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Finally Lockett managed to speak: âMan.â
Zellmer had seen enough. He came to the gurney and lifted the sheet. Underneath, he saw a protrusion almost the size of a tennis ball on Lockettâs groin.
From the viewing area, Katie Fretland could see the doctorâs face for the first time, and his expression was clear: Oh, ****. Another witness saw Lockett open his eyes and look right at the doctor, like something out of a horror movie.
The warden glanced under the sheet and noticed what looked like blood and clear liquid pooled around Lockettâs groin. She looked up and addressed the witnesses: âWeâre going to lower the blinds, temporarily.â
From the chemical room, the paramedic heard someone say, âHeâs trying to get off the table!â She came into the death chamber as the doctor was trying to figure out how to finish the execution.
âI need to get another IV in the left femoral,â Zellmer told her. She swabbed Lockettâs groin with a sterile pad.
âTake deep breaths,â the paramedic told Lockett, in case he could hear her, while Zellmer pushed the short needle back into Lockettâs groin. Blood squirted all over Zellmer, so much of it that it soaked his jacket.
âYouâve hit the artery,â the paramedic said.
âItâll be all right,â Zellmer told her. âWeâll go ahead and get the drugs.â
Did he intend to put drugs in an artery? The paramedic didnât want to countermand the doctorâs authority, but that made no sense. âWeâve got to get the vein,â she said. The doctor pulled out the needle.
Lockett mumbled incoherently. His heart rate dropped into the teens as more of the potassium chloride that had been pumped into his groin seeped into his bloodstream. Eventually, the doctor and the paramedic stopped what they were doing.
The warden asked whether it would be possible to resuscitate Lockett. Zellmer said he could start CPR, but that in order to save him, theyâd have to take him to an emergency room. This further confused the paramedic. Heâs dying, she thought. Isnât that why weâre here?
Stephanie Neimanâs family was in shock. After the blinds came down, prison staff took them to a rec room and tried to console them. While Neimanâs mother, Susie, wept, someone from the state attorney generalâs office tried to explain what had happened, something about Lockettâs heart and a vein exploding. Susie said she wanted to go into the chamber and touch Lockett; otherwise she couldnât know for sure that her daughterâs killer was dead.
Fretland and the other reporters felt almost as stunned. In the viewing area, a black telephone she hadnât noticed before started ringing. Robert Patton, the Oklahoma Department of Corrections director, picked it up and left the room, pulling the phone cord out into the hall and closing the door behind him.
Warden Trammell was calling from the death chamber. Patton asked her, âHas enough drugs been administered to cause death?â He heard Trammell repeat the question. He heard the doctor say no.
âIs there another vein available, and if so do you have another set of chemicals back there?â Again, Trammell repeated the question; again the doctor said no.
âI wanna be real clear with this, Warden, and I want you to ask the doctor specifically. Has enough drugs entered the inmateâs system to cause death?â A third time, he heard Trammell repeat the question. A third time, the answer was no.
Patton hung up the phone and huddled in the hallway with the state secretary of safety and security and two members of the attorney generalâs office. Someone briefly floated the idea of using the drugs reserved for Charles Warnerâs execution. Patton spoke on the phone with the governorâs general counsel, Steve Mullins, in Oklahoma City.
Mullins asked Patton, âDo you want to stop the execution?â
âYes.â
âYou have the authority to stop the execution,â he told Patton.
When they hung up, Mullins called the governorâthe basketball game was now an hour from tip-offâto brief her.
At 6:56, a call came in to the death chamber. Patton had instructions for the warden. He said something like âstand down,â which Trammell didnât quite understand.
âDo you mean to stop?â
Yes, he said, stop the execution.
The Execution of Clayton Lockett - The Atlantic
Another long read. We are going to be doing this topic until June prolly.
"In 1999, Lockett kidnapped, beat, and shot Stephanie Neiman, a nineteen-year-old high school graduate, friend of Lockett's other victims, and a witness to his crimes. The men beat her and used duct tape to bind her hands and cover her mouth. Even after being kidnapped and driven to a dusty country road, Neiman did not back down when Lockett asked if she planned to contact police. After she stated she would go to the police, Lockett decided to bury her alive.[5] Lockett ordered an accomplice to bury her while she was still breathing. She died from two wounds from a shotgun fired by Lockett.[5] In 2000, he was convicted of murder, rape, forcible sodomy, kidnapping, assault and battery and sentenced to death. Previously Lockett was sentenced to four years in prison for a conviction in 1996 in Grady County for conspiracy to commit a felony.[1]
At his 1999 murder trial, DNA from the dead victim, fingerprints from the duct tape used to bind the victim, and eye-witness testimony led to his murder conviction."
Execution of Clayton Lockett - Wikipedia the free encyclopedia
Lucky for him they don't let murder victim's families choose the method or do it themselves.
I'd smile-kill animals like this and execute them with a dull carrot peeler skinning them alive, awake, and able to feel their skin being peeled from their bodies.
Quit caring so damn much about wastes of skin, and instead care about their victims.
But, I do.