[chris]

Originally Posted by GeorgeM ↗

yeah i agree man..I would post the letter he sent to the mother of one of his victims(who was almost 8 months pregnant),describing how he cut her open and took out her baby so that she could see it before he killed them both.but i don't really think you need any further proof of jacks depravity..

No, I'm convinced, but if you want to post it, go for it, I think it benefits people to see what pure evil this man is and how unfortunately there are probably more like him that haven't been caught yet.

[GeorgeM]

Jack Trawick vs. Mary Kate Gach (Mother of Trawick's final victim - Stephanie Gach)
The following is an excerpt from an article that was originally published in the Birmingham Post-Herald. I forwarded this excerpt to Trawick. Following the excerpt you can read his response to Ms. Mary Kate Gach.

'She was my best friend'

Speaking for the victims

Mary Kate Gach's daughter, Stephanie, was abducted and murdered on the night of Oct. 9, 1992, in Birmingham. Jack Trawick was sentenced to death in the case and sent to Holman Correctional Facility in Atmore. Trawick was convicted of Gach's murder and the murder of Aileen Pruitt. He confessed to killing four other women. Birmingham Post-Herald reporter Taylor Bright asked Gach about the case and the fairness of capital punishment in Alabama. Here's what she had to say:

"She was my best friend. She was the person who later, when people thought back, recalled she was very sensitive, humble, caring kind of person. And she just made an impact. She was very friendly.

She was the person who made friends with everybody. She really liked people a lot. She loved animals. She had her very serious side and was very much against any kind of cruelty. Whether it be against animals or people, it just seemed to get her and twist her heart, and she wanted to do something.

She had converted to Catholicism six months before her death. She had become very proactive in the pro-life thing. ... Although Steph didn't get out and march, she did stand up on University Avenue holding a banner with another person. But she hadn't really gotten into that a whole lot.

She did write letters to the Catholic newspaper and also to The Birmingham News. We've got several of those she had written — voicing her views on abortion. She was not as vocal, but she was very much against the death penalty. ...

And going back into the 80's when she and I and our family lived in Anniston, she and I did get involved with an activist group which was based in Montgomery.

It was a grass roots kind of group that would do a whole lot — and they probably still do this — go down when an execution was imminent and hold up signs in protest. We wouldn't do that, wouldn't go as far as that, but we did go to a candlelight vigil or two, something like that.

I had already been definitely against the death penalty and so it was natural that she was, too. But it had to do with her religious convictions also very much so, her reverence for life. ...

I have wondered so often, and I still do, what would she say to me now if she were here, you know, but I have turned around completely.

She's been dead almost nine years. It's been almost seven and a half since he was sentenced. ...

I believe that Jack Trawick needs to suffer. He needs to pay. We need completion of justice in our case. And the thing with (Timothy) McVeigh just brought it to the fore, more in focus for me, that even though we're taking a life, it's just really strengthened my stand. But for a few days there I was really torn up about it questioning myself, 'Can I stand this? Can I stand this?'

One thing that changed my mind in that week after McVeigh died was, I'm not going to go down there (to Atmore) and watch. You see, up until that point I had been convinced I would go down there and witness and be the last person this monster looked at.

Of course, it probably wouldn't have happened that way, but you know I was going to be there to represent my child, but I'm pretty sure now I can't handle it.

However, as I said, I've done a lot of soul searching now, and I truly believe that when Stephanie was alive and she and I were against the death penalty, we were idealistic. Of course, she was very idealistic, she was a teen. ...

I guess what I would say to people today who are against the death penalty is, 'Don't be so sure this is exactly the way it should be — that we should do away with the death penalty, because you have not been there. You have not had your child killed.'

You know, that's all I can say because you can see: I'm living proof. I completely flipped-flopped, if you want to say a 180-degrees turnaround. And a lot of people would say, 'Well, you just want vengeance,' and people who know me know I'm not like that. I want justice."

Jack Trawick's Response:

I read Ms. Mary Kate Gach's heartfelt printout on; "She Was My Best Friend" truly a touching piece of literary journalism. It kind of gets you right where you live - sort of like food poisoning. It makes you want to puke your guts up. And this is my response to: "She Was My Best Friend." The title to my response is: "The Stupidest, Misguided Bitch in all of Birmingham."

The Stupidest, Misguided Bitch in all of Birmingham

First of all - My Dear Ms. Mary Kate Gach - if darling Stephanie was truly your best friend - you need to get a better class of friends. The animal loving, anti-death penalty, anti-abortion, pro-life, fantasy you feel compelled to honor needs a reality check. Darling Stephanie was well known around Eastwood Mall for trading sex for money. She was a common parking lot whore. The really insane part? She didn't use a lot of drugs. Most of her whore money went to her drug-addicted father and sister. That's right. Your ex-husband pimped your two daughters. Living with you must have been hell on earth.

Secondly - Stop all this crap that all you want is justice. You want revenge - plain and simple. Stephanie is the only human that could stand to be around you and now that she is gone - you get what? - A ratty dog, some alley cat and a couple of insincere friends and a church that teachers you murderous revenge is acceptable. You want to hurt me. You have murder in your heart. You try to disguise those murderous feelings as a want for justice. But the truth is - you want to watch me die. You pound on your chest and scream to those who will listen: "look at what this man did to me. He took my child. He took my best friend."

First of all - Stephanie was the victim - not you. Secondly - what do you think you and your hired hangmen are purposely doing to my mother? You want my mother to feel pain. Why? She never did anything to you. Yet you demand that she be punished and call it: "a desire for justice." One thing I did for certain - I brought you down to my level.

Next - You say you are a Christian. You pretend to be a Christian each Sunday as you parade around like some love struck peacock. If you truly are a Christian (which is most doubtful) then you should be living under "the second covenant" - The New Testament. If you read from Matthew to Revelation and you can sight one reference to execution of humans for political reasons, legal reasons or for the edification of society as just or justice - I will place the lethal injection needle in my own arm and apologize to you on international TV. The reason you think that you may be unable to face me during my execution is you know it's wrong to execute people. If you truly believed in executions you would celebrate the occasion. You would be proud of it - not ashamed of it. As for seeing your face as I leave this world -- you are not that important to me. If you and I were the only two in the execution chamber my priority would not be you. Get over yourself. I know one person you will not be able to face - my mother. You will not be able to face her and say; "it's all about justice." Even a hypocrite of your stature couldn't be that bold.

God promised to protect those who are faithful and just. Why do you think an all loving, all knowing, all powerful, God would allow one of His special angels to endure what darling Stephanie endured on her final day? Simple - darling Stephanie was living outside the umbrella of God's protection. Once again - read the Bible - read The New Testament and see what is said about selling the body for dollars. How do you think Stephanie had over $300 on her at the time of her death? Her paycheck was for $97 - God will not protect those who purposely live outside of his law. And lastly - if you think you can leave this world with a murderous heart and gain God's acceptance into his eternal glory and peace - you are as stupid as you look. And you look like a retarded, homeless person addicted to crack and alcohol. Get your shit together, woman or quietly accept the consequences. You do not want to get into a pissing contest with me. If necessary - I will have every paying customer of Stephanie get on TV and the Internet and fully explain the interpersonal relationship they had with Darling Stephanie. It was decided at Stephanie's murder trial not to expose Stephanie's real occupation and the fact that her father and sister pimped her out - to help ease your pain. If I were you I would take a "be cool pill" and sit down - before Stephanie's real life becomes a model for a TV movie on HBO. Make it very clear - I will go with you toe-to-toe. The only real question is "do you want Darling Stephanie remembered as a saint or a slut?"

The best thing for you - shut your fucking, dick sucking mouth. Sit your crippled old ass down and be happy with the results you got. Remember this; once I'm executed you will have no reason to live. Stephanie's not coming back, I will not be around for hateful motivation, and your pretend friends will no longer feel the need to pamper your pathetic, lonely ass. Oh one final thought God will demand as much justice from you as me. He will not forgive those who will not forgive. Don't let your pride and pain send you to hell. You gave your own ass over to Beelzebub on October 9, 1992. Stop being a hypocrite. Stop lying to yourself and others. If you don't change the path you have chosen instead of you and Stephanie sharing a glorious eternal kingdom with the most high - it will be you and me granting Beelzebub's every wish for all eternity.

Peace be with you,

J

P.S. How does it feel to obsessively desire the death of another human? Do you think that feeling is of God or Beelzebub? You stupid, retarded, motherfucking, ugly ass, lost bitch - the world is more than just you.

Love you
The psychotic killer
Of your useless Daughter

[GeorgeM]

This a letter to another collector friend of mine.

Dear Danielle,

My outgoing mail is monitored but guess what? My next door neighbor's isn't.

First, I honestly hope that you and your daughter are enjoying life to it's fullest. I'm impressed at your respect and love for her. You're a good person, Danielle.

Now, imagine if you weren't emotionally and spiritually encumbered by love and respect for your daughter- the revenge you could exact on people who have hurt you (and just humanity in general). Every single invitation, every single aggressive feeling, every sexual taboo- yours to pick and choose. Next time you go to work or shopping or even to a church, look for that one female who is alone. Imagine her crying and begging for her life. Listening to her moans and groans of pain and fear. Sense her blood gushing from her slit throat, watching the blood as it cascades down her supple breasts- her nipples casually thrown on the floor and/or a jagged broom stick forced deeply in her love flower.

In '91 I was roaming around looking for little lost sheep whom strayed from the safety of the flock. And to my great luck and joy a 21-ish nicely figured, cutie pie appeared in the back parking lot of a large church. I thought "how delicious". A quick check of the parking lot- It was just me, her, and my building sexual excitement. I imagined what it would feel like to sexual ravish, torture and murder her. As I approached her, I noticed she was cute but pregnant. My over-excited preditor instinct didn't care that she was pregnant. My lust to sexually violate her, torture her and watch her die was too great.

As she walked through the parking lot, I slowly and stealthily pulled up next to her in my van. She wan't more than 6" away from the driver's window when I pulled a gun on her. Without me saying a word, she said "I'll do anything you want. I'm pregnant, please don't hurt me." I assured her that no physical harm would come to her if she did exactly as I said. (I, of course, knew within a few hours her nude, bloody, sexually abused body would be in a ditch somwehere. But it was easier for me if she remained submissive.)

In the back of my van I had her lay on her stomach. With my right hand full of her hair, I pulled her head back as far as possible. With my left hand clampted around her windpipe, I explained "The only way to live through this is to do exactly as I say; Rule #1 Remain quiet. If I hear you breathing I will kill you. Rule #2 Do not resist me at all. If you are planning on any resistance just let me kill you now and save us both problems and time. Rule #3 If I ask you a question, you are to reply with "Mr Rapist, I am your slave." When I asked her if she understood she just said "Yes." Still having a hand full of hair, I beat her head against the floor of the van until I heard "Mr Rapist, I'm your slave."

My van was an older Chevy conversion. (I think that's what he wrote) (One of those fancy types). But I had stripped everything out of it except the carpet and the front seats. That left the seat belts anchors in the floor. I bolted the end of a chain to one of the anchors. I had enought slack in the chain to go across the van and padlock it to the opposite seat belt anchor. I wrapped a loop of chain around this cutie pie's neck, and padlocked her in place. And off I went to find an isolated spot to enjoy all of this cutie pie's femininty (I quickly found the perfect spot).

Even though I had told her not to- once I stopped I could hear her whimpering, crying and praying. I pretended to be extremely angry, but the truth was- her crys (his spelling) her prayers were a complete turn-on.

She was wearing some cute designer overalls. Using a knife I cut the top straps and pulled her overalls and tennis shoes and socks off. Her well rounded derriere covered in a tight fitting pair of nylon, bikini panties and her shapely upper thighs were pure eye candy. Her bra straps cut easily and I tied her hands behind her using the legs from a pair of pantyhose from a prior victim. I fondled her legs and butt. I licked and kissed her bare back and neck- occasionally banging her head on the floor.

Once secured- I wanted to lick and kiss her supple breasts, suck her grape-sized deep crimson nipples- I wanted to taste the softenss, the saltiness, and feel the warmth of her clit and love flower. So, I flipped her over. Sure enough she was pregnant. After a half hour or so of really concentrated fore-play- with the occasional slap, bite, some false strangulation, it was time to see if this ole gal was worth my efforts. I explained to her (pardon my french) "My hard dick may damage your baby. My knife will, no doubt, damage your baby. I will be sticking one of them in you- which will it be." As she spread her legs and picked her knees up she said "Mr Rapist, I'm your sex slave. Take me."

Well- I'm not a slobbish pig. I did as she asked. Eventually her legs were up over my shoulders. Soon her knees were next to her ears as I forced my way deeper and deeper into her love flower. With each tremendous down stroke, blood, mucus, spit and air exploded out of her nose and mouth.

As I felt myself cumming, I reached down and wrapped my hands around her throat. I started squeezing. Her face turned bright red and her eyes- now turning purple because ruptured blood vessels, bulged out. She was dieing (his spelling) and she knew it. Suddenly I felt the extreme physical pleasure of an explosive orgasm. The warm, satisfying, feeling was so good I stopped strangling her. Temporarily exhausted I just collapsed on top of her. Laying there I thought "Before I kill her- maybe she would like to see her baby." So, once I recovered some of my strength- with the precision of a surgeon I opened up her belly- from just below her swollened, bruised, bitten titts, to the top of her pubic area. Before I slit her throat- she got to see her baby girl. I, of course, will never know if she was mentally aware enough to have noticed her girl child. But I tried.

Danny, I have a couple of questions for you. Never feel obligated to answer any question I ask. Never answer any quetions you feel uncomfortable with. You and I are friends- Not preditor/prey.

1. What kind of panties do you normally wear?
2. Do you enjoy any type of oral sex? (I think that's what he wrote)
3. On cold, lonely nigts do you masturbate?
4. If you and I were living together and I brought home some rich bitch cutie pie, would we share her?

Anyway, hang in there- and let's be #1 pen pals. If I ever offend you, just correct me.

Your Psychotic Bama Pen Pal

[kellyhound]

Yep a true sicko

[güttsfükk]

what was the first post that's been removed by photo bucket?

[GeorgeM]

Originally Posted by parasyte ↗

what was the first post that's been removed by photo bucket?

It was just a drawing of some dead girl.That he did.

i hate photobucket..

[Agent of reality]

It shouldn't be called death PENALTY, since it's no punishment. It's more of a disposal thing. I do support "death penalty" though. Most people not supporting it goes with the claim they have to live with their crime for the rest of their lives. If they're psychopaths they don't regret it. The memory of it excites them, I guess.

[güttsfükk]

i just see the death of the killer as the killer's family being punished not the killer

[chris]

You can upload the images here, if you want to protect them, just place a watermark with your name on them or something.. PB will just keep deleting shit..

[khaosindu]

OMG WOW, he really is a sick person..