Part 27 of a Series
Once upon a time there was a place inhabited by people who erected stupendous pillars upon which a variety of exotic animals were carved.
The name of that place is now Gobekli Tepe. Its location is in the southeast corner of Turkey near a border with Iraq and the source of the Euphrates River. Some scholars speculate that Gobekli Tepe might be the real-world location of one mythical — or historic — Garden of Eden.
Archeologists believe that Gobekli Tepe was purposely buried in countless tons of sand to preserve its awe-inspiring beauty, or perhaps because those who buried it expected to return some day, or that their descendants would one day visit. It is estimated that 12,000 years have passed before its accidental discovery by a shepherd in 1994.
If there ever was a Garden of Eden in which mankind lived in harmony with nature we know that stories of the Fall of Mankind are true. That period of time, as the story goes, brought the world’s first murder.
Cain killed his brother Abel. Cain was not put to death, but cursed in his descendants and banished from society.
Who living today can imagine or fully comprehend the heartache, anguish or disbelief of the mother who gave birth to both sons? One son killed his brother, motivated by envy. Their mother and father had to live with that knowledge until the end of their days.
Who living among us can imagine what it must have been like for Cynthia Turner, on the morning of September 28, 2005, as she gave CPR to her son, Jason Ryan Turner-Shenker, who had been dead at least nine hours? The length of time that Cynthia spent trying to resuscitate Jason that morning is extremely controversial. If former coroner
investigator John L. Stallings were to be believed, Cynthia spent approximately one hour and ten minutes atop her son’s body repeating the processes of CPR without stopping. Stallings would also have people believe that it took an hour and ten minutes for Las Vegas Fire Rescue paramedics to arrive from a quarter of a mile away.
According to county records, a 9-1-1 call was placed at 6:35 that
morning, at the same time that Cynthia Turner commenced CPR efforts on her son. She continued until John Stallings arrived, forcefully pulled her off her son and pushed her gruffly through the bedroom door. He said, “I’ll take it from here.” Stallings wrote in his report that he arrived at 7:45 that morning.
When faced with a crisis situation, time slows down. Five minutes will seem like an hour. One hour and ten minutes would seem like an entire day has passed.
In February 2007, my son was taken to Israel a few days after his Sixth birthday. His mother, who is a native Israeli and who had also become a United States citizen, gave no indication of her intentions not to return. Over the next five months it became clear that neither my wife nor my son would return, and immediately upon arrival in Israel all real communication with my wife and son in Israel was severed. The loss of my wife and son in February 2007 was abrupt, yet the emotional impact occurred over a prolonged period of time. The two people I cherished most in my life were gone in an instant, last seen as smiling faces passing through security at Portland International Airport. They were expected to return in six or eight weeks. Six weeks from the time of this writing it will be eight years since I last saw them, or spoke with my son.
Cynthia Turner has pointed out that my loss cannot compare with her experience of giving CPR to her son Jason, who had been dead for nine hours. She is right about that. Her experience is unique.
In theory, my son might one day seek to find me, and we might be reunited. Some tell me that is natural and probable, something to look forward to, and to hope for.
During these last eight years I’ve learned that tens of millions of men, and a smaller percentage of women, become alienated from their children. A good many of these parent-child alienations take place for good reasons, but the large majority do not. Experience teaches me that when a child is forcefully alienated from a parent, part of one’s soul dies. Enjoyment of life and one’s meaning of life is never the same. Once a part of one’s inner self is cut away it can never grow
Like Cynthia Turner fighting for justice for her son’s murder, I spent six years trying to establish mere communication with my son through The Hague Convention on International Child Abduction. According to international law, this treaty and laws in both Israel and the United States, this should have been routine and quickly attained. Instead, Israel obstructed due process of law and the United States Department of State accepted and abetted that obstruction. After six years, in the spring of 2013, a Hague Convention representative at the State Department in Washington, D.C. refused to acknowledge that I had ever filed a case for the return of my son to the United States. Three years earlier, a detective in Beaverton, Oregon informed me that a State Department official in Portland, Oregon, who was a personal acquaintance of the detective, knew my case by name and had a file on me in Portland. After going through three Israeli attorneys, incurring direct and indirect losses of at least $250,000 over six years, I had nothing to grasp except a deep understanding of how corrupt the system of justice is and how meaningless laws can be. To this day I am denied
communication with my son, who will become fourteen years old in February 2015.
Turner spent an estimated five years watching television shows like I.D. or Forensic Files, or Cold Cases to learn how graphically depicted cases of murders are resolved through forensic evidence and detectives’ diligence.
After many hours of persuasion-filled conversations in September and October of 2013, I agreed to write a book about the failure to bring Jason’s murder case to justice. I was warned that Las Vegas “is the most corrupt large city in America” and that this deep-rooted historic corruption is the reason that the person or persons who murdered Jason
Turner-Shenker were not prosecuted for the crime. Two other writers had been asked to become involved in this story before me, according to Cynthia Turner; I was the third person contacted.
People deal with stress in different ways. Each day in this country, veterans returning from foreign wars find that wives or husbands have left them, and that their children have been alienated from them. Many of these veterans commit suicide. It is their escape from the excruciating pain of having lost those human beings most dear to them, often combined with the trauma of war or questions regarding the necessity of war. This happens every day.
For this writer, being on the Lucky Bunch Farm while experiencing the bad end of manipulative ploys of a narcissist, becoming a victim of extortion, theft and fraud, then agreeing to write a book for Cynthia Turner, set in motion a series of events that has cost me in material terms nearly everything that I owned three years ago. Much of what I lost can never be replaced. It was years’ worth of work, gone in a moment, much like very valuable artwork incinerated in a fire.
We can never walk in another’s shoes along the path that brought them to their present moment, and who they are today. I can never pretend to know or imagine what it has been like for Cynthia Turner to live with her memory of giving her son’s corpse CPR, and no one else can do so… unless that person has done so.
We all hope at some time or another to be treated with fairness even though we indulge in the cliché life is not fair. Only by adhering to truth will we ever have a chance.
One Truth I’ve found from life is that we all need forgiveness at some point, and we all owe forgiveness to others if we are to have any hope of that forgiveness we seek for ourselves.
Thomas A. Nagy is the author of Cannabis Consumer Handbook available at Amazon.com, and the blog ReGeneration at blogspot.com. Email direct at: firstname.lastname@example.org.