Nathan D. King was part of the Livingston, Texas community when he died at the age of 37 in 2015. He was also part of a close family, and his mother, Mrs. Timmie King, has plenty of memories, such as how much he loved her cooking, animals, football, and , of course, his three children.
Maria Anna describes what happened while her son was held pretrial in a county jail: the effects on him and her family. She speaks of how important it is for people to tell their stories and invites everybody to join in telling Jailhouse Stories.
When Brenda Martin recalls how her only child’s life came to an end at the age of 37, she knows there was not one isolated event that caused his early demise. But she’s convinced that although he didn’t die in custody, the 73 days he spent in Caldwell County jail directly contributed to his death.
Robert Rowan was born Aug 27, 1987, and he was a great man. He loved his family with all his heart. He loved to be out on the boat with his cousin William. He enjoyed working on cars, riding dirt bikes, riding back roads, having a cold beer and just enjoying life.
There is not a day that goes by that we don’t think about Robert.
His death was something that should not have happened.
I have been fighting for justice for my younger brother since he passed away in 2012 [in the Bexar County Jail]. Tommy was a shy, but friendly, outgoing person, filled with more love and kindness than anyone I have ever met. Oh, how his smile was infectious and his laugh was always sincere and contagious! Tommy worked as an electrician for over 8 years, as well as helping out friends and family with anything they might need. His daughter was 3 years old when he passed away—she has his smile and his personality and that keeps his memory alive.
I’m James Bernard, a pastor and a disabled veteran. I was jailed on a warrant by the Judge on a probation revocation due to a failed urinalysis. Although I had provided my probation officer a letter from my doctor stating what medication I took–Phenobarbital—and that it was necessary for seizures, the officer failed to turn
From his wife and the mother of his little girl: “Miss and love ya! Greg was a good friend, a loving father, a talented surfer, painter, and had a heart of gold. My husband battled mental health issues and as we all know Texas cut the budget for mental health a huge amount…”
The sister of James “Hank” Hankins misses her brother terribly. Here is her written version of his life story, from the time of his birth in 1958 in Hugo, Oklahoma, to the premature and sudden end of his life this year in Texarkana. The family plans to create a memorial garden and his scholarship fund in his honor. They don’t want to focus on the Bowie County authorities who seemed to have ignored his illlness and suffering. Instead they want to point out the value of Hank’s life and the great affection many people felt toward him. RIP Hank. We won’t forget you.
I panicked one day when the police came knocking on my door. I pretended not to be home, but they knew that I was. I decided that this was it; my life was a mess and I couldn’t trust anyone. So, hoping to die, I turned on my stove, placed an unused aerosol can into the flames and waited for it to explode, thinking that I would explode along with it. It did explode, but instead of killing me, it ignited my cabinets. I ran out of the apartment unharmed, but the entire apartment burned down. I told God that I was sorry and that I would never try anything like that again. Soon the police carried me away by my arms and pushed me into an EMS vehicle. They asked me if I needed medical attention to which I shook my head, “no.” I did not trust these people and I did not want them to touch me in any way.
IN HONOR OF MOTHER’S DAY, HERE IS A TRIBUTE BY LACEY, DAUGHTER OF AMY LYNN:
Tomorrow will be the second Mother’s Day spent without my beautiful Mama. There hasn’t been a day yet that I didn’t think about her and the wonderful memories she left behind. She was a beautiful person with a good heart and the best of intentions. If I knew then what I know now, I would’ve thanked her for the life she blessed me with as well as the unconditional love she had for me, my brother, and my sister. We miss you so much, Mom… I know if you were alive now, you’d be proud. With the love and support of each other… we’ve grown up alot. I just wish you were here to see…. I love you, and I know in my heart… I’ll see your beautiful face again oneday. ♥