A MOTHER'S APPEAL



Debbie's mother, Renate Janka


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For more than eight years, my husband and I have shared with my daughter, Debra Jean Milke, a nightmare that is simply indescribable and incomprehensible to any normal and law abiding citizen, here and abroad.

When I first heard of my grandson Christopher's disappearance, the entire family, on both continents, were in shock and were fearful of a kidnapping. There were speculations that perhaps Debra's ex-husband, who had to spend most of his son's four short years of life in prison because of his drug and alcohol addiction, may have abducted Christopher. In his spaced out moments, which were predominant in his life since early youth (according to his father) he had threatened to do just that on numerous occasions. However, Debbie and MARK had agreed to liberal, although supervised, visitation rights to ensure that Christopher would not be exposed to a drug environment when MARK suffered relapses. Despite his serious problems, MARK loved his son and I would have found it hard to believe that he would be capable of such a crime.

I talked to Debbie on the phone, who was absolutely hysterical, trying to find a way to calm her down to some degree. It was I who told her to tell the police everything she could possibly think of to help them find Christopher. I talked to the policemen in her apartment myself and they reassured me Debbie has been totally cooperative and that all leads are being followed, which, as I learned later, did not occur.

I was raised, and so were my daughters, to believe in the integrity of our state protective agencies.

A few hours later, I was informed that my grandson was found dead in a desert wash. I collapsed and went into total shock. The next day (for us it was in the middle of the night) my ex-husband, RICHARD SADEIK, informed me that Debra had allegedly confessed - no explanations, no details, nothing. I almost went over the brink. I flew to Phoenix on the next available plane and that's when I really thought the entire world had gone crazy. I found myself in the middle of the family of my ex-husband and a bunch of people whom I hardly knew. I found myself confronted with the round-the-clock TV coverage and print media reporting, depicting my daughter, Debra, as a depraved monster. Somewhere, in my subconscious I kept thinking they are talking about somebody else. This is certainly not the Debbie I have known all my life and, moreover, the one I had just visited a few short weeks before.

I was very disturbed over the fact that no one present - family, friends, neighbors - seemed to raise the slightest doubt about the "truths" they learned from TV. And then, there was this "confession." Everyone took Detective Saldate's word as the gospel truth, yet nobody - not even Debbie's father - ever bothered to ask to see this confession or ask how it came about. Furthermore, I was very disturbed about the fact that amongst this group of people, and especially the family, all sorts of wild speculations were voiced as to Debbie's motive. Old feelings of envy, even hatred surfaced. I felt alone, like in the middle of an ocean without a life raft. My mind just wouldn't function.

I went to the funeral service and was shocked that Debbie was not permitted to attend her son's funeral. I saw Christopher's father, dressed in white from head to toe, in obvious grief, like the rest of us present, over the brutal murder of his son. I expected a service to have my grandson's soul laid to rest and found myself in a sort of "revival jamboree" for a rehabilitated former addict, which under the circumstances I found quite distasteful by the pastor and so did many other present.

MARK MILKE had his son cremated and kept the urn. None of us will ever have the chance to mourn for Christopher at a grave side.



Mark Milke
Mark Milke


Directly after the funeral service, I went to see Detective Saldate. After a few initial words, he dismissed me with words which I will never forget : "Your daughter is guilty as hell and evil. I will make certain she'll roast and she will never see the light of day again from the outside. Ma'am, you'd do better by returning to where you came from and fast." Somehow, I got my nerve together to ask for this so-called confession and I was informed that it is police property and I cannot have access to it. I also asked who her attorney was and he either did not know or refused to tell me. The only thing I was able to accomplish was to retrieve Debbie's car (which we had just bought for her a few short weeks before).

I returned to the Sadeik property. The family's attitude then really struck me as downright sickening. It was an attitude of "relatives dividing up the personal property of someone deceased." My daughter, SANDY, immediately asked me to give her Debbie's car (in which Christopher had been driven to his execution) and my ex-husband asked me to pay for the flight tickets of SANDY and her husband, RON, back to Wyoming, for which I had to use Debbie's savings - her payments to me on the car loan! I was also asked to pay for the funeral costs. Yet I knew, my ex-husband had a term life policy on all of his children and grandchildren. Richard's wife, MAUREEN, asked me to go to Debbie's apartment to see what could be used for her own daughter, Karen. The only reason I agreed to go there with her was to retrieve Debbie's personal papers. However, they were not there any longer, not even her birth certificate. I had no clue as to what happened to the papers. I found the entire experience totally distasteful.

I cannot recall how, but I found out the name of Debra's public defender, KENNETH RAY. I called every single day I had remaining in Phoenix, but to no avail. Since I was on emergency leave from work and only had a week left, I found myself running against "walls" all the time. No one seemed to know anything. When I had to leave I begged my ex-husband and his family to get in contact with Debbie's public defender, but they never did. Apparently, to them, Debbie did not exist in their world anymore.

After I returned to Switzerland, I was heart-broken and I only existed in what I describe as a "living coma." I still had no idea what REALLY had happened, only what the media and the prosecution elected to print and broadcast. At that time, I had no communication with Debbie, because I still could not function logically and the trauma over Christopher's murder and my daughter's implication in a conspiracy was too devastating to me. It was all I could do to concentrate on my job and to try to cope with my pain in my recluse at home. Both my husband and I discussed the situation many times and all we came up with was to trust in the American judicial system. We were not financially able to hire a renowned legal team, nor were we able to be in Phoenix because of the demands of our professional lives.

In the investigative phase, I was in constant phone contact with my daughter, SANDY PICKINPAUGH. That's when the next curious things happened. My husband and I were bombarded with requests to help them financially and with strange words like, "Well, now you have only me left and I will not disappoint you, Mom, as I have done in the past." All our conversations were always laced with some hidden requests. However, whenever I asked her if she knew anything about Debbie's case, she evaded the issue. I never got any clear information from her or anyone. The only thing they sent me was what the press printed about Debbie's involvement in Christopher's murder. From our numerous phone conversations I learned that SANDY had become pregnant and that during her last week of pregnancy, Detective Saldate went to interview her in Wyoming. I couldn't understand whatever for. She told me then that if she refused to talk to him, she would be subpoenaed. I remember telling her to "let her conscience be her guide." I found it incomprehensible for SANDY to have to testify for the prosecution. She told me, "Don't worry about me, Mom. By the way, Detective Saldate wants you to contact him, because you are also going to be subpoenaed as a witness for the prosecution." Right away I said, "No way would I come to Phoenix and testify against my own daughter." Thus, I decided to remain overseas. Now, I was totally confused as to what this court system was all about. Could I be FORCED to testify against Debbie ? Was this lawful in a civilized system ? In addition, it bothered me terribly that Debbie's public defender ignored all my calls. Didn't this defense counsel want to talk to the mother of the person he was defending ? How could this be ?

After the trial, my ex-husband informed us that Debbie had been convicted and a few months later was sentenced to death. It defied everything I had ever believed in. A year later, we invited SANDY and her family to spend a vacation with us in Switzerland. During their stay and in my discussions with SANDY about Debbie and what happened to her, I noticed again this strange behavior. As long as we concentrated on her own concerns, everything was fine. If I asked about Debbie, she was evasive as before. If I persisted with my questions, SANDY'S statements were very hurtful. I still couldn't understand it. However, it started my rational thinking process going again and I became suspicious, that something terribly wrong had occurred in Debbie's case.

The same year, a long letter from Debbie finally reached me via my parents in Berlin. I must have read it ten times before it sunk into my mind what truly took place. The world collapsed around me once again. I immediately wrote her back (thirty-six typewritten pages) addressing it to her public defender to please forward it to Debbie. Four months went by and I did not hear anything at all. I then received another letter from Debbie (her last attempt to contact me as her mother). She asked why I was abandoning her when she was innocent of this crime and had lost about everything she cared for when Christopher was killed. I was outraged that KENNETH RAY did not forward my letter to her. So, I wrote to her directly, explaining what I had been told and was confronted with at the time of the crime and afterwards. We have been in close contact ever since and I started learning a lot of the details of her case.



The letter written by Debbie in 1993
Debbie's letter,
translated, from German, it reads: Grandma and grandpa,
it's not true, for my mother and Alex,
please grandma!! Please!


It was shortly after that, when a private attorney decided to take on her case, because he and all his experts were convinced that a terrible miscarriage of justice had taken place. It was also the first time that I was given the court transcripts of Debra's trial. It was clear to me then as to what took place and it was impossible for me to put into words the outrage I felt.

All these years I believed in a justice system, which was proclaimed by this country as one of the most exemplary ones in the entire world. When I faithfully took my oath of allegiance and became a naturalized citizen in 1970, I believed in the Constitution of the United States of America and its safeguards to protect individual rights regardless of religion, color, or creed.

When I read with my own eyes the Warrant for Execution where the court based their decision on a ruling that NEVER permitted the defense a hearing of the real evidence. The Post Conviction Relief Petition was discarded in December 1997 by the State Supreme Court; it was as if one begins to doubt as to what the court was ruling on. A traffic violation as opposed to a human life being at stake ? One begins to doubt what this justice system is supposed to be all about. As a citizen of this country, I cannot stand still and accept such an injustice against human rights - whether it is my own daughter or any other human being.

I decided to quit my job, thereby sacrificing my income and possible retirement benefits. I left my home and my husband to come over here to DO something. I do not know how long we can hold out financially, but this is not of the primary issue. THE ISSUE IS THAT I BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED TO DEBBIE IS AN OUTRAGE. IT IS AGAINST ALL HUMAN RIGHTS. IT IS LACED WITH POLITICS AND PERSONAL AMBITIONS OF THOSE IN CHARGE. IT IS LACED WITH FABRICATIONS AND LIES OF WITNESSES (HAVING THEIR OWN MOTIVES). IT IS A SCENARIO THAT DEFIES ANY SYSTEM OF FAIR PLAY.



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Since February of this year, I have spent four months reading through all the court records, trial transcripts, police reports, literally every shred of official documentation. I wanted to educate myself as to what took place and who said what at which time. The documents of all three cases are bound into twenty volumes and are not separated to each individual's case. Nevertheless, friends and I took the time to read it all. I have talked to numerous people, directly or indirectly involved with Debbie's case. I have followed leads of my own with people I knew from the past and those who knew Debbie and her life. I have accessed any archive I came across. I was appalled by my own findings and the negligence of Debbie's former defense counsel, as well as what this state was capable of and willing to do.

What was WRONG when a young mother, who trusted her friend, was in total denial at first to believe the story told to her that the JIM STYERS 'she knew' could not possibly have had any hand in killing her son ?
(note : in fact, as our synopsis uncovering the tactic of Phoenix police about December 3rd, 1989 shows, it's very questionable whether a pre-planning in the murder case of Christopher existed at all, or that STYERS' had any part in it)

What was WRONG for a young mother to dig her heels in and become tough and determined to forge a life for herself and her son and pursue a career which would enable her to do so and to get out from under the "environmental morass" she has been exposed to ?

What was WRONG to make arrangements with her sister to take care of the two children, when Debbie was the only one working, sometimes two jobs at a time, to make ends meet for all of them including her sister and her sister's child ?

What was WRONG with the statement that "I did not want my child to grow up to be like his father" (THE REASON SHE DIVORCED MARK MILKE), when all she had experienced, even after the divorce, was that her ex-husband was beyond reason at the time ? She did not take this step lightly, because she loved MARK MILKE. Her only and foremost concern was to extricate her son from a drug environment. MARK MILKE had made many efforts and promises to become "clean," but in those days he had not been able to manage it.

What gave this policeman (or any other) the right to take this sentence (or any other) out of context and leak it to the media in a totally distorted way ?

The murder of my grandson, Christopher, just before Christmas, outraged the nation, it outraged our family, too. But what outrages me most, is that NOBODY ever took a step to look behind the scenes or follow up any other lead in this crime. For Armando Saldate, it was his "last hurrah," because he retired from the police force with an "ironclad" case and got elected to be Constable. He claims that he has children and a family that he would do anything to protect from harm.

I would like everyone to look closely at the events surrounding my daughter's arrest, her trial, and her state appeals process. The tactics employed by the police and the courts have put my daughter on death row. There is no physical or any other real substantiation to the charges brought forth against Debbie.

Many citizens are gravely concerned about the fact that family members have testified against Debbie in such a devastating manner. The answer to these by all means valid questions can only be found in the love/hate dynamics of this family and its social history. Nobody knows them better than I do, but I would like to refrain from going deeper into this scenario at this particular time. It is too painful. Neither Debbie's father, RICHARD SADEIK and his family, nor her sister, SANDY PICKINPAUGH and her family, as well as Debbie's former friend, DOROTHY MARKWELL, were living close by or had any first-hand knowledge of her actual life and plans in those crucial days. Those who knew her best in those days did NOT crucify or even implicate her. Therefore, the testimony of the above-mentioned three people can only be regarded as plain hearsay and were founded on mere speculations AFTER the murder took place.

One of the more serious aspects in Debbie's trial are the egregious errors committed on the part of Debbie's public defender, KENNETH RAY, who allowed the State to put into evidence a tape-recording which SANDY made on the advice of her father during Detective Saldate's visit to her in Wyoming. SANDY was instructed by her father to mail this tape to him. During SANDY'S testimony, this tape became an issue of discussion. Defense Counsel either did not listen to the tape in its entirety or else he was given a damaged copy with gaps in it. Fact is that he did not object this tape to be introduced by prosecutor NOEL LEVY as Exhibit No. 145, thereby making it evidence. However, the tape was never played in open court and the jury had no knowledge of its contents. By the time SANDY'S testimony was concluded only the State knew about the contents of the original tape recording. According to press sources (who are now in possession of the original tape), it contained evidence which - had it been listened to or taken seriously by defense counsel and played in open court - would have left ample room for the defense to object to inadmissible evidence based on pure hearsay. Defense counsel's negligence to evaluate the significance of this tape and to agree to have it admitted into evidence by the prosecution without objection was absolutely improper and prejudiced his client to the utmost. HE gave the State the case.

Furthermore, it is a fact that defense counsel called NO witnesses in Debbie's behalf, including myself, despite my many tries to contact him. I have also discovered that there would have been many available, who knew Debbie well and who, to this day, keep wondering why nobody contacted them. Court records show, for instance, that at least my husband and I were listed as witnesses for various pre-trial hearings, but were never contacted or informed that such hearings took place.

If a person's rights cannot be protected by legal counsel (regardless of his professional standings), if a person's rights can be violated by bypassing proper police procedures and prosecutorial politics occur in an attempt to quiet the populace, then we find ourselves in a damaged legal system. This system allows tactics of overwhelming individuals who haven't the resources to fight back. A trustworthy justice system depends on a good check and balance system and part of that is to see that our state and local laws protect its citizens from such abuses by law endorsement agencies and officials, who we vote into office, but who choose to violate that trust. It is almost impossible not to come to the conclusion that my daughter Debbie is being sacrificed officially and publicly for a heinous crime she had nothing to do with. It would be detrimental to have to admit to another judicial error after the many that have occurred already in this state in recent years. Admittance to miscarriage of justice by one or several participants in the outcome of this controversial case is not popular anywhere, but in a high profile case as this one it means votes, careers, and personal ambitions to those who are in power to rule over life and death of an individual.

Nothing in this world can bring back what has been lost for Debbie : her only child, her young years, her possible career, or anything that a normal young adult dreams of. Debbie also lost the opportunity to share the final days of many of her loved ones : her maternal grandparents; her paternal grandmother; Christopher's grandmother, ILSE MILKE; and especially hard for Debbie was to be unable to share the final days of her father, RICHARD SADEIK, who passed away last March. This state has publicly proclaimed to eradicate the life of Debbie Milke and yet, I wonder, how many Arizonans have bothered to ask to learn the truth.

Thousands of people, here and abroad, have become very concerned as to how our police tactics and prosecutors work. According to Murder Victims Families for Reconciliation, I quote Mr. Pat Bane : "Trials are like games; the attorney who makes the best move wins and the other side loses. Wins often translate into votes and advanced careers. Our court system rewards the winners and punishes the losers, making no effort to understand or break the cycle of cause and effect that perpetuates a crime. Our mass media has immense potential to effect positive change. Instead the media too often appeal to our basest instincts, entertaining us with the prurient details of brutal crimes and trivialize human suffering."

I have studied all the legal details and I am SCARED.

MY PLEA TO EVERYONE WHO READS THIS

Read Debbie's web-site and ask yourselves the same questions :

  • Why could a police officer get away with his methods ?
  • Why did the family turn on her ?
  • Why did the court and the jury have such an easy task ?
  • Why was there no in-depth investigation ?
  • Why is it possible for the media to condemn an accused before the individual has been able to consult an attorney ?
  • Why did the defense not call any witnesses who were available to speak for Debbie ?
  • How is it possible for a state court to admit unsubstantiated evidence ?
  • Why is the word of an individual with no police record whatsoever held less credible than the word of a detective known for his numerous violations of individual's rights ?
  • Why would a judge - who by law is sworn to protect the rights of both plaintiff and defendant in an unbiased manner - bar access to the detective's professional records ?

My daughter's case, unfortunately, is not an isolated one. I can imagine that people who are not affected personally have a hard time relating to the suffering it causes. Most of us believe in our justice system, but when justice fails, you feel betrayed.

Please read Debbie's web-site in full. I would also urge any concerned citizen to make comments. I am also speaking for the many other possible "judicial victims" who have suffered as we have. It is a sad chapter in my life to experience.

My heart bleeds for what is happening here, and all I can do is to appeal to the common sense of the common people, the voters and backbone of this country, to preserve our inheritance of human rights and not let it be weakened by political power and ambitions. I do believe in justice according to our constitution, but not if certain individuals use it to their own personal advantage. It is particularly difficult to accept when the alleged killer to this day keeps claiming Debbie's innocence.

All I can say is : WAKE UP TO THE FACT THAT THIS IS NOT FICTION. IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU, YOUR LOVED ONES, A FRIEND OR A NEIGHBOR.

I APPRECIATE ANYONE WHO JOINS ME IN PRAYER FOR MY DAUGHTER AND FOR THE POWERS IN OFFICE TO DECIDE OVER LIFE AND DEATH TO SEARCH THEIR SOUL.

I also want to thank each and everyone who have taken time to support Debbie's cause. I have learned through this experience how many wonderful people are out there in this world who care.

Sincerely,

Renate Janka

Debbie


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