Shafer.    “This action by a Pennsylvania court stands as a bitter symbol to thousands of black citizens across the state who know the swiftness with which the death penalty is meted out to black offenders and the notorious and systematic reluctance of judges to attach a sentence of death to white offenders,” Byrd R. Brown, president of the Pittsburgh Chapter of the NAACP, wrote to the governor.    Within days, 35 members of the midstate clergy had signed a statement protesting the punishment.

In February 1971, Lipsitt, Shelley and Judge William Caldwell, who had replaced Herman, reduced the sentence to life after hearing about their background.    They might have been moved by what they heard, but they also noted that times had changed. Gov. Milton J. Shapp had taken office, bringing strong opposition to the death penalty with him.    Thirty-nine years later, the three remain in state prison.    Wiggins, believed to be the first woman sentenced to death in Dauphin County, has served more time than any other woman in the state prisons, the Department of Corrections said.    Turning her life around    The teenager who was Peachie is gone now. The high school dropout with the Afro is a Penn State University graduate with graying cornrows. She has earned a peer teaching certificate, learned cosmetology and worked as a prison mechanic for 20 years.    Although she had a heart attack at 44, she keeps busy running groups on anger management, criminology, parenting, self-esteem. She lives in a therapeutic community with 80 women, trying to help them prepare for life outside.    She’s sought nine times without success to have her sentence commuted to parole for life.

But Wiggins is trying again. Her packet includes a recommendation from Jerry Cleveland, a retired auto trades instructor who worked with Wiggins in the prison for 15 years.    “I have served over 27 years in corrections with both male and female offenders. … Ms. Wiggins is one of only two incarcerated individuals that I would step forward on behalf of and say that she does deserve this chance at freedom,” he wrote.    Nancy Sponeybarger, her former prison counselor, also praised Wiggins’ attempts to improve herself: “… I believe that she is absolutely no risk of ever again committing any type of crime.”    Wiggins wasn’t always a model prisoner. She escaped twice — in 1973 and 1975.    When she looks back at the girl she was at 17, Wiggins is shocked by what she didn’t know or understand.    “I think about it all the time. I think about that one moment,” Wiggins said.    “I try to get across to my group [of younger inmates] how important it is to think about the decisions you make. … It’s like dropping a pebble into a lake and all the people who are affected by it.”

An awakening

If Wiggins is the gregarious person who signs up for every program, masters it and then uses it to help others, Barlow is the self-taught, intelligent loner.    He avoids younger prisoners. Yet if Barlow ever leaves prison, he wants to work with young people, particularly young black men, to try to keep them from making similar mistakes.    In prison, they call veterans like him old heads. Laughing, he says he’s more of a dinosaur.    He wears bifocals, his beard is gray and several of his front teeth are missing, a reminder, he said, of months spent “in the hole” without a toothbrush.    Like Wiggins, Barlow is seeking a commutation, but admits his record inside is shaky. He’s not one to join programs. He claims he spent more than three years “in the hole” for refusing to comply with drug-testing requirements.    “The nature of jail is not to make anything of you. It’s just to warehouse you,” he said.    While Wiggins and Tarver said they used drugs before the robbery, Barlow claims he stayed away from drugs because he saw too much of that growing up.    Barlow didn’t testify in court, but he lashed out when he and the others were sentenced to additional time for robbery, conspiracy and illegally carrying a firearm, telling the judge the additional years were senseless.    Then he said: “I haven’t shot anyone. I want to tell you that I haven’t shot anyone.”

Initially, Barlow said he wasted his time in prison, but said he had an awakening in 1975.    Most of the prison population was attending a Sister Sledge concert. Barlow went to take a shower and came to the sudden realization that he alone could determine his future. If he was to survive, he would have to “elevate my mind beyond the penitentiary.”    The following year he became a Muslim.    “Religion,” he said, “is how you treat others,” not rituals and how you dress. “It’s not about going in the corner and pretending you’re better than somebody.”    He leads a simple life, often skipping meals.    He awakens at 4:30 a.m. and enjoys watching the sun rise, grateful for another day of life. He has no television or radio, calling them distractions.    What he treasures are books and his typewriter.    He spends his time working on the block for 42 cents an hour and creating history collages from photographs he copies from his books.    He believes a day will come when he will walk out of prison and follow his dream of preventing other young men from wasting their lives behind bars.    “I want out because I have a lot to do,” he said.

Preparing a challenge

Tarver chose not to be interviewed “because I’m seeking assistance to prepare and argue questions supported by the record of being illicitly sentenced to life imprisonment,” he wrote.    He said he plans to challenge the constitutionality of juveniles being sentenced to life without the possibility of parole.    Court records show that when he was arrested, Tarver had an eighth-grade education, five brothers and a sister and hadn’t seen his father in five years.    He also has argued in the courts over the years that he was high during the bank robbery. In court papers, he said his head was spinning and he couldn’t remember committing the robbery or shooting anyone.    A physician-psychiatrist testified that he believed Tarver had been under the influence of drugs, leaving his consciousness disturbed and his judgment impaired.    Higher courts didn’t buy that excuse.

Tarver wrote that he is not trying to shirk responsibility for what happened.    He said the “attempt to obtain relief from my life sentence by having the courts address legal errors isn’t denial, does not seek to excuse effect of taking Mr. Morelock’s life.”    Unexpected compassion    Cpl. Connie Briggs is dead. So are Shelley and Herman, two of the three judges who sentenced the trio to death.    Castle, the off-duty cop, is a retired police chief and Monroe Twp. supervisor. He is known worldwide for training K-9 dogs.    But the bank robbery has stuck with him.    “Anytime I walk in the bank, I always walk around to look in the windows [first],” he said.    And, he said, it’s important not to forget the man who was killed.    “Yes, they killed a guy, ruined a whole family’s life, and the guy was older,” Castle said. “He was harmless.”    Morelock left no family to speak on his behalf. He was divorced when he died and his former wife, now deceased, identified his body, her son said recently.    His obituary didn’t mention her or her children, only a father and sister in Maryland.    But questions and compassion for his killers come from an unexpected place.

Zimmerman, who was Dauphin County district attorney during their trial and eventually became state attorney general, wouldn’t run out and throw open the prison doors. But he said he would be willing to examine the system, to consider whether every person who kills at a tender age should be locked behind walls forever.    Zimmerman was a defense lawyer before he was a district attorney. He saw the other side — the children without childhoods, poverty, neglect — up close.    “I always believed in my heart I was a better prosecutor for having been a criminal defense lawyer,” he said.    Zimmerman was attorney general during five of Wiggins’ commutation attempts; he recused himself each time.    Wiggins said he showed compassion.    “He understood that at that point in my life things had started to change for me,” Wiggins said.    “You can’t go 40 years and be the same person. You either get better or you get worse. I know I’m not a threat to society.”