This afternoon I received a phone call from Lynda
Lyon. She is currently in jail, along with George Sibley,
in Opelika, Lee County, Alabama. They are charged with
capital murder. The first stories out were as tainted as
the Bob Ricks version in Waco, Texas. The second report
was based upon a very brief interview, over telephone,
with Lynda Lyon. This third report is based upon a
prepared statement, read over the phone and transcribed.
We have all thought, somewhere along the line, what we
would do if confronted by certain situations. These
"fantasies" are something that every patriot
must think about. What would happen if that
"fantasy" were to come true? How would you
react? What had you anticipated? Would you realize that
you had less time than you thought to come to terms with
the situation, and to REACT? As you read this story,
please try to place yourself in a similar situation, one
that might be predicated on your lifestyle and habits.
What would you do?
Transcribed conversation of October 25, 1993:
It must have come as a shock to everyone
who knows us, George Sibley and Lynda Lyon, to hear or
read that we had gunned down a police officer, in cold
blood. Some may have wondered if we possibly could have
done such a thing. Others would say that we would never
have done such a thing without cause. Some have already
turned their backs on us.
When George and I, along with my son,
packed the car and left Florida it was for one purpose,
to leave the dangerous and stressful situation where
arrest hung over our heads, and to give some friends some
time to prepare the paperwork we needed to file a stop
action on the judges order. These friends had volunteered
to do this, and even passed a hat for us for the filing
fees. We had expected the paperwork to be filed in three
days. It wasn't! The arrest warrant was issued and we
knew it was a matter of days, even hours. Still trusting
that the paperwork would be prepared and ready, as
promised, we intended to be gone no longer than a week.
No papers were filed, or even prepared. We realized, with
heavy hearts, that our friend's inaction had just made us
fugitives. Still George and I hoped we could still file
the paperwork ourselves, somehow. Unfortunately, we had
never planned for this contingency. We trusted to much on
the word of those who had, so casually , volunteered
their help.
For a month we stayed with some out of
state friends, or in cheap motels, while, desperately
trying to find a way to resolve this mess. We had no
choice now but to find a new place to live, with new
names. Out of state, the only people we feared were the
bounty hunters. And we knew how ruthless they could be.
We were in Opelika, Alabama and spent a few
days there. It's a rather impoverished town with little
opportunity. We decided to try the Mobile area. The
morning we decided to leave Opelika, I stopped in front
of Wal-Mart to make an important call to Orlando. George
had parked the car about four spaces down so I couldn't
see the car from where I was standing. George and my son
stayed in the car.
George's own words:
After a few minutes I noticed a police car
driving around in the parking lot. After going down a few
rows of cars the car stopped at the far side of the drive
in back of our car. The policeman got out of his car and
walked toward ours. He said, "Please step out of the
car." Which I was already doing. He then asked me
for a driver's license. I explained I had none as I had
no contracts with the state. He then told me to put my
hands on the car, and I hesitated, as I wished to explain
further. He then asked if I had any ID, and I replied,
"Yes, Sir, I do." He then told me to step away
from the car, and I hesitated again, wishing to explain
and get papers from the car. He asked, "Do you have
a problem with that?" To which I replied,
"Yes!" And, didn't get a chance to explain why
as the policeman reached for his gun. I did not know what
was on his mind, and was not thinking, at that point,
about his being police, or not, just he is reaching for
his gun. I, instinctively, reached for mine and that made
the situation irreversible.
The policeman, to my surprise, turned to
his right nearly one hundred degrees and began running
towards his car, hand on his gun. He could have turned
and fired at any moment, and should have. I knew that
once he reached cover behind his car he would certainly
fire at me, so I fired then. Once he reached the car, and
as I approached, he fired at me, hitting me in the left
arm. I returned fire, and ducked. Lynda came to the scene
at that time, having seen him fire at me, and fired three
or four shots. I was on the officers side of the car at
that time, with an empty gun. The policeman had gotten
back in the car and driven away, using the radio.
Lynda's own words:
I was standing at the phone, I heard the
shots and people running in panic. I turned and saw what
was happening, dropped the phone and cried, "Oh.
God, No! No!" I ran up behind the police car, drew
my own gun and fired three or four shots at the officer.
He turned to me in surprise and then got in his car and
drove away.
Although George and I tried to get out of
the area quickly, we were not familiar with the roads and
ran into a roadblock. After a four hour standoff with
police, deputies, highway patrol and SWAT teams we
finally decide to surrender. [Will cover the standoff
later]
No, we are not cold blooded killers. It was
an unfortunate tragedy that could have been avoided if
George had only been given a chance to show our papers.
As hopeless as it appears, It is not as bad as it seems.
Our attorneys have told us we have a good chance for
acquittal. George and I intend to see this through with
dignity and perseverance. Please pray for us.
George Sibley and Lynda Lyon are currently in the
county jail, Lee County, Alabama. They are in need of
paper (legal pad type), pens, pencils, envelopes and
stamps. They can also receive postal money orders (made
to one of them only) with which to buy the above. You can
send supplies, money orders or just write to them at:
[addresses to be added, later.]
George's injury was a gunshot wound to the left arm.
It has been reported to have been nearly one inch in
diameter from someone who observed it in court. The wound
was treated on the day of the incident, but has been left
unattended since then. Lynda informs me that it is
getting infected, and that the Sheriff has denied
treatment. George and Lynda are both without their
reading glasses. George is unable to even read without
his, and Lynda suffers headaches reading without hers. If
you are not pleased with the treatment they are receiving
(pre-determined guilt?) from the jail, you may fax your
comments to:
Sheriff Herman Chapman
Fax # (205) 749-4835
Let Government know how you feel--
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