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WRONGFULLY CONVICTED AND IMPRISONED IN ALABAMA ROBBERY OF
FREEDOM: The Ultimate Injustice My story is told to you as
honestly and as accurately as can be. Over the years, I have
felt like I've had to 'defend' something, but I have realized
that, as bizarre as it is, just tell the truth and let that be
it! I was released in April 10,2001, and my quest for justice
has only gained momentum.
I am the victim of small town politics where the locals have met
very little resistance in doing things their own way, regardless
of the law. In fact, I am the first one who has ever been known
to challenge that state court of Bullock County, Alabama (City
of Union Springs) for their misconduct and gross miscarriage of
justice.
I feel that I must preface my story with events that led up to
the conspired, bogus lie, and malicious accusation against me.
My accuser, John Will Waters, whom I was never allowed to face
in court, is a king pin drug lord. He operates out of that small
town, but reaches as far as Colombia, South America. My parents
grew up in that same town. Waters was from a long line of
moonshiners and crooks. He is very liberal and seems to think
money will do anything. He and my parents have always been on
the opposite side of issues, i.e., they opposed the building of
a state prison there, Waters was for it. They are Republicans,
he's a Democrat.
My father started, owned and operated a tire business there for
45 years. During the latter years, he depended strictly on out
of town business, because the locals prevented county vehicles,
school vehicles, and any other county business to be done there.
Nevertheless, the business did very well. In 1993, my father had
double knee replacement surgery. The business fell behind a few
payments on a mortgage loan from a local bank. My father had
done business with that bank since 1951. After very few months,
the bank began foreclosure proceedings. My father immediately
sold a large inventory of tires, raised $10,000. He offered the
bank the $10,000 to pay the arrearage plus a few payments in
advance to show good faith. Every possible attempt was made to
satisfy the bank, but everything was turned down except the
$50,000 required to pay the loan off in full. My parents were
able to raise the $50,000.
The day before the scheduled foreclosure, my parents went to the
bank to settle the debt. They were met by the President with a
cool reception. He said he could not take it. He told them to go
home that he would call them. He met with the foreclosure
attorney, who was also a Board member of the bank (conflict of
interest). They both conspired to refuse the money and did
refuse the money.
The next morning, February, 1995 the foreclosure was staged on
the steps of the courthouse. As people gathered, so did my
parents, brothers, and I. My parents voiced loudly to the
attorney, Rutland, that they had the money. They were totally
ignored. A friend offered to pay it for them since he wouldn't
take their money, and that was refused. He opened the bid at
$85,000. No one can benefit from the sale at a foreclosure and
he was opening at $35,000 above the amount owed! My parents bid
$85,500. They countered after each bid, but were totally
ignored. The attorney yelled sold, and pointed to a bidder who
had been sent by my accuser, John Will Waters.
My parents asked him how he could do that. The attorney's reply
was, 'because I wanted to and I had the authority to do so".
My parents had 10 day in which to redeem the property. They were
able to do to the tune of $100,000. The property joins the
courthouse property, and is highly coveted.
It wasn't until later that my parents learned that it was my
accuser, Waters, who had bought the property.Crushed and broken
hearted, I watched my father walk around in a daze, holding his
chest, voice cracking when he spoke, and he hit the depths of
depression. It was all I could bear to see.
In February. 1995, I called JW Waters and told him what a
horrible thing I think he did. I made the statement that he
should stay in his greedy drug world and stop trying to destroy
people who are trying to make a living. I told him he destroyed
enough people with his drugs. That's all, just got it off of my
chest.
In June 1996 (16 months later) I was charged under a newly
created law for "stalking John will Waters." April 24, 1996 was
when the anti-terrorism law was passed). Six weeks later I was
charged under that law, EX POST FACTO, with stalking.
The arrest warrant only stated 'stalking'. It did not have him
named on it. I knew that this was bizarre, for I had not stalked
anyone. I still don't even know how to. At the time I was
accused, I did not own a vehicle, nor have a telephone. I lived
across the street from my parents, work at the tire company, and
was home most of the time that I was not at work. So who, what,
when, and where was still a question. I signed on my own
recognizance, and it was then that I learned it was John W.
Waters.
This was clearly a conspiracy to maliciously prosecute. Waters
was coming at the Brabham family with a vengeance, attempting to
destroy at all cost. The D.A. (Whigham) was his buddy. He
awarded Whigham a beach house in Panama City, valued at one
million dollars for this and other dirty work he has performed
for him (i.e., not prosecuting his drug cronies).
CASE STARTS!
I went to court, accompanied by my mother who was well aware of
my absolute innocence. I had one of their appointed attorneys to
represent me (so called). He never defended me, encouraged me to
plead guilty, and I didn't talk to him for even 5 full minutes
before court was recessed. My mother and I were taken into a
back room for a most severe coercion of a guilty plea. There
were 6 men present with us. The JUDGE conducted the coercion!!
D.A. Whigham, the foreclosure attorney, Rutland, 2 DEA agents,
and an Alabama Bureau of Investigations man were there. I had
called the ABI to report the corruption, drug business, etc. He
was there to enhance the coercion and had breached all of the
confidential information that I had given him, information that
they have killed people over (and there are a few!) (Examples
provided at the end of story.)
The judge, Robertson, was hissing, spitting and spewing anger
toward me, and I couldn't understand any of it. He repeated
things to me that I had told the ABI. I just sat there in total
shock at what was being said. My attorney just shrugged when I
would look at him, he never opened his mouth. The death penalty
was suggested as a possibility by a DEA agent, Orvie Locklar. He
was a lifetime friend of my parents, so they thought. One can
only imagine the helpless horror of that ordeal. I had never had
any court experience, but we were very aware of just what they
were capable of doing.
My mother and I talked alone after the bug-eyed, red faced judge
went back to the bench. He had screamed to the top of his lungs!
My mother was crying at the thought of the death penalty,
because she knew just how brutal they could be.
The appointed attorney told me that the best thing to do was
plead guilty, that it would not affect my nursing license, that
there would be no real harm done. I kept asking, where is
Waters, let's get him in here and clear this lie up. The
attorney said that this was not the kind of case where he needed
to be present. Boy, was he right, the railroading was going to
take place, regardless of the truth. Of course, there were no
facts whatsoever to back any of this.
On transcript before the judge, I stated a few times that I did
not want to plead guilty to something I positively did not do.
The DA mentioned "trying the case". The judge would say, yeah,
we'll try it, and THEN you'll see what you get.
I was so beaten up by them at the end of the day, and knowing
that I could still be sitting on death row, I pled: "guilty, I
guess".
I was immediately taken to jail and was denied an appeal. Their
appointed attorney told my mother that if an appeal was allowed,
that it would show that he gave ineffective assistance of
counsel. My mother told him that is exactly what he gave.
I was in jail for 17 days with no bond and no appeal.
My parents got an attorney and he talked to the judge. Judge
Robertson suspended the sentence in July 1996. I was to enter a
treatment program. (totally unrelated to a stalking charge). I
applied to one or two of them, and going to one never
materialized. I refused to contact the court to let them know. I
just went home and started living life. I avoided and hid from
them, but nothing else occurred.
Judge Robertson was forced to leave office in October 1996. He
was addicted to Cocaine and had stolen thousands of dollars from
the County. Judge Gaither took office. In April 1997 to end the
case, he ordered a 28 day treatment program. I completed that
successfully and he ended the sentence. He knew it was due to
corruption. He was an honest judge and came into a mess to clean
up. THERE, THE CASE WAS OVER, May 1997
Judge Gaither let it be known to the locals, that he would go by
the law, and that he wasn't there to make anyone rich. Needless
to say, he wasn't very well liked by the DA and others of the
court.
In January, 1999, the locals supported the election of a judge
who would puppet for them, Burt Smithart. He is very young and
follows the orders of the DA. I was arrested for a misdemeanor
public intoxication in March 1999, 100 yards from my house.
It was adjudicated by Municipal Court, fine paid, and one year
probation ordered.
Eight days later, the D.A. Whigham sent me a summons to court.
He claimed that he wanted to revoke the stalking charge. It had
ended two years earlier and he was aware of that fact.
I was ordered to court on April 2, 1999 for the probation
revocation of stalking. There WAS no probation to revoke and
Judge Gaither had written an affidavit saying so, that the case
had expired.
Judge Gaither was ignored by Judge Smithart and I was put in
jail there for one week before being taken to prison.
I was literally re-sentenced on an expired case. My family went
to the Attorney General's office, talked with an underling of
his, and nothing was done on my behalf.
A hearing was held in August of 1999, and Judge Gaither
testified under oath there, that the case expired and that he
did not order any probation. His testimony was lied about by the
D. A. Whigham.I filed a state habeas corpus in October 1999 and
to this day, it has been ignored.
I filed a Federal Habeas Corpus in November 1999. The Magistrate
Judge, John Carroll, made it a full blown case. He wrote two
orders to the court and two order to me to answer. He resigned
as magistrate judge in June 2001. The Magistrate Judge who was
assigned the case, dismissed it in August 2001, as being out of
statute of time. There was definitely a weisel in the wood
pile!!!
Double jeopardy stands alone, sui generis, and I had filed in
the mandatory one year statute of time. A dismissal for 'out of
statute of time' is done summarily, and this case had gone on
for two and a half years!
In January 2001 I was called back to that court for probation
consideration. The end of this double jeopardy was to be April
10, 2001. The DA requested 5 years, but Judge Smithart said he'd
order 3 years, if I chose to take the probation. The Judge said,
you can go back until April 10, 2001 and complete the sentence
or take the probation. (the law states that it is the persons
unfettered right to complete a sentence in confinement or elect
to take probation). Knowing of the hatred for me and my family,
I elected to return to the 'hell' and be through with them.
I was released on April 10, 2001.
On April 13, 2001 my mother received a phone call from the judge
at her home at night. He told her to inform me that I would be
on probation for one year. She asked why, that she thought I
returned to avoid probation. He said he had made a mistake and
hung up the telephone.
I called the court clerk and requested an order for the
probation. I received one in the mail. I filed yet another
habeas corpus in Federal Court, alleging double jeopardy again.
The second sentence, by Judge Smithart, for the expired case was
on April 2, 2001. I was not present nor was I represented at
that sentencing.
The third sentence for the same case was on April 13, 2002 and I
was not present nor was I represented at it either.
I recently requested that Federal Court reconsider the second
sentence for the same case, which robbed me of two years of my
life.
It was denied by Federal District Court. Federal Circuit Court
vacated that order, and has returned it to Federal District
Court for a full remand.
The third sentence for the same case, the probation ordered in
April 2001 is still pending an evidentiary hearing in Federal
District Court. They ordered me to get all affidavits from
witnesses, testimonies, and the affidavit from Judge Gaither who
ended the case in 1997. That is where it is at this point. Both
the second and third sentences on the expired case are now two
separate cases being considered in Federal Court.
(MY comments: There were 3 judges in 3 years. District Attorney
Whigham was there during the reign of the three, and he knew the
truth. He is the culprit at the core. Hopefully this exposure
will bring the desperately needed relief that this town needs).
Sincerely,
Beverly Brabham
Any and all questions and comments are welcome! Write to Beverly
directly at:
beverlybrabham@direcway.com
About the author:
I am from a small town in South Alabama, Bullock County, City of
Union Springs. I am the victim of the local political corruption
that exists in many small towns where thing are done their own
way. There is no check and balance, it is everywhere, and
society seems to just be indifferent toward it. If my efforts in
my own quest for justice help just one other person, that would
make it all worthwhile. Sincerely, Beverly Brabham
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