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Letter from
Wilfred Hathway
I have voluntarily
removed the name of the operative until the issue can be addressed
in court, Tuesday morning. I arrived at this agreement during
a telephone conversation with undercover RCMP legal counsel Jeffrey
Hayes who will serve me with the appropriate documents to appear
in provincial court Tuesday morning at the beginning of the evidence
hearing for Wilf Hathway.
I have changed
the operative's name to Martin until this matter is resolved.--Sheila
Steele>
June 2, 2005
Hello,
It has come to my attention
that you may be forming an "interest" in the circumstances
of my past. If so, I thank you for your interest and any inquiries
you may have or may plan on making into this matter.
Being charged with murder is
something I daresay, most of us are ill equipped to deal with
financially, emotionally and mentally. The thought of spending
the next 25 years in prison is excruciatingly painful on many
levels, and by far, my estrangement from my daughter is the most
unconscionable. I have already missed her 3rd year and my trauma
runs deep.
I am totally innocent of the
heinous act of the murder, which took Denver Crawford's life
in 1998, and there is absolutely zero credible inculpatory evidence
of my guilt!
1998:
I lived in the upper room suite
of a three story "A" frame. The two tenants on the
middle floor had introduced me to Denver, who owned the house
and lived on the main floor.
I had met the second floor
tenants in Alcoholic's Anonymous, a recovery program that I had
been heavily involved in up until a few months prior to Denver's
murder. At that time, February of 1998, I had returned to sporadic
drinking and by May 1st, I checked myself into a local detox
center, as I knew I was in alcoholic trouble.
The second floor tenants understandably
wished me and my "problem" to go away and influenced
the landlord to proceed with evicting me. I agreed in principle
with their efforts and made arrangements with Denver to vacate
the premises by the end of May.
I returned from the detox center
on May 10th, 1998 and unfortunately felt compelled, or made the
foolish decision to resume drinking and swallowing prescription
medications (Xanax, a potent benzodiazapine) The second floor
tenants called for my immediate eviction and a date of May 14th,
1998 was set with the rentalsman, to effect this eviction. I
met with the rentalsman and Denver and to the best of my knowledge;
we discussed my moving out at the end of May.
On Wednesday May 12th, 1998
in the evening, I had a prescription for 30 Xanax pills and was
in a local bar drinking. An ex-girlfriend recalls I was "too
drunk to talk" I left the bar at approximately 1:00 a.m.
"falling" into a cab and when let out at my home, was
seen to "stagger" up the front steps, "barely
able to walk".
Statements by the ex-girlfriend,
the cab driver and second floor tenant Patrick Nippi, all paint
a picture of a "severely" intoxicated man. Patrick
Nippi further states that I entered 323-9th street east, went
immediately up to my suite and no more noise was heard upstairs
or down for the rest of the evening, until the morning.
Around 5:00 a.m. on May 13th, 1998 Wally Dion, the second floor
tenant, states that he heard me rising and that I went downstairs.
He further states this was a usual habit of mine, as I would
go outside to smoke early in the morning, as per house rules.
My memory of Tuesday night is non-existent, and my memory of
Wednesday morning is equally lost to me.
I found Denver's door ajar
sometime after 5:00 a.m. (presumably on my way back into the
house after my cigarette) and I approached Denver's suite. I
found Denver lying on the floor, just inside the door with obvious
assaults to the face and neck area and dried blood and congealed
blood surrounding his head and face. I dared to step inside the
suite for a closer look. At that time, (according to the statement
I made to police later), I took the remains of a mickey bottle
of Rum off of Denver's dining room table and went up to my suite
and called 911. At that time I believe I swallowed the remaining
pills I had picked up the previous night.
The police and medical people
arrived and both the second floor tenants as well as myself were
taken to the S.P.S. for questioning. We were all read our rights;
however, my interview was the only one that was recorded. I gave
no inculpatory statements, stating only that Denver was a good
man and I had no idea who could have done this.
No physical evidence linking
me to this crime has ever been located, no weapon was ever found,
no witnesses saw the murder or any subsequent proceedings stemming
from the murder. For whatever reasons the S.P.S. decided I was
the prime and only suspect. Brian Dueck (malicious investigator),
decided I was a murderer!
Sgts. Glen and Read of the
S.P.S. firmly believed I was guilty in spite of statements as
to my incapacity on the night in question. I was wearing the
same clothing on Tuesday night as I was wearing Wednesday morning
when the police arrived on the scene.
The case did not offer up any
evidence against anyone and nobody was charged. Glen and Read,
believing in my guilt, approached my father, a retired physician
of measurable credibility, and told him they had "credible"
evidence to suggest I was planning on murdering him and my then
alive mother. This act of extortion, to this day, has never been
disclosed by the S.P.S. and their credible source, never revealed.
This was the first blatantly malicious act of the S.P.S.
Sometime later, after serving
a short sentence for alcohol related offenses, I was released
from the Saskatoon Correctional Centre. Upon my release, I was
arrested on municipal ticket violations and brought to the S.P.S.
where malicious investigator Brian Dueck told me that he was
going to get me no matter what! (For the murder of Denver.)
During my incarceration of
the previous few months, Sgt.'s Glen and Read had visited me
at the Correctional Centre to inform me that they "knew"
I had murdered Denver. At that time, I invoked my right to remain
silent on that matter, but not before I offered to take a polygraph.
That visit has never been disclosed by the S.P.S. Brian Dueck
persisted however, when he authorized an extraordinarily expensive
contract to be paid to the R.C.M.P. "E" division, in
return for a confession! The R.C.M.P. website indicates they
are professionals at the task one of their finest, Al Haslett,
has been quoted as saying "Our scenarios are so effective,
we can sting anyone." One can only imagine how Milgaard,
Morin and Sophonow might feel about that!
December 2003:
The S.P.S. sends Sgt. Yonkman
and Faber out to Kamloops, where I was living, to do a profile
on me with the help of the R.C.M.P. They found that I spent most
of my time with my daughter, when I wasn't working out at the
Y.M.C.A., performing janitorial duties, or attending school.
(I was completing a B/A in Psychology.)
The sting consisted of 3 ?
months of consecutive weekends, whereby I was placed into a sophisticated
series of "scenarios". The object of the sting was
to give Brian Dueck his "confession". I was hired by
R.C.M.P. Cst. Martin to drive cars for him as he informed me
he was a car broker. The money was far better than my janitorial
work and he allowed me the luxury of working around my custody
schedule. (I had ? custody of my daughter with my weekends free.)
Some weeks into the sting,
I quit my legitimate job at about the same time Martin informed
me he was a member of a criminal organization and asked if I
would still be interested in moving vehicles and perhaps a suitcase
or two on the greyhound. Foolishly, I agreed.
The first two months working
for Martin there were no conversations that were taped; however
it is later disclosed that Martin notes claim I state I had killed
a man first, a few years ago, 4 years ago and that I hadn't been
in Saskatoon for about 5 years. That I had killed a man 6 years
ago in Saskatoon.
The disclosure further shows
that on March 9th, 2003, Sgt. Yonkman secured a warrant to intercept
conversations between Martin and myself and for the next 1-?
months, several conversations (lengthy) are recorded between
Martin and myself. At no time on any of those tapes, do I admit
to killing anyone.
The R.C.M.P. presumably frustrated
with their lack of evidence gathered, send the "real"
R.C.M.P. to my house. This visit has not been disclosed. The
R.C.M.P. state that there is a Sgt. Yonkman in Saskatoon who
may want my DNA and that the S.P.S. wanted to verify where I
lived. I said I would comply and that I wasn't moving anywhere.
I then told Martin about their
visit and he feigned being upset, lest I had some "heat"
on me from this '98 murder. I told Martin the truth, that I had
only been a suspect and not to worry: no guilt, no heat! Shortly
thereafter the sting progressed and began to take shape. The
scenarios of the crimes increased, midnight runs of supposedly
smuggled guns from the U.S.A. (Automatic weapons.), an abduction
of a women and death threats to her, her partner and their child,
if they didn't "pay-up". Counting of $180,000.00 at
one sitting, sales of 100 credit cards as well as various other
crimes.
In one scenario Martin and
I are going to meet the Big Boss at Hy's Steak House in Calgary,
Alberta and the "bodyguard" intercepts us, allows Martin
into restaurant however stalls me and takes me to the bar for
a beer. (The message was clear, you're not allowed to identify
the "Big Boss".) Also at this time, Martin (off tape)
refers constantly to how people "disappear" if they
"cross the family!"
It is also made very clear
to me that I had met too many of the "crime family"
and was in too deep to just walk away. I did however feel and
had planned to do just that. After seeing Martin abduct the women
and after he had told me that he had murdered people before.
I somehow felt that if I had full custody of my daughter, I could
just walk away.
At this time, (obviously off
tape), Martin (around the mid April period) tells me "Hey,
I was having a few drinks with the Boss and for whatever reason,
I told him you were good for that thing in '98 that the cops
visited you about." Martin claimed that he said this to
the Big Boss to:
Make Martin look good for recruiting
me.
Make me look good for getting away with murder.
Martin then states, "So
if and when you meet the "Big Boss", "square the
story that you were good for the '98 thing and we'll just carry
on." SQUARE THE STORY!!! Also at that time a "big scene"
of $20,000.00 was being offered to me simply to drive a vehicle
from Vancouver to Montreal to be followed by a lavish Mexican
vacation!
I had decided that I would
postpone getting out of this organization until after the "big
score" at which time I would coordinate my plans to take
my masters degree in psychology as my G.P.A. was sufficiently
high to do so and I had glowing references from my professors.
On May 1st Martin and I were
returning from Vancouver Island to Vancouver and he staged a
call whereby apparently the "big boss" wanted to "interview"
me to see if I'm o.k. for the big score. Martin reminds me to
"square" the story.
In the afternoon of May 1st,
2004 I am taken to the Fairmont Hotel, strip-searched, told where
to sit, and I am to meet the "big boss" who dismisses
his bodyguard and Martin. The interview is taped, I "square
the story" stating that I was "good" for the 1998
murder of Denver Crawford. Although the "big boss"
asks about all sorts of details about the crime, the best I can
do is give him a completely fabricated, off the top of my head,
story. A totally false story!
The details that I supply the
R.C.M.P., the details the S.P.S. has paid for, are totally and
unequivocally false when compared to the findings of the original
investigation. The so called "confession" is not an
admission of guilt but a directed, extorted, enticed and totally
false rendition of what happened to Denver Crawford in 1998.
I was arrested shortly thereafter,
and brought to Saskatoon where I met Yonkman who asked me if
I had discussed 1998 with anyone. I said I had, but upon threat
of death. (I made this statement to Yonkman without any knowledge
of Martin etc, being involved in an undercover operation wherein
I was the target.)
As it turns out the first lawyer
I contacted had previously however unsuccessfully defended Jean
Aubee` who was the target of this same type of "sting"
by the same officers. By chance I also had the dubious honor
of hearing from former member of parliament Morris Bodner, who
told me and I quote, "These guys put innocent men away for
life." Upon hearing this I then told him that he had just
got himself a front row ticket to my trial. He said, "no
problem, I've got the case right in my office."
I finally ended up contacting
injusticebusters.com and through Sheila Steele I was put in touch
with Richard Klassen and Angela Geworsky. They (injusticebusters)
instructed me to hire Robert Borden, who now acts as my councel
on record. Richard, Angela and Sheila are working tirelessly
to provide a useful organization to all the evidence, to Robert
Borden.
I've been incarcerated for
over a year, I still don't have a preliminary hearing date set,
and the crown (Brent Klause) has not disclosed much of what shall
be needed to show this community that Denver Crawford's murder
is no closer to being solved today, than it was in 1998. If anything,
it has eliminated a possible suspect, that being myself. This
case is a clear and present example of a malicious prosecution,
plain and simple.
Wilfred Hathway.
This letter is an 18 page
handwritten letter from Wilfred Hathway. It has been typed for
ease in readability.
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Truth can never be
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