London’s calling from “across the pond,” as the young woman television researcher puts it in her emails from England.
They’re interested in Betty Wolsieffer’s murder, she says, mostly in giving a voice to the victim whose death so many years ago has been forgotten by too many, a death that occurred before the researcher was even born.
That’s why I agreed to talk with the television people from the Discovery investigation show when they come to Wilkes-Barre at the end of the month.
After I agreed, though, I had second thoughts and told them I wasn’t interested in speaking with the director, reporter, researcher or anybody else who showed up with a camera crew.
Time had not healed all wounds and I didn’t want to continue to open the cuts.
A few months ago, after talking on the phone to Betty’s killer, her husband, Glen, for the first time in more than 20 years, I wrote a front page newspaper column in The Times Leader, the newspaper where I worked and wrote columns for 17 years.
Killer Glen was up to his old pathology of trying to manipulate public opinion about his innocence. After telling prison officials that he “took responsibility” for his crime, Glen told me that he only admitted guilt to get out of prison after spending 13 years inside. He faced a maximum sentence of seven more years.
Sicko Glen lied to get his way.
So what else is new?
People needed to know that he was back on the street and up to his usual bad behavior.
I must admit that I was disappointed at the lack of interest in the column. I expected more. Of course people read the story but I wanted more public outcry. I wanted people clamoring for Glen to come clean. I wanted real justice. That didn’t really happen and probably never will.
Telling the story is something I always do and this story needs to be remembered. That’s why I changed my mind and agreed again to talk with the British broadcast journalists.
Actually, another force, a force of evil, pushed me.
Glen’s talking to us, too, the British researcher tells me.
The killer's continuing spin creates a major problem.
I have no doubt that Glen will try to resurrect the mystery “intruder” theory for the brutal strangulation dearth of his wife. A jury found, however, that Glen left Betty’s body on their bedroom floor when he was through with her on August 30, 1986.
For me to turn away now would dishonor everything I have fought to achieve as a journalist. To ignore his brutal power play would disrespect the memory of the woman he murdered and the pain her family still endures at his hand. To remain silent while Glen gains international attention for once again, using and abusing his wife – even while in her grave - would be unforgivable.
So I plan to talk with the crew.
Maybe I’ll suggest that we stop by Glen’s house together. As I have done in the past, I’m willing to knock on the door at the little house on Magnolia Avenue where he lives with his mother. I’m willing to face our wicked has-been husband and ask why he not only killed by why he persists in living the lie that keeps attacking redemption while continuing to hurt him and others.
Glen is frail nowadays.
Glen is fragile.
Glen is broken.
But Glen is still dangerous to himself and others.
No matter what bogus yet confident drivel he posts on Facebook, Glen, according to police, was seen several times sitting alone in his car at night, smoking cigarettes at the end of Birch Street where he lived when he became a murderer.
I told Glen when we spoke that some people worried that he might kill himself. I told him that he might feel better if he talked and explained exactly what happened and why he did what he did. Instead of facing facts and reality, instead of truly facing himself, Glen floated off to the netherworld where he lives with the devil in his personal piece of hell where lies always come to the rescue until they explode in great balls of fate and fire.
Glen still believes that his delusion will set him free.
I am not alone in seeing through the charade. I see fear and insecurity, weakness and indecision. I see Glen trying to fool himself that he will be able to persuade knowledgeable people of his innocence. I see a pathetic attempt to mislead that has always failed in the past.
That’s why I urge you to look for the British film crew when they come to town. Welcome them into your lives. Talk with the, Tell them the truth. Speak for the good wife and mother who can no longer speak for herself
That way we will do our part if we are able in setting the record straight each time Glen tries his murderous manipulation on a new set of victims.
I don’t want Glen to suffer any more than he already has.
I don’t want anybody else to suffer, either, especially Betty’s family whose prison of pain is a dreadful life sentence of loss.
He is a dangerous man who should have rotted in prison. Manipulative people will admit guilt to get what they want. Justice system needs to change.
Betty Tasker Wolsieffer
Thank you Steve Corbett for honoring Betty Tasker's memory!
Let Sleeping Dogs Lie...Leave The Man Alone
I think when you did not get the public outcry you sought, you should have let sleeping dogs lie, so to speak. If it is true that he's been seen on his old street looking at the house, it seems to me, he actually is dealing with his conscience. Youare not God. I am not God. Let the man alone to deal with him demons.