Back when I was in the Navy, I interviewed a number of long-term deserters who had been brought back into custody. Some of them had turned themselves in after 20 years or more, some had been arrested for other things and identified as deserters afterwards, but all of them talked about the constant nagging fear that the next knock on the door, the next flashing light behind them, the next phone call, would see them exposed and brought back into custody.
This woman was a total idiot. She escaped rather than finish a minimum sentence that would have been completely forgotten by now. I think the hell she put herself through by going on the lam and then having to live like a church mouse for three decades is plenty of punishment for her crime.
I hope the judge screams at her, tells her she’s a stupid ditz, and sends her home.
She was sentenced on 06-28-76. Assuming the prison wasn’t that far away (I wonder where they sent the females back then?) let’s say a week for MDOC to pick her up and log her in. That started her clock.
She escaped on 04-14-77. So she had served about 9 months of what could have been a 16 month sentence-figuring that she would have been released at her earliest date (not counting good time, as I don’t know if we still had good time in the prison system then-we don’t now). So yeah, a ditzy move. Let’s see, 7 more months in the lock up vs. a lifetime of always waiting for that knock on the door, or those little blue lights behind you? Was the food THAT bad?