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Post Mortem Assault }
Knights
In
Dirty
Armour
“
SOMEBODY HAD
TO KILL BEN
”
From the time Dr. Philip
Barton yelled at me in anger, “You’re lying to me!” and
Jim Stanart
leaned over and quietly spoke into my Panasonic
pocket recorder “If my boy dies I’ll do everything I can
to see to it that you go down for murder” Somebody had
to kill Ben.
Or at least make it look like murder. What better
patsy than John Schoonover? Hated by members
of the Stanart family for taking control over Ben’s
life. There
was jealousy over even the fact that Ben, though taught
by the Stanarts to call various members pet names such
as Nora Stanart was “Granny Bear,” there was “Papa Bear”
Jim was “Daddy Jim” but I corrected Ben and he stopped
calling me “Daddy John” and it upset Jim that Ben called
me only “Daddy” as is quite obvious in his final
spontaneous words on video, “I love you,
Daddy.”
There were problems following Ben’s visits to
Stanart relatives.
Joan would fill his pockets with sugar
candy. “Oh,
it won’t hurt him once in a while.” The Stanarts’
dentist would disagree and the State of Idaho paid quite
a dentist bill for my sixteenth and last two-year old
foster child (Hyrum Long) …I’ve had experience with
candy and toddlers. The immediate
problem was Ben would always come home extremely hyper
and rebellious and have no desire to eat decent food
until the sugar wore off. I laid down a
rule Joan would not agree to so I never let Ben alone
with Joan.
Jim Stanart was an excellent grandfather. Though I could
teach Ben things Jim could not, Jim could teach Ben
things I could not. It was
ideal.
There was but one impediment. I laid down a
rule: “Just
don’t give him any sugar and don’t smoke around
him.” The
only vulgarity in this entire documentation was the
retort to that, yelled into my recorder: “By God their
ain’t no god-damn-son-of-a-bitch going to tell me what I
can and cannot do around my own grandson!!” Ben was not
worth the simple act of giving up cigarettes for a few
hours.
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“Somebody Had To Kill Ben.” Or at least make
it look like
a murder.
Philip Barton, Jim Stanart, George Klatt and
Charles Ramsey all yelled “FIRE” in a crowded theater
when there was none. Rather than
embarrass their friends Judge McBride and Judge Post
fueled the flames.
“There were problems with Ben they are not
telling you about.” Ramsey
knew. Jim
Stanart knew.
Marie and I would have known
about these “problems” had we not waived receipt of
the stalled medical reports on Ben to expedite the
adoption process.
Doctor David Fell knew there were
“problems.”
He operated on Benjamin. When he came in
the waiting room where Marie, Jim Stanart and I were
waiting, he volunteered the bad news that our boy was in
extremely grave condition and he asked us only one
question:
“Were either of you two on drugs or alcohol when
this boy was conceived because his condition appears to
be drug related?”
I answered, “The mother was, we know nothing
about the father.”
“You are not the boy’s natural
parents?”
“No.
We are adopting
him.”
“If you aren’t his natural parents I can’t talk
to you.” And that is the only conversation we had with
Dr. David Fell, the physician that actually operated on
Ben.
Charles Ramsey interviewed him, why wasn’t he
called as a witness? To be
totally correct in his statement to the jury, Mr. Ramsey
would have to phrase it this way: “There were
problems with Ben that I know about that they are not
telling you about because they don’t know and I won’t
tell them.”
The problems were concealed medical problems
and the dishonest prosecutor Charles Ramsey deliberately
misled the jury to believe we knew about them, which we
could not, and that the problems were behavioral which
they were not. Laura
Stanart, Ben’s biological mother, told us, all too late,
that Ben’s biological sire was on both legal
drugs (psychotropic) and illegal drugs and they were
both drunk on alcohol and high on drugs when Ben was
conceived.
Ramsey knew.
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The dark secrets Ramsey conceals would likely
tell us just why Ben had a seizure when he did and
fell. We
were so eager to have Benjamin as our own that we waived
the medical records. A stupid waiver
that if not agreed to would have delayed the adoption a
month or months…but we would have known Ben had a
medical condition that required professional medical
care and Jim knew as Laura Stanart told us…again, all
too late, when we asked, “Why didn’t you tell us?” her
answer was so childish: “I didn’t think
you would take him if you knew he was on
medication.”
Marie and I have been married for only a short
time. Life
itself is short.
A Chinese sage 500 BC said “No one is guaranteed
tomorrow.”
Death comes like a thief in the night. Marie and I have
been victims of that fact. We have lost our
son, our only son, to an accidental death. His “Time to
go”? Not
according to us.
But according to Fate. Because of
this accidental death we are victims of corruption in
the Mayes County judicial system…much like the Salem
Witch hunts.
In anger an accusing finger was pointed and
overzealous authorities joined in with the mob and the
lynching began.
Marie and I had met Ben in New Mexico when he was
less than a fortnight of age. Though I was
only a visitor, Ben would fall asleep in my arms…Ben
knew who loved him. Ben favored
Marie over his biologic mother who would not allow him
to suckle.
Ben knew who loved
him.
Marie and I never…that’s right, never had
an argument.
We never had to raise our voice at Ben. It was simply
not necessary.
There are Socratic methods far superior than
force and fear of punishment. Who said,
“Love conquers all”? A little
patience is all it takes.
And no, it was not a “master/slave”
relationship.
It was simply…is simply a
compatible
symbiosis.
We both wanted what each other wanted…and one of
those desires was to have our own child. Marie had raised
other’s children and so had I. Ben was an
opportunity beating down our front door for us to raise
our own. We
three were one.
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Ben fulfilled both our needs. Ben was to carry
all the combined knowledge we could nourish him with far
beyond our graves.
That is the Way of life. That is the Way
of Nature and the way it should be. With Ben we
would still die, but we would not perish. Ben would carry
on the Essence of our
lives.
Marie and I are separated by distance and prison
bars. That
is all.
“You would do anything to protect your wife” has
been thrown at me numerous times. Yes, because I
know that she is innocent. I would even
confess to killing Ben. Because it is
true. I did
kill Ben.
When Dr. Barton told me to sign his prescription
for my Ben’s death…you cannot know the coerciveness
under duress that was inflicted upon me by his
callous
attitude.
The trickery of having me sign it…rather
than a legally authorized member of the HEW who had
taken custody of Ben and denied Marie and I the right to
even see our boy. The taking of an
innocent life went against everything I believe in. “Don’t make him
suffer any longer, John” was what Jim Stanart said. It did not at
that time register that I was being directly blamed for
Ben’s trauma.
The ramifications of that act I could not
comprehend:
“John didn’t care” “John killed
Ben.”
Of
course, in retrospect, had I followed my belief and
refused to sign Dr. Barton’s fatal prescription, “John doesn’t
care” “John
made him suffer.”
Damned if I do, damned
if
I don’t. Marie
had no voice in the matter. She was not
allowed into the room. They wanted
ME. Marie
had nothing to do with Ben’s death. Only Dr. Barton
and I did.
For that act of mine under extreme duress Marie
sits rotting in prison. Had I not
signed, our son could have survived. My signature on
Dr. Barton’s document guaranteed Ben’s
death. Just
as surely as the signature of a governor on an execution
order.
We have lost our Bengerman, our home, our assets,
our health, but not the love we have for each
other.
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I am 68, residing alone, in less than the
greatest of health, surviving on Veteran’s Compensation
and Social Security Disability. I have a goal of
building another home, and I will build one! But not before I
secure freedom for my innocent wife.
Janet Reno was a
great inspiration at a time I needed it. “The ultimate
goal of finding the truth.” Her words. In this case the
truth was never lost, and I have exposed it in this
documentary in detail. It had been
cleverly hidden though, by a few Mayes County
Oklahoma.
Knights in Dirty
Armour.
To be
continued…..
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Again I thank my sister, Mary Porch, for keeping
me alive during my confinement and numerous other
things, including support for Marie. I thank my
brother, sisters, nieces and nephews and daughter for
standing by my wife and contributing more than just
moral support.
I thank Joe and Pat Howard for my Whirlpool HE
Duet and my landlord for allowing me to plumb his
apartment for them. Our true rare
old friends Stephen and Debby Hunter and Joe and Ellen
Leathers. I
am deeply indebted to our friend Pamela Brook in
California for constructing my work on
knightsindirtyarmour.com and helping me secure five
other web sites and whose friends are circulating
petitions in fifteen states and the U.K. to initiate a
thorough evidentiary investigation by honourable
Knights into the many improprieties used by the few
dirty knights in Mayes County Oklahoma to wrongfully
condemn my innocent Marie. Christopher
Jeffries for formatting this work in a printable version
at freemymarie.net and John Vernon DuBiel, Attorney, who
taught me law at Crabtree prison in Helena. Thank you
for reading my work and signing our guest book.
John
Schoonover
and
Pamela
C.
Brook
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