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Sound speed. Mark.
Sherry, I'm gonna have you read this
letter. Just read it nice and slow.
Just take your time.
This here is a letter Brian wrote to me
back in October of 1989.
Dear Sherry, hi. It
is very hard to write this letter to you.
I am very sorry for the crimes they say I
committed. If I did do this, there
had to be a lot of things going
crazy in my head. Sherry,
no matter what happened or who did it,
I want you to know that I am still your
brother, and I love you. You can hate
my guts and want me dead all you want,
but I love you. You're all I have
left, and I don't want to lose you.
Please accept me as a human and not
an animal. Take care. Love
always and forever, your brother, Brian
T. Britton.
This letter basically...
It means nothing because he doesn't
admit to anything. No
remorse, no I'm sorry that I did this.
I live every day without
people I cared about, without having them
around. You have no
sense of remorse. You've never
shed a tear.
You won't even admit that you... did do
it. Things must have been crazy in my
head. You You try to put the blame on
something else, and it's like, you can't
even admit what you did.
And you want freedom?
Hey, guys.
I love to miss you so much.
Not a day goes by that I don't think of
you.
I wish that you were here. I
can't believe I've spent
over half my life without you.
When I go to the cemetery, it
reminds me that this is what I've
lost. I'd do anything just to have them
here for a hug or a kiss, to
tell them I love them. It's like
I would give anything to even hear their
voices.
I can't get that back because
Brian took everything away from me.
Things just slowly were. spiraling
with him. Looking back at it
now, there's all
kinds of, like, signs. Back then, it
was just, like, you didn't
really think of it.
This is where I grew up, from the age of
7 to 19. We had good
times here. We jumped rope and rode our
bikes around the yard.
My father would barbecue out there over
by the tree, and then, like, my cousin
Tammy and I, we would sit on the side of
the house, listen to music and sunbathe,
and then Jason would come out and run
around. Brian, he usually would
play with the boys across the street
because Jason was little.
When Brian was younger, Brian was the
sweetest kid, always doing little boy
things. He would ride his bike around the
neighborhood. He had his little Matchbox
cars, and he just was your normal little
boy. But
Brian could be selfish at times.
My dad would play different board games
with Jason, and
Brian would be like, Hey, Dad, let's do
this, or, Let's do that. It was just like
he had to have my father's attention
instead of Jason.
And he was insistent.
Brian would be relentless on it, and my
father would be just like, OK, Jason,
we'll play another time.
It's almost like he's missing
something-- common
sense, concern,
respect for other people. If
it's not about him, he doesn't care.
Here, he's got life in his eyes.
It's just amazing that someone
so sweet and innocent here could be
so cold
and calculating years later.
You would have never thought that that
sweet little boy would turn into this
monster.
Growing up, me and Brian, we didn't
always get along. Normal, sibling
rivalries. Sometimes we got along great.
Then there were times we would fight. He
had this thing with camouflage. He loved
his camouflage jeans, his camouflage
jacket.
So I would make fun of him wearing it.
And he didn't like it, so he would punch
me.
And I I kept teasing him more, and he
would punch me more.
But then he doesn't stop hitting me.
He wouldn't listen to me just saying,
hey, stop, that hurts. The only
way I could stop him would be to kick
him.
Because now he's in pain.
Somebody's saying, Hey, stop. That hurts.
You would normally stop unless you just
don't care.
He didn't care if he hit his
sister.
When he hit, like, the 13 to
16 years, he started doing,
like, things that were
rebellious. They started out, like, as
little small things. And then it was,
like, each step was, like, one step worse
than the last one.
When I was going on 17, I got my first
job, and we used to get paid in cash.
On Fridays, I would put it on my mom's
dresser to put into my account when she
went to work on Monday. Well, there were
times my mom would go to do my deposit
for me, and monies were missing out ofit.
It was obvious it was Brian because Brian
didn't have a job, and Brian's
getting things.
Hey, did you take any money from Mom's
drawer?
No.
It's like, wait a second. I was
missing $20 out of my
deposit this week. That magazine
subscription's $20.
Okay, so that's where the money's going.
I thought it was pretty low that he was
stealing from his own family. It's like
family usually helps each other
out. It's like that didn't matter to him.
Are you sure?I-- I thought I still had
that earlier today.
I haven't seen your money.
But I just let it slide.
Anything
else?No. $20 here, $20 there was
not worth a blowout fight.
It was kind of like, Let's pick and
choose our battles. It's just a phase
he's going through.
I'd say he had to be around 15 or
so when he started the obsession with the
war movies.
There was never a time that it really,
like, struck me as not being normal,
but he had a plan.
It scares me to know that there was this
much hatred in him, and I really
didn't see this in him.
Evil, it does exist in this world.
It's not like the evil you see and
The scary movies,
here you have your
typical all-American,
blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy,
and
there's evil. Nobody...
Nobody knows that.
It makes me wonder what went
wrong.
He was obsessed with, like, the war
movies and stuff that were coming out.
You're watching this
again?
My father and brother would sit there and
they'd watch the different shows on TV,
but Brian got obsessed with it.
He'd watch him over and over again.
He was always talking about how he wanted
to join the Marines when he got old
enough. This is what I want to do in
life. I felt the
military would be a good choice for him
because there he would learn more
discipline. It's like, Hey, he's
interested in something. This is a good
thing.
In his room, he had all different kinds
of military magazines. He had other
military-type posters.
He was collecting hand grenades
and bullets, gun magazines.
He had the camouflage that he would wear.
Just about everything he owned was either
camouflage or having to do
in some way, shape, or form with the
military. But we didn't really see
anything wrong with him ordering
stuff that had to do with the military.
After all, that's what he wants to do.
My father would go hunting with my Uncle
Barry, so having the guns in the house
would be a natural thing, being a hunting
family.
They didn't feel that they had to put
them somewhere and lock them up because
there was no fear that anything would
happen.
Someone raise it up, put the... Make sure
you've got the gun stock against your
shoulder. My father taught him on the
back porch how to use the gun. Line that
side up there. That gun
stock's firmly against the shoulder, okay?
The rule was, you don't touch them
unless I'm home. And then, and only
then, I give you permission to do so,
and it's done in a safe environment.
Remember, don't put your finger on the
trigger until you're ready for the kill
shot.
My father was teaching him how to use the
shotguns and stuff right up on the porch
here. And they used to have
targets down where those sheds are.
Never would have thought that he's
teaching his son how to use the gun
properly, and his son's going to do what
he did in a few years to come.
I don't think he would have ever taught
him how to use it properly if he had
figured Brian would do something like
that.
He went through this phase where he was
interested in, like, the Chinese throwing
stars, the nunchucks and stuff like
that. He used to think it was fun to just
throw him at the wood paneling in the
living room. And it just got to the point
where my parents were like, What are you
doing?
Brian.
But he just had
blatant disregard for that. You can't
keep doing that. Now give it
to me.
You take him away from him, he gets
another one from somebody. I tell him,
No, he does what he wants. We don't
understand why he's not listening to
us.
It was an atmosphere of
worry.
I think they were looking at the big
picture of if they kept on him just long
enough for him to graduate high school,
then it's like he could go into the
military. Once they got him
there, he would be learning respect. The
things that he was doing to my parents,
the military wouldn't put up with.
At 19, you don't expect
to wake up and
have your world destroyed.
Growing up, once we started dating, we
had rules that our
education was more important than seeing
our boyfriend or girlfriend. Like, we
could see him one day a week. Usually it
was, like, on the weekends, since there
was homework and stuff during the week.
It sucks. The worst.
I had no issues with it. It was like,
okay, it's understandable.
Education comes first. Brian
didn't agree with that. It was his very
first girlfriend. Any waking moment he
was up, he wanted to be spending time
with her, and... He didn't like being
told what he could and couldn't do.
Honey, could you excuse us?I need to
speak to Brian.
Why do you always have to ruin everything?
I just think you should be spending a
little less time together. He would start
raising his voice. I can hang out with
whoever I want to hang out with. It's my
decision to make, not yours. You can't
tell me that I can't see my girlfriend.
I'm a teenager. I can do what I
want. I keep explaining this stuff to
you. I hate you. I wish you were
dead. How stupid are you?
And he'd just walk off and go to his
room. Why don't you just die?
Looking through my 19-year-old eyes,
it just seemed like normal
teen stuff, normal teen
angst, rebellion.
Looking back now, I see
things with what he did
as a-- like a downward
spiral.
If he wanted his way, he was just going
to keep going at it. It didn't matter
how many times you said no. It would be a
never-ending battle.
They were just trying and trying, feeling
helpless, because everything they're
trying didn't work. He'll grow out
of it. He has to. What
if he doesn't?His
obsessions were just--Military and his
girlfriend, and it was like his family
that didn't mean anything anymore.
You get to a point where it's like, well,
what do you do?
January 22nd of '89,
that day his girlfriend had come up to
the house with him
and brought up vodka to the house. That's
crazy. Well, let me just
chug a bottle of vodka
and see what happens to me.
Then he said he felt funny and he passed
out. Hey, hey,
heyWake up.
His girlfriend called my father at work.
My father took Brian to the hospital.
He ended up having a stomach pumped from
the alcohol, and
had my father not come home, there's a
possibility that Brian could have died.
I wish I could go back in time and know
what I know now to
prevent my father from saving his life
that day.
If Brian had died, yeah, we would have
been all upset, but
he doesn't deserveto
live with what he has done.
I know that's not a nice thing to
say. I've been told that
I should forgive him. My
people. I can't forgive.
It was March 20th of '89 with my
grandparents' 45th wedding anniversary.
Everybody's going.
Come on, Brian. Get changed. We're going.
I'm not going. Your grandparents will
want to see you. I said I'm not going.
He wanted to see his girlfriend. Didn't
matter that it was his grandmother's
anniversary, that...
Everybody's gonna be there. Brian,
it's their wedding anniversary.
I don't care.
Family to him didn't mean anything
anymore. It's almost like it's a bother
to him that he has family that he can do
things with.
Everything was perfect.
My dad picked me up at college around 9
o'clock. I think my class was over.
My mom was all happy. Before we went to
bed, we would hug and kiss each other
goodnight.
I showered and called my boyfriend.
talked to him for a while and went tobed.
When I woke up in the hospital, it's
like, Wait, this isn't my bedroom.
Where am I?
I had a very bad headache.
And there was ringing in my ears.
I touched my head and realized there was
bandaging on there, and I'm hooked up to
machinery, and I have a
gaping hole in my side.
And I have stitches all over.
And I'm just like, OK, what
happened?
There were doctors, and all they would
tell me at first was, there was an
accident. What kind of
accident?Couldn't have been an auto
accident because I went to bed.
Where's Mommy?Where's Daddy?Where's
Jason?
Not once did I ask about Brian. It's
like my mind knew that he did
something, even though I didn't
remember what happened.
But what?
It's scary seeing this,
knowing that I was that
close to losing my
life. It's a
scary thought.
It's a scary feeling waking up in the
hospital and realizing that
you're injured, and you have no
idea how you were injured.
Every time I woke up,The same thought
would come to my mind. Oh, I'm I'm just
dreaming. This can't be real. This stuff
doesn't happen in real life.
I'm in the hospital, hooked up
to tons of machines.
And every time I would wake
up and I asked about my mom, my dad,
my little brother, Jason, what's going on?
If I'm in the hospital, whereAre they?
Why aren't they in the room with me?
Where's my mom and dad?
Nobody could explain to me what
happened because they themselves didn't
know. Why wouldn't anyone tell me what's
going
on?I did 32 years in that police
department, and I've seen a lot of really
nasty things, but I will never
forget that morning.
And I can say this to you. I don't think
you could ever prepare yourself going
through that door for what you were going
to find. It
was a horrific crime scene.
I mean, there was blood all over that
place.
As soon as we opened the door, we saw the
blood and the hair and
the bone. embedded in the wall.
Something terrible has happened here.
We really did not know if there was an
active shooter in that house, and we had
to assume that there was.
We go up the stairs and look to the
right, which was the mom and dad's
bedroom, and he's still in bed.
Been shot in the face.
And shot in the chest. When you
walk out of that room, you look directly
across the hall and on the
floor was Brian's
mom. She's obviously deceased.
We found Jason next to his mom
and his head was almost
crushed.
He decided he would use the shotgun as
a club. And he did. He used it
on his brother's head.
We walk a little further into the house
and we find Sherry
in her bed, covered in blood. She
had been shot twice. One of the shots
actually took a part of her skull.
She was shot again on the left side in
the abdomen.
We weren't sure she was going to survive.
And we got her out of there as fast as we
could. She is so fortunate
to be alive today.
Brian was the only one-- the only
survivor that we could talk to. So we
talked to him right away. He's saying
that somebody forced their way into the
house.
This is Brian Britton on the day he was
arrested, on the day that he killed
almost every member in his family.
He was sitting in the chair opposite my
desk. The officers were interviewing him.
He's not showing any remorse.
I stood here and listened to him for
about two minutes, and I said, Brian,
Sherry's alive. We talked to her.
Where did you put the guns?
And he immediately said, They're in the
attic. And that's where they were found.
He goes on to try and justify what he had
done, telling us about the problems with
his mother and his father. You're so
stupid!
Brian! And his mother was always on his
case and wouldn't let him see his
girlfriend and wouldn't let him stay out
at night and insisted that he go to
school. So he was trying to justify his
actions, but there was no way you could
justify what he just did.
I kept thinking, oh, I'm in a bad dream,
a really bad dream. This isn't real.
I have nothing left. I lost my
world. Now what happens to me?
Here I am, 19.
No place to go. My home
is no longer my
home. Mom and
dad are gone, Jason's gone.
I felt very lonely.
Sometimes I wished I had died, and I was
always like, why why was I the one who
survived?Why me?Why Why couldn't
my mom survive?Why couldn't my dad have
survived?Why didn't Jason live?
Why was I the lucky one?
There's so many things that have
happened in my life since then.
They missed me graduating college.
When I married my kid's father,
I didn't have my father to give me away.
They didn't get to have the joys
of their daughter getting
married. having
grandchildren.
It's not the same going down to the
cemetery and talking
to the headstone, telling them
that you love them.
I would give any amount, anything anybody
wanted, to even hear their voices,
just to hear my dad
laugh one last time, to hear
Jason ask for cookies.
Sometimes I wish I still had the
answering machine. My mother had done the
voice on it, just to hear her voice.
I still fully don't understand the why.
That's always been the big, huge
question, and
it's never been answered.
I don't remember anything from the time I
went to bed on March 21st
until whenever I woke up in the hospital.
The whole thing is just a big
blank. There's a lot of stuff that I
probably saw that morning. It's somewhere
locked up in here somewhere.
Where, I don't know.
Well, here here we start with the video.
It's the front of your house, as
it as it looked that day.
I honestly don't think I could handle it,
but I want everyone
in the world to know what a monster
he he is.
That's just too horrific.
That's really scary.
Hi. How are you?OK. How are you?OK.
I'm glad to see you. I really am. I'm
going to go in. OK. Well,
here we start with the video.
At the front of your house, as it as it
looked that day, and Asby entered your
home, up the stairs and to the right to
your dad's room. You
shot your father first. You figured your
father was probably the only one in the
house that could stop him.
Your dad was still in the bed. He was
deceased. He had two
obvious wounds.
And your mother came out of the kitchen
screaming and he shot her.
And in the living room, you found your
mom.
Your mom was here. Jason was
alongside of your mom. He
actually fired from the hallway at Jason,
but did not kill him instantly.
Jason was able to get up
and go out into the living room and lay
down by your mom.
This is what we found to the knee,
left of the door. Blood, hair,
skin.
This is where you were shot. You went up
the stairs. You went into the
bathroom. You can see blood on the walls
here.
Ohh That's from you, from your hands.
You went from the bathroom back to your
bed, and that's how we found you in the
bed.
The amount of blood was very shocking.
There were things I found out that I
didn't know happened. I had
gotten up from where I had been shot and
went back to my bedroom, I didn't know
that I had made a stop in the bathroom. I
never knew that. I
guess I felt comfortable in my bed, so I
just went back to my-- back to my
room for comfort. You did come back to
your bed. Yeah. And that's basically
what we had at that point. You were still
alive. So we immediately
got you out of the house and started
treating you and took you to the
hospital. He
told everybody that he had problem issues
with your mother because of his
girlfriend and that she was disciplining
him all the time for getting home late
and stuff like that. In my estimation, it
was preventative. He thought about this
before he did it, and I think he thought
about it for a while. I don't think it
just was that a spur of the moment thing
that night. I don't believe that at all.
realizing it's your own brother who
did this, that's just
too horrific. After
having talked to the detective
yesterday and seeing the pictures, it's
like, now I have the hard,
true facts of what
happened that day. I've seen
now they didn't even have a
chance. They were just... They
were defenseless. It makes me feel a
little more at ease knowing what actually
did happen, not just what people
were telling me. It's amazing I'm still
alive.
Every two years, Brian has a parole
hearing. Every two years, I fight
to keep him in prison, every two
years. I have to
relive the nightmare of
that day. I
must write a letter to explain
to the parole board this is why he
shouldn't get out.
To whom it may concern, I have
been notified that Brian is up for parole
again. As the sole surviving
victim, I am writing this letter to ask
that his parole be denied a second time.
26 and a half years have passed since the
murders took place. What has
Brian done in these past 26 and a half
years to prepare him for a life outside
of prison?Do you know for certain
that Brian would not get angry at
something else and snap and kill someone
else?Why should I be
forced to be fearful for the rest of my
life?worrying that Brian may attack
me or my children and loved ones.
It never ends for me. Every year,
it's not fair that I have to
keep reliving this.
But I'm doing it to help
keep Brian in prison
because he doesn't deserve
freedom. He He killed three
people. One innocent
child who didn't even have the beginnings
of a life, and he has
not shown remorse.
The hurt from what he did, it never
goes away.
It stays right here.
That's whyThe tattoo I got is
straight by my heart.
That's where my parents and brother stay.
They're always in my heart, always in my
thoughts.
Brian, you got the easy sentence.
The people on the outside are the ones
that have to-- that are suffering.
And the only way that it will end is
if he dies in prison.
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