In the realm of “I live
in the woods; it’s utopia” kind of posts, I’m taking to this here blog today to
muse on a sad subject that’s rocked my backwoods area as of late and shook it
to its serene core.
Here in Tyler County,
it’s the typical “everyone knows everyone (and everyone’s business)” kinda
setup.
A
little over a month ago, a young couple was taken out in front of a church, not
far from where I live. I’m not writing this to point fingers at anyone or
anything like that. I haven’t the least bit of interest in doing so. I’m just
an observer musing on the frailty of life and the tenuous bond of family. That’s
the most tragic thing here, in all of this: two people obviously in the
physical prime of their lives, gone; a family ruined.
Here
are the brief particulars on the case: The victims were a couple of recently
married thirtysomethings, Nathan Maddox and his wife, Krystal (nee Humphus)
Maddox. Years ago, I’d see Nathan and his brother Josh at parties here and
there, but never really knew either of them. I knew Krystal from grade school
and would hang out with her when she sat up at the gas station, passing time as
her mom worked. She seemed like an interesting girl even then. In retrospect, I
think we were thought of as two of the “weird kids” in our grade. Can’t recall
as to why. Krystal moved away after a couple of years in Colmesneil. I saw her
here and there years later, but can’t remember the circumstances.
Last
time I saw Nathan out and about, years ago when I was working in Woodville, he
was engaged to be married to an old friend of mine, Kristen. Now, again, I don’t
write this to criticize or point the finger of negativity at anyone, but from
what I’ve seen and gathered, there have been many who have done so on Facebook
and other social media outlets. It’s not hard, given the narrative, to see what
kind of conclusions people have drawn, but it also shows just how serene this
neck of the woods normally is: nothing like this happens around here
(thankfully so) yet when it does, everyone seems to know who did it. It’s a mix
of naiveté and righteous anger; completely understandable. As I wrote, everyone
(at least seemingly) knows everyone else in these parts, and the husband and
wife each represented a great many things to a great many people here. It’s the
same case wherever, whenever this sort of thing happens, but it seems so much
larger in scope inside our blanket of loblolly pine, light years away from the
interstates and urban decay.
At the
root of this tragedy, a custody battle is cited as the motive for whoever did
the heinous deed, an ongoing, messy struggle over an innocent young girl, the
product of Nathan and Kristen’s union. I’m not going to reiterate the details
here, but it’s not hard to find them, if one is interested in learning about
the case. What I do want to posit here is this: divorce is messy; lives are
shifted around in the mire and our most innocent, vulnerable society members
all too often wind up rudderless as a result. The children are our future
movers, shakers and doers and it is beyond tragic to have the hands of
injustice touch them. When families are split apart, foster situations are put into place and accusations from opposing sides are tossed about like so much garbage, it doesn't bode well for the future of children who are the innocent victims of such situations.
I don’t
have all the specifics everyone else seems to have about the fate of Nathan and
Krystal, nor do I have one iota of knowledge as to the ongoing investigation
and what the authorities are uncovering, but I hope that whoever is responsible
(at least) loses their freedom and whatever earthly pleasures/treasures have
been afforded them. I have discovered that a suspect has been taken into
custody. Again, I won’t go into details here, but that information is readily
available. Hopefully, it leads the investigation closer to a conclusion. A
conclusion meaning a serving of “justice”, but despite whatever a court may
rule and whatever sentence may be meted out to whomever, it still won’t
resurrect the ties and lives from the wreckage. Not in this existence.
In
thinking about this, the ruination factor looms large for me. A great deal of
what I write about and sing about is an attempt to reconcile the present with
the past, or parts of it that seem so serene, so green and bright. Sometimes I
succeed, and in those moments, my existential angst is temporarily lifted. I’ve
never known tragedy of such a scale, but I can relate in some ways. When it
boils down to it, everything is relative.
There
are connections everywhere you look, in every living or inanimate thing. A few
years ago, I began research for a book I planned to write on the case of a
rising Dallas minister who was accused of trying to murder his wife. Those
events happened way back in 1987, before the Internet and our 24/7 news cycle.
If such a thing happened now, every nook and cranny would be broadcast all day,
every day. The case of Walker Railey was the OJ Simpson-type case of its day.
The story itself, tragic as it struck me, seemed like something Flannery O’Connor
might write about. There was certainly a Southern Gothic air about it, and a
little bit of detective-novel intrigue thrown in, as well. Although my book
never got past the proposal stage, the sadness of how so many lives were ruined
never left me, and colored my manuscript outline.
My
motivation for writing about the case was twofold: I was shocked that there’d
not been a worthwhile book written on the case and the injustice dealt by the
culprit and the legal system drove me to write. Railey was young, charismatic
and a rising star in the Methodist church. Prior to the murder attempt on his pretty
and talented wife, Peggy, everyone seemed to love Walker, whether they were of
the Methodist faith or not. Even when circumstantial evidence kept mounting and
it seemed to be a forgone conclusion to a great many that he was the one who
tried to strangle his wife, many people still supported him. In all my research,
I rarely came across a story from that time period, covering his criminal
trial, where the focus was on the victim or her family.
Here
we sit well into 2014, and I doubt anyone on the street would recall the name Walker
Railey, if asked. Maybe some in the Dallas area might have a bell rung, or
someone interested in powerful religious leaders of the 1980s and their tabloid-worthy
downfalls (e.g. Jimmy Swaggart, Jim Bakker, et. al). Many of the people
involved in the case are now gone, including Peggy Railey herself, freed from
the barely conscious bondage that held her mind hostage over twenty years. I
was thinking of her and Nicole Brown Simpson when I wrote my song “Teetering”
many years ago. It’s a paean to victims of injustice, another driving force
behind my work. Said book will likely never be completed; I doubt anyone would
be interested at this point, but for Peggy Railey, Nicole Brown Simpson, little
Caylee Anthony, Nathan and Krystal Maddox and any victims of injustice anywhere
whose lives have been ended or ruined by circumstances you could not control,
may you never be forgotten. That is all.