Thursday, March 15, 2012

"I told her I was sorry"




I can't imagine how Christie Blachford must feel, sitting through McClintic's testimony which stands in sickening parallel with that of Karla Homolka nearly two decades ago.

Each of these women admitted to feeding the unspeakably sick desires of their lovers without so much as a thought about anyone but themselves. Each of these women, these utter wastes of human skin, were somehow able to rationalize the kidnap, rape, and murder of children to themselves because they believed it would win them favour with their respective partners.



‘I told her I was sorry,’ Terri-Lynne McClintic tells court at Tori Stafford trial
Christie Blatchford
Mar 13, 2012 – 7:51 PM ET
It was nothing less than the merciless destruction of a trusting child that convicted killer Terri-Lynne McClintic has described for an Ontario Superior Court judge and jury here.
The child was eight-year-old Victoria (Tori) Stafford, dead at the hands of McClintic and, allegedly, her former boyfriend Michael Rafferty.
Where McClintic almost two years ago unusually pleaded guilty to and was convicted of first-degree murder in the little girl’s April 8, 2009 death, the 31-year-old Mr. Rafferty is pleading not guilty.
By her own account — delivered in a nasal twang, replete with the use of “like” that is her generation’s trademark and interrupted by long pauses, false starts and instances where her mouth would move but produce no words — McClintic was the one of the pair that the little girl repeatedly turned to for help and comfort in the last hours of her life.
McClintic let her down every single time. The nadir of her betrayal, if such things can be measured, may have come when, according to McClintic, Mr. Rafferty was in the process of sexually assaulting Tori in the back seat of his car.
The pair had driven off to a secluded spot in the southwestern Ontario countryside after McClintic lured Tori, on her way home from school in Woodstock, Ont., just east of London, to Mr. Rafferty’s car with promises of seeing her little and non-existent dog.
So allegedly in mid-attack, Mr. Rafferty had summonsed McClintic back to the vehicle — she said she’d walked a distance away, where she stood alternately staring off at a silo and reliving her own alleged childhood trauma — because Tori had to pee.
“I walked her to the front of the vehicle,” McClintic said. “She grabbed onto my hand, and then she went to the washroom. She held onto me when she went to walk so she wouldn’t fall.”
Prosecutor Kevin Gowdey asked her if she noticed anything after Tori had relieved herself.
“There was blood on the snow,” McClintic replied.
“I told her I was sorry,” she said. “She said don’t let him do it again. I told her she was a very strong girl. She said, ‘Like you?’ and I said, ‘No, you’re very much stronger.’” 
Then, she said, “I walked her back to the vehicle and gave her back to Mike.”
Mr. Rafferty, she said, picked Tori up and prepared to resume the assault.
“She still had hold of my hand, she didn’t want to let go,” McClintic said. “She asked me to stay with her.” She actually got into the front passenger seat, “and I tried to hold onto her hand, but I couldn’t stay. I knew what was going to happen and I couldn’t be there for that.”
You see? As was her custom all that long day, given a choice between Tori and Terri-Lynne, it was nolo contendere, no contest: She picked Terri-Lynne every time.
It was while she stood gazing off to the fields — “I could hear her screams,” she said — that she claimed to have flashbacks. At times, she said, “it was like I wasn’t even there”; at other times, she said, “I realized I needed to do something.”
Do something? Perhaps stop the assault? Save Tori? But no. It was when she turned back to the car, “and saw what was going on,” that she snapped, she said.
“All I saw was myself at that age and all the anger and hate and rage and blame I built up towards myself came boiling up out of me. I went back to the vehicle,” she repeated, and there was another long pause until McClintic said:

 “and I savagely murdered that little girl.”

Though her language grew markedly less specific and moved from the active to the passive tense — “a bag was placed over her head”; “she was struck with the hammer”, etc. — McClintic claimed to have been the one who smashed the little girl in the head until she stopped moving.
On at least three other separate occasions after Tori was abducted, McClintic was alone in the car with the couple’s prisoner.
The first was when Mr. Rafferty stopped at a Tim Hortons, not long after the abduction. They were keeping Tori hidden under his black pea jacket, lying on the rear floor, and in his brief absence, she “had kind of satten up a bit.”
When Mr. Rafferty returned to the car, he said, “What part of stay down, stay f—— covered, don’t you understand?” McClintic said.
For the first time that day, she apologized to the little girl.
Then in Guelph, Mr. Rafferty stopped to buy some Percocet painkillers. When he left the car, “I apologized for him yelling at her,” McClintic said. “She asked me what was wrong with him. I said he was just stressed out. She asked when she could go home, and I said soon. I said I wasn’t going to let anything happen to her.”
The third time she was left alone with Tori was when Mr. Rafferty stopped at a gas station to use the ATM, preparatory to the next stop, when McClintic was to buy a hammer and garbage bags.
While he was gone, she told Tori “I had to go to a store, and she told me not to leave. She said she didn’t want to be alone with him.”
McClintic left her anyway, went into a Home Depot and bought what he’d told her to get.
Though she told Mr. Gowdey they didn’t directly discuss what the hammer or bags would be used for, she said Mr. Rafferty had dropped some whopping clues.
Once, while they were still on the highway, he told her, “We can’t just keep her and we can’t take her back.” And at another point, he told her, “You know I’m going to f— her, right?”
She tried to ignore the remarks, she said, explaining that “I experienced my own traumas and I didn’t want to acknowledge that.”
This was the curious pattern of her relationship — if the term can be applied to what these two had — with Mr. Rafferty. They met at a pizza joint in Woodstock. He described her to a friend he was talking to on the phone as “this pretty little number here”; that melted her heart such that within an hour or so, they were in the country, having sex in his car.
They were both using Oxycontin — she injected vast amounts; he just popped the pills — and she often made the arrangements. Their one date consisted of going to a movie and, finding the theatre empty, having sex there.
She ignored the bad signs — his alleged talk about kidnapping someone, how when they’d drive by schools, he’d purportedly say, “it would be so easy to do this” — because, she said, if she just looked at the good things about him, compared to most of her previous boyfriends, he was a winner.
That day, Mr. Rafferty unexpectedly picked her up and they ended up parked near Oliver Stephens Public School.
“Are you going to do it?” he asked.
“Do what?” she said. He replied, she said, “See, I knew it, I knew you were all talk, no action.”
She knew then what he meant. She got defensive. “I never said I wouldn’t do it,” she said.
She hopped out of the car. “Just talk about dogs or candy,” he advised.
“He told me he wanted a young female because the younger they were, the easier they were to manipulate.”
She sidled up to Tori, “the only one that was alone,” and as they talked about dogs and crossed the street from the little girl’s school, Tori Stafford grabbed her hand, and when they got to the car, McClintic “opened the back door to show her the dog that wasn’t.”
After all, any sacrifice so, as she once put it, she could “finally have a good man in my life.”

11 comments:

  1. I can hardly bear readIng this... so fucking awful.

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  2. Undeniably awful... Also more than a little frightening that all this wretchedness was kept from the public record like a dirty secret for more than two years; all in the interest of ensuring a "fair" trial for Rafferty, complete with unbiased jurors.

    Strange as it may sound, I harbour more hatred than McClintic than for Rafferty; she knew what he was, what he was going to do that little girl, and she not only let him do it but actively took part -- because she wanted a boyfriend.

    *Pukes*

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  3. Christie Blatchford's columns on trials of this sort are always particularly devastating in that they relay the emotional experience of having to sit in that court room and observe almost too well...

    She covered the Bernardo/Homolka clusterfuck, as well, and hers were some of my favourite pieces. Homolka's mother apparently called her Christie "Bitchford" because of all the scathing articles she wrote about her daughter (is if it's possible to say only nice things about a despicable creature like that).

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  4. as if it's possible... WHY is there no "edit comment" feature? Would be a nice touch!

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  5. cuz blahhger never wants to make things TOO easy for yoo.

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  6. I don't want to complain too too much about Blazzzzzzzzzzer, as it's infinitely better than the crappy Yuku forum I was previously using to warehouse this stuff. I've never really been a fan of the forum concept; why use early-era web technology when there are so many other (better) options?

    Holy geek-talk, Batdew :)

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  7. Haha... to the Batcave, Catmew!

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  8. After what i have read in this article and some others in different places about the german cannibal or karla Homolka,i keep asking my self how those people had th will and the strength to commit what they committed of such ruthless despicable vicious acts satisfying their hunger for killing, therstiness for blood and torturing. having at least no any lower sense of humanity, they took all these lives in a cold blood, and after all of this, we deem as if their acts refer to how mentally and psychopathic those killers are,while the truth is that they are not.

    Sometimes i thank JESUS that i live in the eastern world specifically in the hashemite kingdom of Jordan where whatsoever criminality has peaked and reached the edges, still, will not be compared to that in the western world, especially in the USA.

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  9. ...your a fuckin idiot, thats all...kkthanksbuhbye

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  10. Anonymous is right, the Western world is way too lenient on violent crime. Wasting millions of dollars of taxpayer's money incarcerating the defunct, the damaged, the lowest of the low, predators who prey on the innocent. I have much respect for countries like Singapore who don't fuck around when it comes to violent crime. At least they are trying to keep their citizens safe.

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