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Jessica's story: an ordinary kid
St. Petersburg Times ^ | February 9, 2007 | Michael Kruse

Posted on 02/09/2007 10:14:22 PM PST by Graybeard58

Who was this 9-year-old girl whose death led to significant legal changes in Florida and nationwide?

Before Feb. 24, 2005, before she was taken from her room in her home in the dark, before she was kept and raped and buried alive in black plastic trash bags, before her name and her face conjured a crime and a law and a cause, she was just Jessie.

Jessica Marie Lunsford was born Oct. 6, 1995, at Gaston Memorial Hospital in Gastonia, N.C. Her grandmother, Ruth Lunsford, said she wasn’t “red or wrinkled or nothing like that,” and her grandfather, Archie Lunsford, said he got butterflies in his stomach “the first time I seen her.” It was 11:41 p.m.

She started crawling at 5 months old.

She started walking at just under a year.

She moved to Citrus County the first time when she was 3, then went back and forth from North Carolina for a while, but mainly she lived here with her grandparents and then also with her dad when he moved down for good in 2004. Mark Lunsford drove a truck and got divorced when Jessie was 1. She was known as a grandma’s girl.

The photo albums in the family’s doublewide mobile home show her chest-down on the kitchen counter “helping” with soapy dishes when she was 2, being a “princess” wrapped in a white blanket when she was 3 and sleeping on the couch with Corky the wiener dog when she was 5.

They show her dressing up in her grandmother’s fur hat and white high heels when she was 8. They show her wearing the shiny red flat-heeled shoes she called her Dorothy shoes because she liked The Wizard of Oz.

She was frilly and girly.

She was curious and conscientious.

She was warm and bouncy and kind and caring and empathetic and mature for her age and had good attendance and tried real hard in her third-grade class at Homosassa Elementary School.

She was sweet but sometimes shy.

“She’s my friend,” Tiffany Powalish told attorneys later.

“What kind of things did you guys do together?” she was asked.

“Cheerleading.”

“Cheerleading?”

She nodded her head.

“Okay. Anything else?”

“Ride bikes.”

Jessie liked scrambled eggs with no yolks and noodles with butter and none of the parsley she called the “green stuff.”

She liked Fruit Loops and limp bacon and curly fries from Hardee’s and raw broccoli and baby carrots in baggies she took to school for lunch. She liked Bratz dolls and the Disney Channel and Winnie the Pooh. She liked the color pink and the singer Pink.

She liked to sing on the back steps she called her stage.

She liked to mop the floor and vacuum the rug.

She liked to do cartwheels. Sometimes she did them outside and sometimes she did them inside from the living room through the dining room and into the kitchen and the family room and then onto the couch near the TV.

After every one of them she would pull her shirt and her skirt back down and look around to make sure no one saw too much.

She got an allowance of a dollar a week. She once had a yard sale and sold old dolls and shoes and pocketbooks. She made $87.

She went to Faith Baptist Church a couple of streets over from where she lived and sat with her grandparents in the center section of pews in the back. She usually put a quarter in the plate when it came around.

She went to a tutor for math. Sharon Armstrong was also like a mother or an aunt.

Jessie learned some sign language from Sharon.

She liked to make scrapbooks with Sharon.

She once made a bookmark for Sharon, red crayon on yellow paper, and Sharon put it in her Bible. Sometimes, she got a church program for the pastor’s wife, who uses a wheelchair. She always took care of her grandparents when they had surgeries or got sick.

She wanted them to stop and watch when she jumped into friends’ pools.

Sometimes, said Kim Bidlack, one of her youth group teachers, she would give a hug, and hold on tight, and say nothing.

She didn’t like going barefoot.

She didn’t like the dark.

She slept with a stuffed tiger and kept a flashlight by her bed.

Her bed was thin and low, and in her room she had stuffed animal dogs and bears, and books like Beverly Cleary’s Ramona’s World, Mother Goose nursery rhymes and The Tale of Jemima Puddleduck. There was a pendant on the top of her dresser that said I Believe In Christ.

The pink Magic Marker sign on the door told people to knock to get in.

Jessie didn’t like just anybody going in her room.

She was bashful and wary around people she didn’t know. But she minded her manners, and her elders. She didn’t talk back.

She wanted to be a fashion designer or an actor or an Olympic swimmer. She was going to take lessons in the summer at the pool at a park in Crystal River.

She was going to sing in a talent show at school.

The Florida Comprehensive Assessment Test was coming up.

She had started wearing a little eye shadow and blush.

She might have had a crush on a boy. “I Liked you so much,” she wrote in a note found in her desk at school. “I gave you all of my trust I tolld you I Loved you.” There were hearts drawn on the page.

On the afternoon of Feb. 23, 2005, Sharon picked her up to take her to the church for some math work before King’s Kids youth group. It was 5:30 p.m.

She said out loud at youth group her memorized Philippians 4:13: “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” Sharon picked her up and drove her home and waited till she walked to the front door. She turned and gave her the sign-language sign for “I love you” and then went inside. It was after 8.

She bathed and washed her hair and cleaned the bathroom. She put on her pink nightgown and told her dad she loved him. Her grandmother tucked her in and kept her door open a 6-inch crack so the light from the family room could get in. It was after 10.

Her grandfather watched the news and turned off the TV and then the light and shut the door to Jessie’s bedroom the rest of the way. It was around 11:30.

She was cat woman with a leopard-print costume and black-painted whiskers her last Halloween.

She got a watch her last Christmas.

There were eight pages left to fill in her scrapbook.

She almost never fussed.

She almost never cried.

On Feb. 24, 2005, Jessica Marie Lunsford was just about 9 1/2 years old and not quite 5 feet tall. She had on gray metal, clear-stoned earrings, and the peach-colored nail polish on her fingers matched the peach-colored nail polish on her toes. Her jeans and plain white shoes and blue and white Bratz shirt were set out for the next day for school.

And around 3 a.m. the door to her room opened in the dark.


TOPICS: Culture/Society; Extended News; US: Florida
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1 posted on 02/09/2007 10:14:22 PM PST by Graybeard58
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To: Graybeard58

This is one of the saddest articles I've ever read on FR. Poor kid :<


2 posted on 02/09/2007 10:19:36 PM PST by KantianBurke
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To: KantianBurke
There are several things I never want to do again. One is to look for a child who was missing and then find out that she was butchered by a devoid. The second is to see the look on her parents faces when they learned what happened to her. The third is to watch a young child fight cancer to her last breath.

There are devoids that walk the earth and have no humanity in them. They look human but they are not. When we find these things they should be exterminated.

3 posted on 02/09/2007 10:30:05 PM PST by isthisnickcool (I own your children! ---RICK PERRY)
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To: Graybeard58

So astonishingly evil, it's hard to even read it! Yes, the totally innocent are slaughtered by servants to evil. How many abortion 'clinics' are there in our midst?


4 posted on 02/09/2007 10:31:40 PM PST by MHGinTN (If you've had life support. Promote life support for others.)
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To: MHGinTN

Yet so few changes have occurred in Florida.


5 posted on 02/09/2007 10:33:23 PM PST by MHGinTN (If you've had life support. Promote life support for others.)
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To: MHGinTN

Things like this make me wonder why I live here.


6 posted on 02/09/2007 10:33:53 PM PST by darkangel82 (Socialism is NOT an American value.)
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To: KantianBurke
This is one of the saddest articles I've ever read on FR. Poor kid :<

I think this is one of the saddest things I've ever read anywhere.

My oldest girl is 9 1/2. I can't even imagine some monster taking her away from this world.

7 posted on 02/09/2007 10:39:34 PM PST by conservative cat
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To: isthisnickcool

!... A rabid dog would garner more rational handling.


8 posted on 02/09/2007 10:42:24 PM PST by MHGinTN (If you've had life support. Promote life support for others.)
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To: Graybeard58

When crimes like this are committed, when the most innocent of society are raped, murdered and discarded as if they were garbage, when the walking talking demon responsible for such a crime confesses to his actions, but then because he babbled about wanting a lawyer, his confession is ruled inadmissable, when such things happen, we can be sure of the following:

First, our society is permeated and saturated with evil which has the potential, ability and desire to open it's wretched death maw at any time and devour any one of us, and any one of our loved ones.

Second, those who perpetrate such evil will use and manipulate the built-in protections of our legal system to evade appropriate punishment, even up to and including finding creative and technical ways to be found 'not responsible', and they will have no shortage of fools and knaves who will be happy to provide them with all the legal tools they could possibly desire.

Third, any parties who aid and abet such monsters in the commission of their crimes will for the most part, never so much as get a slap on the wrist, let alone be held equally accountable as the prime perpetrator.

If I were so inclined to actually write a letter to that scumbag Couey, I would tell him the following:

a.) You murdered that girl, and you damn well know it.

b.) Stop hiding behind the fact that you asked about a lawyer in the very process of confessing your crime.

c.) Change your plea to 'guilty', and tell the court you accept the death penalty for your crime.

d.) Ask Jesus Christ to forgive you and to save your soul, because as dirty and depraved a sinner as you are, Christ is still willing to save your worthless ass (as we see it) because He died for your sins too.

e.) Fire your attorneys, tell the court appointed psychologists that your mind is perfectly sound, and ask for the earliest possible execution date from the Governor.

f.) Tell the Lunsford family that you are sorry for your crimes, and that you know you deserve death.

g.) 'G' is for 'Goodbye' as in the death chamber at Florida State Prison.

Couey, the wages of sin is death, and you have earned your pay.

Step up and get it.


9 posted on 02/09/2007 11:16:22 PM PST by mkjessup
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To: Graybeard58

Just think, she was so afraid of the dark she slept with a flashlight. And the man buried her alive. I keep wondering now if she was repeating that bible verse to herself.


10 posted on 02/09/2007 11:34:41 PM PST by I still care ("Remember... for it is the doom of men that they forget" - Merlin, from Excalibur)
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To: I still care

The way she died is a horrible thing to contemplate but it consoles me to know that the time she spent suffering was short when compared to the eternity she has now with the Father.

Any pleasure her murderer got from her suffering and death is short compared to the eternity he faces.


11 posted on 02/09/2007 11:42:57 PM PST by Graybeard58 (Remember and pray for SSgt. Matt Maupin - MIA/POW- Iraq since 04/09/04)
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To: Graybeard58

Reading this story, I'm reminded of little Shasta Groenig (sp?) who watched her brother Dylan die. I can't imagine what she went through. Stories like this just make you want to hug your children a little bit tighter. What a joy this little girl must have been.


12 posted on 02/09/2007 11:43:30 PM PST by derllak
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To: Graybeard58

I have a son who was born almost the same time as Jessica was and another who is the same age now as she was when she died.

This is hard to read.


13 posted on 02/10/2007 12:36:56 AM PST by GATOR NAVY (Naming CVNs after congressmen and mediocre presidents burns my butt)
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To: mkjessup
Amen.

If this subhuman chunk of bottom feeding slime gets off with no punishment for this crime, the court should sentence his attorney to a lifetime of keeping the "slime" in his/her home--to live with his family--and to be, personally, responsible for seeing that he doesn't "offend" again.

There have been to many inhuman crimes committed during my lifetime, but this has to be one of the worst. He buried her alive, for heaven's sake! Could the police have found her alive if it weren't for the repeat criminal's lying, dissembling relatives? If so, the relatives should be on trial as well.
14 posted on 02/10/2007 1:15:04 AM PST by singfreedom ("Victory at all costs,.......for without victory there is no survival."--Churchill--that's "Winston")
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To: Graybeard58
Nobody deserves to be treated like this poor little girl was treated by an evil piece of human scum.

Theres a special place in hell for anyone who could do that to another human being.

15 posted on 02/10/2007 4:39:13 AM PST by libs_kma (Monica blew while Al-Queda grew.....Oh well, Clinton happens!)
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To: Graybeard58

I have a 8 year old daughter who likes most of the same things Jessica liked and reading this article is just bringing tears to my eyes. To be buried alive has to be a horrible way for a child to die and she was afraid of the dark. Poor baby she was just a young child. The only comfort is Jessica is now safe with God away from all the evil people that walk this earth.


16 posted on 02/10/2007 4:59:59 AM PST by YoungSoutherner
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To: I still care

Just to think about what she went through is scary and sad.


17 posted on 02/10/2007 5:03:34 AM PST by YoungSoutherner
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To: KantianBurke

So tragic. I felt horrified, angry, and sad for what she had to endure.


18 posted on 02/10/2007 5:12:18 AM PST by Dante3
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To: I still care

Little Jessie's kidnapping, torture and death have hurt my heart more than any other story of its kind. Seeing the pain in her daddy's tear-soaked and blood-shot eyes; I have kept him on my prayer list to this day. And I will keep on praying for him.


19 posted on 02/11/2007 8:35:10 PM PST by getmeouttaPalmBeachCounty_FL ( **Hunter-Tancredo-Weldon-Hayworth 4 President**)
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To: Graybeard58
The way she died is a horrible thing to contemplate but it consoles me to know that the time she spent suffering was short when compared to the eternity she has now with the Father.

FTA: "There was a pendant on the top of her dresser that said 'I Believe In Christ.'"

Is it accepted by Christians that belief/devotion to God pays no dividends in this life, and only pays dividends that can not be verified after death? Because it should be, by all Christians. If God/Jesus isn't going to bother to save a child like Jessica from the over-the-top horrible death that ended her days on Earth, then he's not really any good to us living folks and, frankly, not much of an omnipotent being, period. Hell, I'm not a deity and I would not allow this to happen to this kid, if it were within my control. I should apply for God's job.

20 posted on 03/07/2007 1:19:00 PM PST by GraniteStateConservative (...He had committed no crime against America so I did not bring him here...-- Worst.President.Ever.)
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