Paul Warner Powell
This stunning example on Caucasian manhood pictured to the left goes by the name of Paul Warner Powell. Considering that I’m about to tell you all about what Paulie did to two young teenaged girls on the afternoon of on January 29th, 1999, you can safely assume that he is a pretty evil son of a bitch. And you’d be right.
But what makes Paul Warner Powell stand out from all the other scumbags that get written up here on PYSIH? Well, Paul Powell is incredibly stupid. I’m not just talking two plus two equals five stupid here, I’m talking stuck his hand in the lawnmower, shot himself while cleaning his gun, Darwin Award winning stupid.
But before we get to Paul Warner Powell’s lack of brain power, I will have to tell you a story that will get very dark and seriously disturbing. Unfortunately it’s a necessary part of the process that you, the reader, know everything Powell did and all that’s transpired during the past ten years in order for you to appreciate his ultimate fate.
First, a little background information on the principles. In 1999 Paul Warner Powell was a 20-year-old unemployed day laborer serving a suspended sentence for petty theft. He’d taken a plea deal after being busted for burglary in 1998. This was his latest arrest in a criminal history that began with no less than thirteen convictions as a juvenile:
* Nov. 30, 1992: 18 days, Prince William County Juvenile Detention Home
* Dec. 30, 1992: 21 days, Prince William County Juvenile Detention Home
* Jan. 31, 1993: 65 days, Prince William County Juvenile Detention Home
* April 5, 1993: 10 days, Prince William County Juvenile Detention Home
* April 15, 1993: 66 days, Department of Youth and Family Services
* Sept. 29, 1993: 56 days, Prince William County Juvenile Detention Home
* Oct. 20, 1993: Two days, DeJarnette Center
* Dec. 6, 1993: 45 days, Prince William County Juvenile Detention Home
* Jan. 19, 1994: 89 days, Springwood Psychiatric Unit, Acute Care
* April 4, 1994: 44 days, Springwood Academy
* Jan. 1, 1995: 46 days, Prince William County Juvenile Detention Home
* April 17, 1995: 81 days, Beaumont Juvenile Correctional Center
* July 7, 1995: Eight days, Harriet Tubman House
Paul Warner Powell’s adult record began on May 19, 1997, when he was caught speeding 70 mph in a 55 mph zone. He was arrested thirteen (there’s that number again) more times for charges including possession of drug paraphernalia, contributing to the delinquency of a minor, breaking and entering, trespassing, grand larceny and writing a bad check.
Stacey Lynn Reed, 16, and Kristie Erin Reed, 14, were sisters and acquaintances of Paul Warner Powell. They lived, together with their parents, in a small brick house in the town of Manassas, Virginia. It was known that Powell wanted to date Stacey Reed, but was afraid he’d get himself in trouble if he got into a relationship with an underaged girl.
Paul Warner Powell, a self-avowed “racist and white supremacist,” found out that Stacey, who was white, was dating Sean Wilkerson, who is black. This did not please Paul Powell at all. In fact, it made him quite angry, and he decided to do something about it.
Stacey got home from school on January 29th, 1999 at about noon, and found Paul Warner Powell waiting for her. They began to argue, but Powell left when he heard that a friend of the family, Robert Culver, would arrive there soon for lunch. He returned shortly with two knives and a nine-millimeter semiautomatic pistol, waited for Culver to go back to work, and barged in on Stacey as she was talking to none other than Sean Wilkerson on the telephone.
When Stacey got off the phone, Paul Warner Powell made a pass at her, but she rebuffed him, telling him she had a boyfriend. This must have truly pissed him off, being rejected in favor of a Black kid, so he slammed Stacey to the floor, pinned her down and told her he was going to rape her.
Stacey began to fight and claw at Paul Warner Powell’s face. He had his knife out now, and told her if she continued to fight he would kill her. When she tried to leave the room, he stabbed her twice in the chest.
She stumbled into her sister Kristie’s room and collapsed to the floor, dying – Powell’s blade had severed her aorta. I guess she didn’t die fast enough for Paul Warner Powell, because he stomped on her neck with his boot several times until she stopped breathing.
Then he went and got himself a glass of iced tea.
Some time later, Kristie Reed arrived home to find Paul Warner Powell lying on her couch sipping iced tea. She asked Powell “where Stacey was.” He replied, “she was in her room.” Kristie walked to Stacey’s room, but Stacey was not there. Then, Kristie turned to enter her own room and saw Stacey’s body lying on the floor.
Powell, who had followed Kristie to the bedroom, ordered Kristie to go downstairs to the basement, where he ordered her to remove her clothes. She took her clothes off because she “didn’t want to die.” Powell told Kristie to lay on the floor, and then he raped her.
After Paul Warner Powell raped Kristie, he dressed himself, and, using shoelaces taken from Kristie’s shoes, tied her feet together. He also used shoelaces to tie her arms behind her back. Someone knocked on the door to the house, and Powell went upstairs, leaving Kristie naked and bound on the basement floor.
A few minutes later, Powell came back downstairs. Without saying a word, he put his hands around Kristie’s throat and strangled her until she was unconscious. Next he stabbed her in the stomach, the knife stopping within a centimeter of her aorta. He slashed her in her neck and stabbed her in the abdomen numerous times.
When he thought she was dead, he climbed those basement stairs one more time, so he could search the house for valuables. The last thing Paul Warner Powell did after his orgy of rape, violence and murder was to grab himself another glass of that yummy iced tea.
Paul Warner Powell and a friend drove to Washington, where they bought some drugs. Then they went to his friend’s girlfriend’s house, got some beer and ordered a pizza. I suppose you must work up quite an appetite after a long day committing murder and rape.
Kristie had multiple stab wounds to her neck and abdomen. She also had wounds on her wrists. The repair of the knife wounds to her neck alone required 61 sutures. But somehow through the grace of God, Kristie Reed lived.
Before Kristie went into surgery, she ID’d Paul Warner Powell as her attacker. Police officers arrested him on January 30, 1999 at his girlfriend’s house, still waiting for that pizza he and his buddy had ordered but would never come.
Now this is important. During interrogation, Paul Warner Powell admitted immediately to the murder of Stacey Reed. But he never told police the he attempted to sexually assault her. At first, he even denied raping Kristie, but during a second interview he finally confessed. He also told police that he had been at the Reed home that day to tell Stacey to stop seeing Sean Wilkerson, that they had argued, there was a struggle, and Stacey got stabbed during that struggle.
Paul Warner Powell was charged with Capital Murder, Attempted Capital Murder, Rape, Robbery, Attempted Robbery, and Use Of A Firearm. His trial was held in the Spring of 2000. Because the prosecution considered the murder of Stacey and the rape of Kristie as one continuous crime, Powell was eligible for the Death Penalty.
This seemingly obvious concept would come back to haunt prosecutors later.
On May 6th, 2000, a jury found Paul Warner Powell guilty on all charges. He was sentenced to death on August 10th, and sent to death row to await his execution. This should have been the end of the story.
On April 20th, 2001, The Virginia Supreme Court overturned Paul Powell’s conviction for Capital Murder, citing several trial errors (click here to view the judgment). The most important of those errors appear to be these two;
1. The verdict form was confusing and didn’t make it clear that jurors had the option of sentencing Paul Warner Powell to life in prison. This was a problem with all Death Penalty cases in Virginia at this time.
2. Jurors convicted Paul Warner Powell of capital murder because prosecutors considered Stacie’s slaying and the rape of her sister to be part of the same criminal enterprise. The court ruled that the rape would have had to occur before or during the murder to elevate the charge to a capital case. Of course, the court didn’t know that he lied to investigators when he told them he didn’t attempt to rape Stacey, or that Stacey was actually murdered when she resisted his attempt to rape her.
The court affirmed Paul Warner Powell’s convictions for abduction, rape, attempted capital murder, and grand larceny for the attack. His case was sent back to Prince William County Circuit Court for a new trial, in which Powell would be retried on first-degree murder charges and wouldn’t be eligible for the Death Penalty.
It looked like Paul Warner Powell was going to slip out of the hangman’s noose. That wasn’t right, because he deserved to die for what he did to Stacey and Kristie.
So remember how I told you all at the beginning of this story that Paul Warner Powell is incredibly stupid? Well, now is the time when his complete lack of common sense and intelligence really gets to shine.
Knowing that his “cleverness” has allowed him beat a Death Penalty rap, he couldn’t help himself from telling someone! He sent this letter to one of his ex-girlfriends:
“About when you asked me why I wouldn’t do to you what I did to Stacie, I couldn’t ever hurt you because you mean to much to me. See Stacie didn’t mean anything to me. She was a nigger lover and some of her wannabe skin head friends were supposed to kill me. That’s part of the reason why she died. Almost everything that happened in that house was planned. The only thing that wasn’t planned was trying to fuck Kristie. What was supposed to happen was, Stacie was supposed to die, and did, Kristie was supposed to die and then I was going to wait for their mom and stepdad to get home and I was going to kill them and then I was going to take their mom struck and then I was gonna go to North Carolina and knock this dude off that stole all of my clothes and everything else I owned. I had been thinking about doing it for along time but I could never bring myself to do it. I don’t know what happened to make me finally do it. I feel bad for doing it. Stacie was a good kid.”
That was pretty stupid, to send this letter, what with the new trial coming up and all. But this was nothing compared to the next bonehead move he made.
Like a lot of people do when they finally defeat their main adversary, Paul Warner Powell wanted to gloat. He really wanted to rub the face of the Commonwealth’s Attorney of Prince William County, Paul Ebert, in dog shit. So Powell took paper and pen in hand, and he began to write. And when he was finished, he put the paper containing what he had written into an envelope, sealed the envelope, placed a stamp on it, and mailed it off to Mr. Ebert.
When Paul Ebert, the Commonwealth’s Attorney of Prince William County, opened Paul Warner Powell’s letter and began to read it, I can only imagine the emotions he must have been feeling as his eyes moved down the page…
“Since I have already been indicted on first degree murder and the Va. Supreme Court said that I can’t be charged with capital murder again, I figured I would tell you the rest of what happened on Jan. 29, 1999, to show you how stupid all of y’all mother fuckers are.
“Y’all should have known that there is more to the story than what I told by what I said. You had it in writing that I planned to kill the whole family. Since I planned to kill the whole family, why would I have fought with Stacie before killing her? She had no idea I was planning to kill everybody and talked and carried on like usual, so I could’ve stabbed her up at any time because she was unsuspecting.
“I had other plans for her before she died. You know I came back to the house after Bobby’s lunch break was over and he had went back to work. When I got back, she was on the phone so I went inside and I laid down on the couch. When the cab came to bring me my pager, I ran out of the house and she jumped and got off the phone and came off the porch to see why I ran out of the house like I did.
“When the cab left we went in the house. I laid on the couch again and she went to her room and got her clothes and went downstairs to do her laundry. When she went downstairs, I got up and shut and locked the back door and went downstairs. We talked while she put her clothes in the wash. We continued talking when she had everything in the wash and I reached over and touched her tit and asked if she wanted to fuck. She said no, because she had a boyfriend.
“I started arguing with her because she had never turned anybody down because of having a boyfriend.
“We started walking upstairs, arguing the whole time. When we got upstairs we went to her room and she turned the radio off. After she turned the radio off I pushed her onto her bed and grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands down by her head and sat on top of her. I told her that all I wanted to do was fuck her and then I would leave and that we could do it the easy way or the hard way.
“She said she would fuck me so I got up. After I got up, she got up and started fighting with me and clawed me face. We wrestled around a little and then I slammed her to the floor. When she hit the floor I sat on top of her and pinned her hands down again. She said she would fuck me and I told her that if she tried fighting with me again, I would kill her.
“When I got up she stood up and kept asking me why I was doing this and all I kept saying is take your clothes off. Finally she undid her pants and pulled them down to her ankles. She was getting ready to take them the rest of the way off and the phone rang. When she heard the phone she pulled her pants back up and said she had to answer the phone. I pushed her back and said no. She said that she wouldn’t say anything about me being there and I told her no and to take her clothes off.
“She tried to get out of the room again and I pushed her back and pulled out my knife. I guess she thought I was just trying to scare her and that I wouldn’t really stab her because she tried to leave again.
“When she got to me and tried to squeeze between me and the door jam I stabbed her. When I stabbed her, she fell back against the door jam and just looked at me with a shocked look on her face.
“When I pulled the knife out she stumbled a couple steps and fell in her sister’s room. I walked over and looked at her. I saw that she was still breathing so I stepped over her body and into the bedroom. Then I put my foot on her throat and stepped up so she couldn’t breath. Then I stepped down and started stomping on her throat. Then I stepped back onto her throat and moved up and down putting more pressure to make it harder to breathe.
“When I didn’t see her breathing anymore, I left the room and got some iced tea and sat on the couch and smoked a cigarette. You know the rest of what happened after that point.
“I would like to thank you for saving my life. I know you’re probably wondering how you saved my life, so I’ll tell you.
“You saved my life by fucking up. There were 2 main fuck-ups you made that saved me. The first was the way you worded my capital murder indictment. The second was the comment you made in your closing argument when you said we won’t know because he won’t tell us.
“One more time, thank you! Now y’all know everything that happened in that house at 8023 McLean St. on Jan. 29, 1999.
“I guess I forgot to mention these events when I was being questioned. Ha Ha! Sike!
“I knew what y’all would be able to prove in court, so I told you what you already knew. Stacey was dead and no one else was in the house so I knew ya’ll would never know everything she went through unless she came back to life.
“Since the Supreme Court said I can’t be charged with capital murder again, I can tell you what I just told you because I no longer have to worry about the death penalty. And y’all are supposed to be so goddamn smart. I can’t believe that y’all thought I told you everything.
“Well, it’s too late now. Nothing you can do about it now so fuck you you fat, cocksucking, cumguzzling, gutter slut. I guess I’ll see your bitch ass on Dec. 18 at trial because I’m not pleading to shit. Tell the family to be ready to testify and relive it all again because if I have to suffer for the next 50 or 60 years or however long then they can suffer the torment of reliving what happened for a couple of days.
“I’m gone. Fuck you and anyone like you or that associates with people like you. I almost forgot, fuck your god, too. Jesus knows how to suck a dick real good. Did you teach him?
“Well, die a slow, painful, miserable death. See ya punk.
“Do you just hate yourself for being so stupid and for fuckin’ up and saving me?
Talk about mixed emotions. He must have been torn between the horror of the subject matter and the realization that Paul Warner Powell was one DUMB son of a bitch.
You see, Paul Warner Powell believed that he was permanently ineligible for the Death Penalty as far a the Stacey Reed case was concerned, because of a thing called double jeopardy. And as things stood the way they were at the time he was convicted, yes, he was.
But what Paul Powell didn’t understand was that because his original conviction had been overturned, it was, in legal terms, as if it had never happened. And because they had Powell’s letter, the prosecution had what amounted to a confession to a new crime in their hands. Remember, Powell never told authorities that he had tried to rape Stacey, and that she’d gotten stabbed while trying to resist him.
In other words, he had been convicted in the first trial for something that never really happened – he’d lied to the detectives, and they believed him because they had no reason not to. Now that that conviction had been thrown out, they were free to re-indict Paul Powell on entirely new charges. Charges that made him eligible for the Death Penalty again.
Just to be sure, Paul Ebert sent two detectives to ask Paul Powell if he had sent the taunting letter to Ebert. Not only did Paul Warner Powell confirm that he sent it, but he proudly bragged to them that every fucking word of it was true.
But Paul Warner Powell wasn’t finished yet. Not satisfied with the damaged he thought he had caused, Powell sent a letter to Lorraine Reed, the mother of Stacey and Kristie. Powell enclosed a photograph of a partially nude woman. Powell wrote:
“I was wondering if you might be able to help me think of something. I found this picture in a magazine and it kinda looks like someone I know or used to know, but I can’t think of the persons name.I think you know the person too, so I was wondering if you could tell me the name of the person this picture resembles so I can quit racking my brain trying to think of it? I would appreciate it. If you don’t know the person I’m talking about, ask Kristie or Kelly Welch because I know they know who I’m thinking of. If you talk to the person I’m talking about, please give her my address and tell her to write me.”
The partially nude woman shown in the photograph resembled Lorraine Reed’s daughter, Stacey.
Stupid and cruel…
Imagine Paul Warner Powell’s surprise when he found himself on trial for his life again in January of 2003. Mainly because of his own big mouth, Powell was convicted of Capital Murder on January 16th, 2003, and sentenced to death the next day.
After years of delay caused by endless appeals, The United States Supreme Court announced on January 26th, 2010 that it would not hear Paul Powell’s appeal, effectively ensuring his execution will go forward this Spring. As if to hammer home that fact, today Virginia announced Powell’s execution date will be March 18th, 2010.
So ends the saga of Paul Warner Powell, a man who is a legend in his own mind, but an idiot in everyone else’s. He has already selected the electric chair as his mode of execution – another brilliant decision by this undiscovered Rhodes Scholar. Thank God that, for the rest of us, it will surely be his last.
Note: The young girl on the right in the second picture is Kristie Erin Reed, Stacey’s little sister and Paul Warner Powell’s second victim. If you look closely at the left side of her neck, you can still see several scars from Powell’s savage attempt to cut her throat. I personally had a very hard time with this picture – It brought the crime to life and shook me up pretty badly.
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