Carl Drew's Blind Justice

"I never really knew Carl Davis. I never wished to. We did hang out at some of the same bars, such as Charlie’s Café and The Pier 14, but we didn’t really talk. He was a drug user and I never really cared to have them kinds around me. If we did acknowledge each other, it was to say hello in passing.

One night, at Pier 14, Davis got into a fight where he was messing some guy up, big time. I stepped in to stop that fight. Little did I know, Carl Davis had robbed that guy. I didn’t know this until the next day, when I was told the police were looking for me! For robbing this guy with Carl Davis! I was picked up, booked, and given a court date. I knew I had nothing to worry about; this guy would tell the truth when we went to court. That’s exactly what happened. The charges against me were dropped.

I never spoke to Davis again. Until one night, I believe February 8, I was outside Pier 14 smoking a joint when Davis, also smoking, stood beside me. For a few minutes we exchanged small talk. Street talk. The conversation was broken up when Carol Fletcher, one of the girls that worked for Davis, drove by. Someone I believe to have been Karen Marsden was in the car with her. Davis waved Carol down. He went off down Bedford St. after the car.  That was the last time I saw Carl Davis that night.

The next time I would see Davis would be in the New Bedford House of Corrections. Davis told me he was being set up for the murder of Karen Marsden. I told him the same thing. I believed Davis, like me, was being set up.  Davis had me fooled, big time.

 While in the House of Corrections, Davis handed me something to read. Something that blew me away. It was a statement he planned on giving to the prosecutor, a confession to his part in the murder of Karen Marsden. How he helped Robin Murphy dispose of the poor girl’s body and put her stuff in the woods. I was the one who had been set up.

I tried to get the C.O. to make a copy but was told the jail didn’t have a copier. I ended up giving it back to Davis. Davis did show it to another inmate. A guy named Ray B---. I asked if he would give a statement and he said yes. He gave Attorney Birkness, his statement. When I asked if he gave his statement to the prosecutor, Davis said he gave it to his lawyer. After reading the statement his lawyer told Davis, if he went through with this, he would take all his father’s money and walk away from his case. He would no longer represent him. So, Carl Davis’s letter never made it to the prosecution.

After all this, I kept an eye on Davis, big time. I even had other inmates watching him. They would tell me Davis would have small fires in his room. He would talk into the fire. One day, while in the showers, I noticed Davis had a tattoo on his leg. It was a person with a horned goat’s head. It was sitting on a thrown with the devil’s star. I had never noticed it before. I never knew he was into that stuff.

Carl Davis’s attorney succeeded in separating his trial from mine. That was part of their plan all along. They had others to help them. A phone conversation with Carol Fletcher was set up and taped. Fletcher stated she lied about the whole thing and in doing so helped Carl Davis. I learned of this after he was set free.

I had my attorney call Davis as a witness. We wanted him to talk about his written statement but when he entered the court room, he pleaded the 5th. See, this was part of the deal he made with the prosecution, Pina and Waxler. If he didn’t take the stand during my trial, they would see to it Davis got bail. A week after his bail was set at $5,000. Davis went free.

His father was able to buy him out of another case, in Plymouth County. He was to stand trial for almost killing a guy with an axe. Davis did 60 days. Daddy was some kind of big shot politician. A selectman, I believe. He was always getting Davis out of trouble.

Once Davis’s father paid his $5,000 bail, what did Davis do? The same day he was released he went with a dagger in hand to the home of three-month pregnant Maureen “Sunny” Sparda with the intent to kill her. Davis pummeled her with his fists and kicked her with his combat boots. He plunged his dagger into Sparda’s head while repeating, “I know Robin told you it was me, NOT CARL DREW!” Davis told Sparda he would kill her before he went back to jail. Sparda’s neighbor heard the commotion and came out of his apartment to see what was going on. Unbeknownst to him, he was walking into the hands of a murderer. The neighbor tried to help Sparda and for do so, Davis cut off the neighbor’s hand.

While supposedly still waiting trial for the Cult Murders, Davis found himself with these new offenses.  For his violent assault on Sparda, thanks to his father’s money and influence (two things I do not have) Davis received a five-to-seven-year sentence.

In 2002 Carl Davis was found dead in the bathroom of a bus stop in Fall River, MA. As I said earlier, Davis loved his dope. I guess someone had given him a “hot shot” of bad drugs. I was told in a letter by this lady, Sue Fisher, who claimed to be with him that night that Davis kept telling her how he felt bad about me doing all this time for his crime. A crime he helped set me up for."

                                               

 -Carl Drew