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Monday, June 13, 2005

Ruthie On The Road, Update

For a very serious reason, I am going to begin this update by detailing what happened to me...in Colorado and in New Mexico.

This will take the events out of sequence but, as I said, this is for a very valid reason.

An investigation is underway right now that is aimed at a series of murders along a central stretch of Interstate 40. Over the past few years, a number of women have been found dead. All of them were prostitutes and all of them were victims of foul play.

The latest known victim is Casey Pipestem, a beautiful young woman who met a terrible fate.

The FBI and Detective Hallmark, the lead investigator on the case, believe that the women's lives were taken by a long-haul trucker.

A few days ago, I hitchhiked from Denver, Colorado,[the cops were very much aware of it and left me alone] to Castle Rock, Colorado.

As I was standing in the pouring rain on a ramp a local Castle Rock cop pulled up. He offered me a motel and something to eat and his backup drove me to a nice warm bed.

They offered me the assistance [I didn't ask for it] and felt that it was the best course of action.

When I reached the town of Santa Fe, New Mexico I called the local police dispatcher. She tried to reach a shelter for me and was unsuccessful. None of the shelters had room.

So I walked out to Interstate 25 and stood there in total darkness. The ramps, in case you don't know, are not lit in New Mexico. I think that is totally wrong.

I got picked up and taken a few miles down the road. I was trying to hitch to
Albuquerque.

After the driver dropped me off, I walked down to the foot of the ramp and noticed some lights. The lights turned out to be a group of cops investigating a roll-over accident.

The group included members of the sheriff's department, the Santa Fe police and the New Mexico State Police.

And between all of them, the officers decided to drop me off at a casino off the interstate and drive away.

That's exactly what a New
Mexico State Police officer did.

He left me with no other recourse than to stand either in front of the casino or on another dark ramp heading for Albuquerque.

When he dropped me off, I was thirty miles outside of Albuquerque. He could have driven me the rest of the way into the city to get some real help.

But the cops acted like my situation was a big joke.It wasn't and it isn't.

I stayed awake for the rest of the night. And I thought about the cops in Castle Rock and about the desperation surrounding the life of Casey Pipestem.

It's obvious that the New Mexico State Police didn't care about what happened to me.

When a driver pulled his big rig over and talked to me through a half-open window [he kept the passenger door locked] I felt a cold deja vu.The man told me that the only way that I could get a ride with him was by sleeping with him in his sleeper.

I told him to go bore somebody else. But inside I wanted to pound him to pulp.

A State Police trooper finally drove up and asked how I was. I verbally let him have it.

It's small wonder that Casey Pipestem never found the faith to change. It's no surprise that no one was there to save her life.

2 comments:

serialbuster said...

Hi. I followed a link you posted on
the AMW forum to your blogsite. Do
you know that the photo of the tree
on your main page has a face in it?
Squinty eyes, a long crooked nose
and a thin-lipped mouth which
denotes infinite wisdom. The down-
ward slant on one side of the mouth
is also indicative of arrogance,
quite fitting for a tree I think.
I've read some pretty scary stuff
about corruption within the police
depts in NM, especially Albequerque
and surrounding areas. Lots of
unsolved murders, and not all drug-
related and prostitutes, either. No
wonder they keep their ramps dark.
Be careful around there. Sincerely,
Buster.

Ruthie In The Sky said...

I now see the face in the tree. Including the crooked nose.
But I believe that there is nothing worse than a crooked cop.
New Mexico is a bad place and I got a first-hand look at the pathetic attitude of the major departments in that area.
I never yelled at a State cop like I did at that officer the following morning.
I was livid.
And I was and am right.
Something occurred to me, too.
I wonder if the serial killer of those women on I-40 is a police officer.
Personally, after what I saw on that long night...I wouldn't be surprised.