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Questions about The Last Rites


The Last Rites The True Story of the Rape and Execution of Pauline Metler

The Last Rites The True Story of the Rape and Execution of Pauline Metler

 

The other day on my fan page on facebook I received an email  from someone who apparently didn’t have a page. When I tried to answer the email it would not go through. So I will try to answer it here. The question was this, when I was researching this book did I talk to any of the victim’s family. The answer to that is no. The reason is simple, when this case was being investigated all those many years ago, the few family members who lived in Melbourne at the time of the brutal murder refused to give law enforcement any information. They were cagey and evasive.  Law enforcement didn’t know if they were ashamed of the victim, if they were hiding something or they just plain hated the victim. I had to use what research I had which were the case files, the accounts from those who worked the crime and the limited things I could find on my own. I was asked why I said that no one cared enough – There were two reasons the first was the fact that those in Melbourne refused to give law enforcement any information about the victim’s immediate family that is mother, father, siblings. The one brother they did find came to a dead end. They didn’t know if the victim had any children, where she originally came from how she got to Florida or any of her history. Once it was determined who she was through dental records, the family in Melbourne nor her current husband would claim her body and lay her to rest.

Later I was contacted by a daughter who was a small child when her mother died. She didn’t know that her mother had been buried by St. Lucie County and was in an unmarked grave. She asked me the same question, Why did I say no one cared. My response to her was this. No adult at that time cared, which was evident by the family members in Melbourne- I told her it was in no way in reflection her or others who were either too young or didn’t have any control over the situation. It was directed toward those who had the ability to make sure that Pauline was laid to rest  with family and not in a strange place with no one to grieve over her body.

When I write true crime, I write for the victims. I write so they will be remembered. I write so that they will never be forgotten. People always remember the killer but never the victim. In Pauline’s case there was not even a stone to mark her final resting place. No one knew she was even buried in that place. She deserved better. No matter how she lived her life or under what circumstances she met her death, she deserved better than an unmarked grave in a strange town where no one knew her.

Those who could not do anything because it was beyond their control – the statement was not meant to slur your memory in any way. It was for those who could have done something and refused. Even if that something was just to talk to the investigators. Even if that something was to give an option to other family members to get her home.

Thanks to this book Pauline now has a stone. The one daughter who has become I hope my friend made sure her mother was not forgotten. Her resting place is now marked. People who walk by now know she is there. They will see her name and know she lived and maybe left good behind.

So to all of you who had no control who could not grieve next to her grave, who could not place flowers and remembrance by her stone, who didn’t even know where she was buried- take heart- know that statement was not meant for you- the book was meant to help you heal to know that she is not forgotten and to know that because I live so close I check on her for you frequently. Pauline is a part of me. She led me to the writing of her story. She wanted it told. She wanted and needed to be remembered.

Paulines Stone

May 28, 2013 - Posted by | Books | , , , , , ,

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