Monday, August 29, 2011

Susan Powell Case: Obsession Leads to Murder?

This past weekend in Washington State, law enforcement searched the home where Josh Powell and his 2 young sons now live with his father Steven Powell. Shortly after Susan Powell vanished from her Utah home is on December 6, 2009, Josh the only person of interest, lawyered up was allowed to move with the boys to his fathers home. In my expert opinion, Josh murdered her.

Over the weekend Good Morning America played an additional footage from the interview that both Josh and his father gave in a sit down interview on ABC's Night Line. I don't know what is more disturbing to me the fact that the children are with dangerous psychopaths and the state needs to remove the boys immediately. Each day those two young boys are with those men, holds the uncertainty it may be their last. You could see the pressure of Josh during the interview he was not stable. For the love of God the State of Washington needs to remove the two boys! A murder suspect, the only suspect should never be allowed to care for the kids until the matter is resolved.  Or the possibility that Susan Powell may have been kept alive for a few months before she died? After listening to the broadcast, it is not out of the realm of possibilities.

Think about this theory for a moment. Josh Powell personally serves Susan her last meal the evening of December 6, 2009 according to a witness at the home that evening. Within a few minutes Susan is suddenly very sleepy, gets up from the table, tells her friend she will see her later to finish yarning and goes off to the bedroom to sleep.

Later that night does Josh Powell carry her in the car? Does he have help? Does he meet Steven Powell also known under the name Steven Chantrey at a half way point between his Utah home and his fathers Washington Residence? Are the drugs used to sedate Susan from Steven Powell's own residence? Steven Powell was never questioned the night of Susan's disappearance because at the time he was not a suspect. And whatever evidence was available in December of 2009 likely cannot be recovered now.

So how is it that Steven Powell knew about a specific stain under a couch that a fan was blowing on in the Utah home when he answered a question for Josh back in November of 2010 during a Salt lake City interview with the Tribune? Was it because he could have actually driven to Utah? The guest at the home of the Powell's the night Susan vanished never said fans were running in the living room because the carpet was being cleaned. So how the heck does Steven Powell know this as if it were first hand knowledge?

The ABC interview clearly shows the world Steven Powell's obsession with his daughter-in-law Susan.

Consider this disturbing fact about Steven Powell's own childhood. At the age of 7 he was taken away from his own mother, whom he never saw again. Josh Powell was also at a young age taken from his own mother by Steven Powell. Susan Powell was also removed from the lives of her own children. That is a clear pattern of behavior with this entire family.

Below taken directly from Steven Powell's personal Website (A.K.A. Steve Chantrey) is he telling us perhaps where Susan could possibly be located? With vivid detail Steven Powell tells us about a trailer camp along along highway 1-90. Could this be a clue as to where Susan may be? And what ever happened to Steven Powell's own mother?

The lyrics to his "love songs" do they reflect his feelings for Susan Powell? Interesting to note a song is added to the site after Susan vanishes that frankly gives me the creeps.

Jounalist Isabelle Zehnder whom has covered this case from the beginning wrote an excellent article on the case:

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Meet Steve Chantrey

I was born in Portland, Oregon. At an early age my mother made a unilateral and secretive decision to separate from my dad, and moved with my brother, my sister and me to Chillicothe, Ohio. Pregnant at the time with my younger brother, she suffered through a miserable trip from Oregon to Ohio. My dad found us after a few months, and my parents reconciled. We returned to Portland for a while.
One of my early memories about that time in Portland is the new bright green car (I'm sorry, I never actually knew the make of the car, only the color) our family came to own. A short time after that lovely car appeared in our family, my dad drove it to Southern California to look for work in the aerospace industry. When we followed him there I was devastated to find out that he had traded in our green car as the down payment on a little house in Redondo Beach. In its place in our driveway was an old turtleback from the 1940s. Oh well.
My grandparents had preceded us to California, and were living in Santa Monica. My dad and his parents all found work at Hughes Aircraft (and probably none of them knew any more about Howard Hughes than about the man in the moon). Grandma worked in the cafeteria, Grandpa worked in production, and my dad worked in the tool crib.
In only a matter of months my dad made a unilateral and secretive decision to separate from my mom. So on a given weekend he took us to visit his parents while my mom went to spend the weekend with her aunt in Burbank. Unbeknownst to her, my grandparents had, prior to that weekend visit, transported their trailer house to Northern California, and parked it in Weed.
When we headed over to see my grandparents, and kept going north on Highway 1, something seemed amiss to me, even at seven years old. "Where is momma?" I asked. Grandma curtly replied, "You're never going to see your mother again." Of course, that was more devastating than the disappearance of the green car. My older brother, my sister and I were inconsolable. My baby brother probably just wondered what the commotion was about.
We kept driving until we reached Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. Grandma and Grandpa parked their trailer house at a trailer camp along the highway, where I-90 now runs. My dad moved to Yakima, Washington where he had found work as a district supervisor for a regional newspaper. The good news for me was that I did not have to finish the last few weeks of second grade, and the next year I started into third grade without missing a beat.
The trailer camp was surrounded by bull pines and terraced up the side of a hill. I would go up the hill and play with my friends and my brother. On one occasion I informed one of my buddies that my grandparents had kidnapped us. My brother, who overheard, reported the conversation back to my grandmother, who encouraged me to keep my mouth shut (I was lying, in her estimation) by pouring a liberal dose of cayenne pepper on my tongue and making me stand in the corner.
It was also up on that hill above the trailer terrace that I conceived my first melody and lyrics. The lyrics were truly inspired:
Cigars, cigars, Someone stole my cigars, So I called the cops To get my cigars. The cops finally came. The darned thing happened again, So I called the cops To get my cigars.
I'm not sure where the inspiration came from, since no-one in my family ever smoked cigars. And I am not sure why I remember it after all these years, or why it seemed to have such significance to me. The words are nearly meaningless, and the melody is not exactly the theme for a symphony. Maybe my seven-year-old subconscious knew more about my future vocation than I even knew for many years as an adult.
Nowadays, when I write songs I do a bit of editing. The first words that offer themselves as partners for a given melody do not always make it to the final cut.
©2005-2011 Steve Chantrey

Susan Murphy Milano is a staff member of the Institute for Relational Harm Reduction and Public Pathology Education as a educator and specialist with intimate partner violence prevention strategies directing prevention for high risk situations and cases.

 A national trainer to law enforcement, training officers, prosecutors, judges, legislators, social service providers, healthcare professionals, victim advocates and the faith based community and author.. In partnership with Management Resources Ltd. of New York addressing prevention and solutions within the community to the workplace. Host of The Susan Murphy Milano Show,"Time'sUp!" . She is a regular contributor to the nationally syndicated "The Roth Show" with Dr Laurie Roth and a co-host onCrime Wire. Susan is a contributor Time's Up! a blog which searches for solutions (SOS) for victims of crime. 

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