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in october of 1956, my twelve-year-old newly adopted orphan babysitter, janet cash and I were staying the night alone on my uncles northern California ranch. During the night, we were attacked by three men, two of them were us navy sailors. Janet was beaten and gang raped by the three men throughout the night, and I was tortured and assaulted. In the morning, janet was taken to an area called the flats and viciously murdered by the two us navy sailors. They then buried janet in a clandestine grave on my uncle’s ranch. For over twenty-five years, I have been looking for janet. I haven’t found her yet, but I have found two major news organizations and three government agencies that have conspired to cover up her disappearance, murder, and even her very existence. Throughout those years, I have been stonewalled, been refused any information that might lead me to her. But in spite of their efforts, I have gathered enough proof and information to lead me to believe that my babysitter janet wasn’t just some sweet, beautiful and courageous young girl from a broken home, but quite possibly an important young girl, maybe a very important young girl, and if the right people knew about her back then, her mere existence might have changed some important people’s lives, and/or even changed history. I am determined now, more than ever to find her, and learn as much as I can about her. You see, she saved my life several times during this tragic ordeal, so I owe her my life, and I feel that finding her is the very least I can do to repay her, and exposing the truth about what happened to her is just as important. I believe that the path to the truth to this tragic mystery lies waiting in an unmarked grave, in her bones, in her DNA.

After all of the research that I have done in addition to writing this book, it makes me wonder how many other times these so-called symbols of authority lied, told untruths, or generally mislead the public and all concerned regarding murder, missing children and other terrible crimes. How hard did they really try to seek justice, look for that child, and solve that crime? Was it too expensive based on their perceived value of the victim (like my recently adopted 12 year orphan babysitter), were they protecting someone, or were they just too stupid to do the job? I wonder how many kids might have been found and/or would have been found if not for the deceit and/or performance of these so-called symbols of authority.

We have all had the opportunity to see firsthand the ineptitude and incompetence of law enforcement when they recently excavated the remains of the victims of the speed freak killers in Calaveras County. The way they exhumed the remains with tractors and stockpiled the excavated soil and remains reminded me of a bunch of kids playing in a sandbox. This was either the result of economics (which should never be a factor when it comes to justice as guaranteed by our Constitution). Or was it blatant ignorance. They could have and should have provided shoring and excavated the remains using forensic archaeologists in order to preserve all aspects of the exhumation and investigation. This is what happens when you allow people to make decisions that are obviously way above their pay-grade.

As far as what happened to my babysitter and me when it came to receiving our guaranteed justice, we were denied by those so-called symbols of authority. You know, the ones that decide who is worth bringing justice for and who is not. They are the liars, the deceivers, the betrayers of our society that make justice in America nothing but a joke. If you sing a song, are on TV, or are connected to someone with money or politics, then justice will come to you. But if you are a “nobody” with nothing, well, it’s like they say in New York “forget about it”.

Forrest Canutt