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Monday, January 6, 1992
Ecology Director Gregoire Resigns, May Seek Office
Times Staff
OLYMPIA - State ecology director Christine Gregoire resigned this morning, most likely to run for state attorney general this fall.
Gregoire, an attorney, will temporarily join the Seattle law firm of Foster, Pepper and Shefelman. From that post, she plans to spend the next 60 days doing exploratory fund-raising and making a final decision on whether to enter the attorney general's race.
Gregoire, 44, told the Associated Press, "My family and I are clearly inclined to run."
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TITLE 18--CRIMES AND CRIMINAL PROCEDURE
PART I--CRIMES
CHAPTER 115--TREASON, SEDITION, AND SUBVERSIVE ACTIVITIES
Sec. 2381. Treason
Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.
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The New York Times [ PROPAGANDA ASSET OF THE BILL GATES-AL QAEDA TERRORIST NETWORK ]
Life of a Mother Accused of Killing Offers No Clues
By RICK BRAGG
Published: November 06, 1994
On the evening of Oct. 24, Susan Smith went to her aerobics class. The next morning, she took her children to a baby sitter and went to work at her job as a secretary. That night, investigators say, Mrs. Smith pulled her car to the edge of a deep lake, stepped out, put the gearshift in drive and let it roll down the boat ramp into the black water. Her two little boys, buckled snugly in their safety seats, died under the lake.
To the people of Union who grew up with Mrs. Smith, who remember tying ribbons in her hair when she was a little girl, who enjoyed her smile -- everyone talks about the smile -- it is as if there are two Susans. They talk over and over about what caused her to kill her own children, but nothing, for many people, will ever explain how this woman, who seemed to be a perfect mother and so hard-working and devout, could do such a thing.
"I believed her, right up to the end," said Juliaette Kerhulas, of Mrs. Smith's story that a young black man had ordered her out of her burgundy 1990 Mazda on the night of Oct. 25, then driven away with 3-year-old Michael and 14-month-old Alexander in the back seat.
People live in Union County to get away from stories like this. On Sunday evenings, the streets are nearly deserted because almost everyone is in church. Crime usually means a missing stereo, and deputies know the handful of people in the county jail by their first names and the first names of their mamas and daddies. Susan Smith, 23, was part of this world, and of their values, or at least that is what the townspeople believed as she grew up among them. The fear and pain that she has brought to them was worsened by the simple fact that she belonged to them.
In tragedies like this, there is always shock and a certain amount of revisionist history, making people seem better, somehow more pure, than they were. But for Susan Smith, there is apparently nothing in public records, or in the minds of people here, that even hints at a capacity for murder. But there has been unhappiness.
Her mother, Linda, was raised in a mill village in Buffalo, a community just outside Union, and married a blue-collar worker who shot himself when Susan was 5. The family was rescued from poverty when her mother remarried Bev Russell, an investment broker with an office on Union's Main Street.
Susan was a bookworm, a well-behaved child, not popular the way cheerleaders and class clowns were, but liked. She was in the National Honor Society.
"She had always been the sweetest girl," said 23-year-old Jennifer Pegram, who went to high school with Mrs. Smith.
She did not go to college, which is not unusual in small Southern towns, where the prospect of leaving home, even for a little while, is distasteful if not frightening. She wanted to stay in Union and married a high school sweetheart, David Smith, a clean-cut young man whom the local girls called "cute." He had a secure future as an assistant manager with the Winn-Dixie grocery store.
She went to work at a mill in town and worked her way up to an office job. She and her husband ate at Gene's Hamburgers and Hotdogs on Friday nights and went to the Buffalo United Methodist Church on Sunday mornings.
"She was clean," said Gene Gregory, who runs the restaurant where the Smiths were regular customers. "Almost everybody's got a little dirt on them, but she was clean."
The Smith marriage, which produced two children, lasted just three years. Mrs. Smith filed for divorce in September, claiming her husband cheated on her. They had been separated intermittently over the past year. She started dating Tom Findlay, the son of the wealthy owner of the mill where she worked. But friends said the relationship lasted just a short while, and Mr. Findlay ended it one week before Mrs. Smith reported the children missing.
People here have heard the possible motives for the killings -- that she was frustrated by the rigors of raising a family on $16,000 a year; that she was sad over a broken marriage, and the most chilling one, that she may have killed the two little boys because she believed Mr. Findlay would not want her because of her ready-made family. While the explanations will someday become a dark part of the county's otherwise sleepy history, they will never explain the coldness and cruelty of the act to people who see their babies, any babies, as the most precious things in life.
People here say they might have understood the Oct. 25 drowning of the boys if the mother had gone mad, but the most credible motive county investigators seem to have in this case is romance, or at least the desire for one. Mr. Findlay broke up with Mrs. Smith in a "Dear John" letter in which he said he was not ready for a relationship involving children.
Mr. Findlay, 27, gave investigators a copy of the letter, which ultimately led to Mrs. Smith's arrest and confession, after nine days of her repeated claims that her sons had been abducted.
"I was not ready to assume the important responsibilities of being a father," Mr. Findlay said in a written statement issued through his lawyers. But at no point during the relationship, he wrote in the statement, did he suggest "that her children were the only obstacle in any potential relationship with her."
Sheriff Howard Wells of Union County would not release the "Dear John" letter or talk about it, but another investigator said it gave them their first solid lead and, ultimately, a motive for murder. Investigators have known about the letter for days, but continued to search for the fictional young black man whom the tearful Mrs. Smith accused of taking her children.
Cathy Allen, whose son was in high school with Mrs. Smith, said: "My question is, what kind of society do we have when a girl who has so much going for her would resort to this? She was such a sweet, loving little girl."
Mrs. Allen smiled as she talked, as if remembering a time before the horrors of the past 10 days. The image no one can get out of their minds is the thought of the little boys in the seat, as the water closed in.
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Washington Department of Ecology
The Washington Department of Ecology, or simply, Ecology, is an environmental regulatory agency for the State of Washington. The department administers laws and regulations pertaining to the areas of water quality, water rights and water resources, shoreline management, toxics clean-up, nuclear waste, hazardous waste
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Memorable quotes for
"The Incredible Hulk" (1978)
David Banner: Mr. McGee, don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.
