The same goes for the individual who witnessed something going on that evening in a car parked in the overflow lot where Morgan’s Pocketbook and cell phone were later found. That the FBI arrange for these witnesses to work with one of our countrys top Forensic Hypnotists, in hopes that something so important as a complete license plate number be recalled.

Also, Darrell Rice has an alibi for Harrington — he was in prison this time, couldn’t have been Harrington’s killer:
http://www.readthehook.com/blog/index.php/2009/11/25/re-released-darrell-rice-readies-for-freedom/

And of course this guy has an alibi — he’s dead:
http://crimeshadows.com/nicholaou.htm

Did you read that her parents thought her case seemed related to the Colonial Parkway murders? Here’s some intersting reading on that case, including some guy who killed a lady from Maryland along Route 29 before — look at the composite sketch, that face sort of looks familiar, but he’d be older now…
http://74.125.155.132/search?q=cache:http://labyrinth13.com/mirror/VirginiaMurders/index.htm

I drove a delivery van in nyc soon after this play was written. One of our largest accounts was with a company called “Greater New York Home Therapeutics.” It was usually an early evening series of runs. In most cases, it was to deliver IV bags of fluid to people who had been sent home to die. Although I do not know the personal specifics of every person I delivered to – I recall some details like it was yesterday..

They were almost exclusively young white men. Way over 90%. They lived in very gay areas of Manhattan and Long Island City. A few in Brooklyn also. Mostly in the Village, lower east side, alphabet city. It was clear, and well known among my co-workers – that these men were dying of AIDS. Some even told us. At the time, it was terrifying. Much was still unknown about the disease. These guys were usually walking, talking skeletons with skin by the time we met them. I was probably the last person many of these guys ever saw. There weren’t any long term customers. Some were so weak, they left their doors open 24/7 (in NYC!). But they had nothing to worry about. Almost nobody wanted to come anywhere near them. Some of my co workers quit.

I can recall that very, very, few of them had family or friends around them lying in bed with the door open. Even my parents were worried at the time that I was taking signed delivery receipts back from them and putting them into my pockets. It was a scary time where we really didn’t know much. Indeed, many people died back then because the government and the red cross kept telling everyone the blood supply was safe. It wasn’t. I remember when Ryan White died. But he was white, Ashley. How disappointing, huh? Maybe they should cast a black kid in a play about him just so you and yours won’t be outraged.

Ashley, you know NOTHING of that time and place in history. And that you would wander on here all this time later in central Virginia and try to inject your brainwashed, politically correct, naive, racist clap trap regarding a play put on by a local theater trying to remind people what it was like is simply astonishing.

White people dying slow, miserable deaths actually mater too, Ashley. And maybe there weren’t that many minorities auditioning. Whichever is the case, it’s irrelevant. I heard whites will soon be the minority in America anyway. But you’re not going to write any juvenile articles like this if they don’t get parts in plays then – now are you, Ashley? Indeed, you will probably wised up and matured by then. For now, you are stuck in this PC cult at UVA.

I’ve said it before.. The education that these kids are getting at UVA must be really pathetic.