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Toastmasters Speech 6 (Feb. 17, 2011)

                                The Usual Suspect
I love murder.
I relish whodunits.
I have always been fascinated with crime.
I can’t tell you why that is exactly.
Perhaps it was all the mystery novels I read over the years beginning with Encyclopedia Brown,
and graduating to Robert B. Parker.
I currently am reading John Sanford’s latest thriller.
Perhaps it began with the daydream to become a mafia hit man after I watched the Godfather
series.
Or maybe, it started with the happy fingers in the candy aisle at the neighborhood five and dime.
I worked six years as a crime reporter for a newspaper, writing about oddball characters like the
young man, a wanted felon, who tried to sneak past detectives disguised as his grandmother.
I have interviewed ominous outlaw bikers; as well as full-of-themselves hardcore gang bangers
soon headed off to long stints in prison.
I have been tasered and pepper sprayed. I have gone on police raids wearing a bullet proof vest
and armed with a notebook and pen.
And I have shared tears with victims of tragedies, who were gracious enough to invite me into
their lives and to share their stories with me.
None of this prepared me, however, for the blinking red light on my answering machine the
Thursday evening of May 31st 2007.
“Mr. Isaacs,” the message began; the man’s voice serious and businesslike. “This is Detective
Anderson with the Yakima Police Department. Please call me back immediately.”
What the heck is this all about, I thought, as I wrote down his call back number.
What had I done? Why were police training their sights on me? Had I repressed the memory of
some dark action?
PAUSE
Unfortunately, crimes occur everywhere, every day, and every minute of the day. In 2007, there
were more than 280,000 major crimes in Washington state. There were burglaries, arsons, rapes,
robberies, and assaults. There were also 177 murders in the state that year.
The evening before, Wednesday May 30 at around 8 p.m., 29-year old Juan Ramos, a father of
two, was shot three times in the chest.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM! (use gun motion with hand, moving across the audience)
He died there, sitting in his GMC pickup parked along an otherwise quiet neighborhood street.
Police would suspect Ramos owed his killer $15,000 in an unpaid drug debt.



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Toastmasters Speech 6 (Feb. 17, 2011)

It was Yakima’s first murder of the year and the first since October the previous year. The city,
which one highway billboard boasts as the Palm Springs of Washington, would end the year with
7 homicides.
Police had several leads, but did not say who was a suspect.
“Where were you last night, Mr. Isaacs,” Anderson asked.
PAUSE
“Do you know a Juan Ramos, Mr. Isaacs?”
PAUSE
“Why was your phone number one of the last made with a dead man’s cell phone?”
PAUSE
I was scared. I didn’t know what to say. All my answers seemed to ring untrue. My voice
cracked, betraying me and revealing my nervousness.
Anderson said he would get back in touch. He ended the call.
I slowly hung up the receiver.
PAUSE
I waited that evening for his call, but it never came.
I waited the next day, and the day after that, jumping at any unrecognized sound, waiting for a
phone call or an ominous knock on the door.
PAUSE
A week later, police tracked down, shot and killed a man they claimed was responsible for
Ramos’s death. They said the suspect had more than eight aliases, but believed his name was
Jose Alverez.
Police shot Alverez after he grabbed for the 9mm pistol he had hidden in his waistband just as
officers closed in for the arrest.
Tests later showed that bullets from the gun did not match those that were used to kill Ramos.
Undeterred, police believe they got their guy. Alverez’s family say an innocent man was killed.
“He was not a murderer,” a cousin told a TV news reporter. “The information you guys were
given by the Yakima Police Department is not true.”
The family believes the real killer remains on the loose.
PAUSE
PAUSE
Now, approaching the fourth anniversary of the shootings, I confess….
I really don’t know why Ramos had called my number
Maybe it was misdial, or maybe a detective had incorrectly transcribed the number
I can’t be a suspect
I’m innocent.
You believe me.
Don’t you???




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Nathan Isaacs Toastmasters Speech 6 (The Usual Suspect)

  • 1. Toastmasters Speech 6 (Feb. 17, 2011) The Usual Suspect I love murder. I relish whodunits. I have always been fascinated with crime. I can’t tell you why that is exactly. Perhaps it was all the mystery novels I read over the years beginning with Encyclopedia Brown, and graduating to Robert B. Parker. I currently am reading John Sanford’s latest thriller. Perhaps it began with the daydream to become a mafia hit man after I watched the Godfather series. Or maybe, it started with the happy fingers in the candy aisle at the neighborhood five and dime. I worked six years as a crime reporter for a newspaper, writing about oddball characters like the young man, a wanted felon, who tried to sneak past detectives disguised as his grandmother. I have interviewed ominous outlaw bikers; as well as full-of-themselves hardcore gang bangers soon headed off to long stints in prison. I have been tasered and pepper sprayed. I have gone on police raids wearing a bullet proof vest and armed with a notebook and pen. And I have shared tears with victims of tragedies, who were gracious enough to invite me into their lives and to share their stories with me. None of this prepared me, however, for the blinking red light on my answering machine the Thursday evening of May 31st 2007. “Mr. Isaacs,” the message began; the man’s voice serious and businesslike. “This is Detective Anderson with the Yakima Police Department. Please call me back immediately.” What the heck is this all about, I thought, as I wrote down his call back number. What had I done? Why were police training their sights on me? Had I repressed the memory of some dark action? PAUSE Unfortunately, crimes occur everywhere, every day, and every minute of the day. In 2007, there were more than 280,000 major crimes in Washington state. There were burglaries, arsons, rapes, robberies, and assaults. There were also 177 murders in the state that year. The evening before, Wednesday May 30 at around 8 p.m., 29-year old Juan Ramos, a father of two, was shot three times in the chest. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! (use gun motion with hand, moving across the audience) He died there, sitting in his GMC pickup parked along an otherwise quiet neighborhood street. Police would suspect Ramos owed his killer $15,000 in an unpaid drug debt. 1
  • 2. Toastmasters Speech 6 (Feb. 17, 2011) It was Yakima’s first murder of the year and the first since October the previous year. The city, which one highway billboard boasts as the Palm Springs of Washington, would end the year with 7 homicides. Police had several leads, but did not say who was a suspect. “Where were you last night, Mr. Isaacs,” Anderson asked. PAUSE “Do you know a Juan Ramos, Mr. Isaacs?” PAUSE “Why was your phone number one of the last made with a dead man’s cell phone?” PAUSE I was scared. I didn’t know what to say. All my answers seemed to ring untrue. My voice cracked, betraying me and revealing my nervousness. Anderson said he would get back in touch. He ended the call. I slowly hung up the receiver. PAUSE I waited that evening for his call, but it never came. I waited the next day, and the day after that, jumping at any unrecognized sound, waiting for a phone call or an ominous knock on the door. PAUSE A week later, police tracked down, shot and killed a man they claimed was responsible for Ramos’s death. They said the suspect had more than eight aliases, but believed his name was Jose Alverez. Police shot Alverez after he grabbed for the 9mm pistol he had hidden in his waistband just as officers closed in for the arrest. Tests later showed that bullets from the gun did not match those that were used to kill Ramos. Undeterred, police believe they got their guy. Alverez’s family say an innocent man was killed. “He was not a murderer,” a cousin told a TV news reporter. “The information you guys were given by the Yakima Police Department is not true.” The family believes the real killer remains on the loose. PAUSE PAUSE Now, approaching the fourth anniversary of the shootings, I confess…. I really don’t know why Ramos had called my number Maybe it was misdial, or maybe a detective had incorrectly transcribed the number I can’t be a suspect I’m innocent. You believe me. Don’t you??? 2