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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