Showing posts with label Ruth Pelke. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ruth Pelke. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 22, 2020

Sad Days



“Connections are what fascinate me, the connections of history and of individual lives,the accidents, incidents, and intentions that rip people apart and sew them back together.” David Maraniss




Bill Pelke was a steel mill crane operator from Gary when he learned that teenage girls had murdered his grandmother Ruth after getting into her home in Glen Park under the pretense of wanting Bible lessons. The were quickly caught and the supposed ringleader 15-year-ld Paula Cooper eventually tried as an adult and sentenced to death by electrocution.  Bill Pelke and his family were gratified by sentence. One day, while at work in his crane Pelke had an epiphany: his grandmother telling him that she didn’t want Paula to die. Much to his dad’s chagrin, Bill joined an effort to save Paula from the electric chair that ultimately succeeded thanks to millions of signatures and statements from religious leaders, including the Pope. Bill also reached out to Paula herself in letters and finally face-to-face visits.  Paula became a model prisoner, was released three decades later, and tragically, killed herself, perhaps out of guilt that she could never completely shed.

 


Despite this terrible blow, Bill Pelke has continued his work with an organization he founded, Journey of Hope . . . from Violence to Healing. Its central purpose: opposing the death penalty. No in his 60s and living in Anchorage, Alaska, Pelke spent a frustrating week striving unsuccessfully to prevent the execution of three federal prisoners brought to Terre Haute, Indiana, to await the lethal injection. Pelke led protests at the Supreme Court building in Washington as the high court rejected, 5-4, pleas to halt the first such executions in 17 years.  The first, Daniel Lewis Lee was convicted of taking part in the murder an Arkansas family.  The family’s relatives objected to his execution, and the man most responsible for the crime avoided the death sentence by cooperating with the authorities at Lee’s prosecution. One of the other two suffered from dementia.  All three had committed heinous crimes, and all three were white, perhaps selected to dispel any hint that race was an issue.

 

Bill Pelke posted this statement from Ruth Friedman, attorney for Daniel Lee and Director, Federal Capital Habeas Project

    It is important for everyone to understand exactly what happened last night to our client, Daniel Lewis Lee. At 2 AM on July 14, while the country was sleeping, the Supreme Court issued a 5-4 decision vacating the injunction that had been in place against the first federal execution in 17 years. Within minutes, the Department of Justice moved to re-set Danny Lee's execution--for 4 AM, summoning media and witnesses back to the prison in the very middle of the night. When it was brought to the government's attention that a court stay still remained in place, the DOJ first maintained that that stay presented no legal impediment to executing Danny Lee, but then filed an "emergency" motion to lift the stay.



    Over the four hours it took for this reckless and relentless government to pursue these ends, Daniel Lewis Lee remained strapped to a gurney: a mere 31 minutes after a court of appeals lifted the last impediment to his execution at the federal government's urging, while multiple motions remained pending, and without notice to counsel, he was executed.



    It is shameful that the government saw fit to carry out this execution during a pandemic. It is shameful that the government saw fit to carry out this execution when counsel for Danny Lee could not be present with him, and when the judges in his case and even the family of his victims urged against it. And it is beyond shameful that the government, in the end, carried out this execution in haste, in the middle of the night, while the country was sleeping. We hope that upon awakening, the country will be as outraged as we are.

Before I came to know Bill Pelke, I wouldn’t given these executions much thought.  Since inviting him to speak at IU Northwest on two occasions, I have become a strong advocate for abolishing the death penalty. It has proved not to be a deterrent and costlier, given the extended appeal process, than life without possibility of parole.  What’s more, modern DNA analysis has shown numerous prisoners on death row to have been innocent.  Most important, I believe it morally unjust for the state to put someone to death.  Bill Pelke is a man of faith who believes all souls are redeemable. One executed man’s final words were, “Holy Mother, mother of God, pray for me.”  I couldn’t bring myself to sympathize with him but did say a prayer of thanks to crusader Bill Pelke, who is keeping the faith in our troubled times.




The country lost another man of faith, Democratic Congressman John Lewis of Georgia, a civil rights pioneer involved in the 1960 sit-ins, 1961 Freedom Rides, 1963 March on Washington, and the 1965 Selma march, where a trooper fractured his skull. Like his mentor Martin Luther King, for him an open, just, integrated society was not just a Black issue, it was a goal we should all embrace.  He championed the cause of gas, Latinos, poor people, native Americans, women – and he worked within the political system, making friends across and aisle. Tributes were so nonpartisan even the President was pressured into lowering federal flags to half-staff.  Son Dave wrote:

My heart is saddened. Last night John Lewis died, but for 80 years he showed us how to truly live.  Our hero is with God.  May we be his legacy. “May we love as courageously; serve as humbly; and until justice rolls down like water, may we always cause Good Trouble.” - Cory Booker. “Not many of us get to live to see our own legacy play out in such a meaningful, remarkable way. John Lewis did” - Barack Obama

 

This from former IUN colleague Don Coffin

Native village.

Hidden in the bamboo, cannot

Escape the summer storms

    Japanese haiku


Frank Certa in 1950s with sons Mike and Jerry


This from former IUN colleague Mike Certa:

    It's a sad/glad couple of days. A year ago on 7/19 our friend George passed away. On 7/20/91, my parents died in an auto accident. Thinking of them reminded me of all of the friends and relatives who have passed away. The glad part of these two days comes from the literally thousands of good memories that I have of those folks that we made when we were together. If I've learned anything, it's to never take anyone for granted. Everyday is a gift! Live it like you mean it! Stay safe.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Bound for Glory


This train is bound for glory
Don’t carry nothing but the righteous and the holy
This train is bound for glory, this train.”
    Woody Guthrie

Ron Cohen’s Woody Guthrie book is out, subtitled “Writing America’s Songs.”  Good timing since the “Bound for Glory” troubadour was born exactly one hundred years ago.  During his visit to the Archives I gave Ron a copy of “Valor” that the Sheriff and I both signed.  On the back cover is Ron’s endorsement of “a rags-to-riches story of a Mexican-American who overcame many hardships to become sheriff of Lake County, after a stellar career as a state trooper, attorney, and local political figure.”

Woody Allen’s “To Rome with Love” was mildly amusing, but Penelope Cruz as a wise-cracking prostitute was alone worth the price of admission.  Plus it’s always fun watching Alec Baldwin squeeze the most out of a role.  Woody, as usual, played a neurotic caricature of himself.  I may have been the youngest person in the audience.

In a play in Grand Rapids Tori shined, but I couldn’t hear most of the dialogue.  The musical numbers were good though.  We spent the night at Alissa and Josh’s apartment after a pizza meal at Phil and Delia’s.  Josh was reading Nelson Algren’s “Never Come Morning,” so I perused the first few chapters.  Set in a Chicago Polish neighborhood circa 1940, it makes references to a Region amusement park and Gary middleweight champ Tony Zale.  After forcing himself on his girlfriend, Casey rationalizes it by saying to himself, “I guess I’ll take her to Riverview.”  A washed up fighter recalls his moment of glory when in Gary he threw a punch that stunned a future champ.

Saturday was Miranda’s high school graduation party.  While some of her friends were in-crowd types, others looked like good old down-to-earth hippies.  One guy had hair dyed a half-dozen different colors; another wore a t-shirt proclaiming, “My Mother Loves Me.”  Beth (Alissa’s mom) drove in from Washington, DC, and Delia’s mother brought rice and other Puerto Rican specialties.  Dave and I prevailed in two of three of beanbag toss contests against Phil and Miranda’s boyfriend Derrick, who were somewhat distracted by being targets of water balloons. I enjoyed Miranda’s friend Ashley Grzeszak, who will attend Michigan State in the fall.   Miranda is going to Grand Valley State, where Alissa recently got offered a full-time job (hooray, hooray!!!), beating out 122 other candidates.
above, Jimbo with Toni, Becca, Miranda, and Ashley; below, Paula Cooper, Times photo by Sarah Tompkins

Sunday we took the Hagelbergs to Sage for dinner and then played bridge at the condo.  I showed them “Valor” and the excellent Times front page story entitled “Paula Cooper: A Second Chance.” In 1985 15 year-old Paula and three other girls stabbed 78 year-old Glen Park Bible teacher Ruth Pelke to death.  Paula was initially sentenced to death, but after worldwide protest and Pelke’s own grandson taking up her cause, it was reduced to sixty years.  With time off for good behavior, she will be released a year from now.  In prison, Paula earned a GED, a bachelor’s degree and various culinary certificates.  Contrite about her crime, she credits God and Bill Pelke, who writes her weekly and has visited her frequently, for having faith in her. Pelke has said, “Paula has changed.  She’s not the same person that committed that terrible crime.”

Of the dozens of on-line respondents to the Paula Cooper story, opinion was divided on her going free.  Hopefully the belief of Bill Pelke, that “we are supposed to hate the sin but love the sinner,” will carry the day and a future employer will give Paula a job.  She told Times reporter Sarah Tompkins, “I don’t care if I have to sweep floors, wash dishes or flip hamburgers, I’m going to take what I can get, you know, just to get on my feet and show people that I deserve a chance.”

Anne Balay and I were going to get together to discuss the final chapter of her book on GLBT steelworkers, but instead we did it by phone.  I recommend that she interview USWA district director Jim Robinson and perhaps start chapters with quotes from some of the 40 interviewees.  I recently learned that some people use the initials GLBTIQ for gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgendered, intersex and questioning.

Karen DePirro’s work was on display at IUN’s Savannah Center Gallery.  Ann Fritz put out a nice spread, as always.  The pieces in the show, entitled “Alternate Reality,” combined realistic landscape or water background scenes with surrealistic still life figures in the foreground.  A former teacher from St. John, IN, she was friendly and I really enjoyed viewing her work.

Karren Lee sent me the 12-minute documentary Marty Bohn made of the June Pop Up Art event.  In it I discuss Dale Fleming’s artwork for several minutes, including many illustrations that appeared in my “Lake Michigan Tales” issue.  Marty’s audio wasn’t working earlier in the evening, so she made due as best she could with background music.