Yes, I want to share.... I don't know why? I want
to scream to the world! I feel nuts sometimes, but yes, I need to
share... so if you care to read/listen and respond, I promise you
it is much appreciated. Email: firstname.lastname@example.org
MY DAD WAS KILLED for what? $20.00, it makes me feel sick
every single day of my life. He was safe in his own home! I now
KNOW, that NO ONE is safe, ever.
The following is an outline of events that I, the daughter of Kenneth
Patterson believe happened. I've only learned of these events through
my own experience, media & newspapers, and of the trial/hearings.
My Dad was murdered Nov 12, 2001 in PORTLAND, Oregon.
Dad had just bought and moved into a home in SE Portland Oregon
only about 30 days before his murder/crime happened to him. He had
made a new acquaintance with a fellow in the neighborhood. A 30
something old man, a thud in my opinion, he is a guy his daughter's
age. My Dad always felt he could or would helped anyone, anyway
he could. This man probably appeared to dad as an alcoholic/druggie,
but Dad a recovered alcoholic himself would always try to save others
from alcohol or drugs or maybe for other reasons persons that were
just down and out. He would try to help the. Shortly after Dad had
moved into this nice little cottage home, a home that for many years,
he had been searching for. My Dad had been here and there and didn't
have the means to really get into a place that was ideal for him.
He finally, found this home Sept/Oct 2001. It was everything Dad
needed and in the perfect location. He was truly happy.
Although a year before, Dad had suffered from a heart condition
and was really focusing on health and being well. I visited my father
at Providence Hospital during the week he was there exactly 1 year
before his death. In hind sight, I try to think of that time, where
I held his hand, and told him how much I loved him, and asked him
the dreaded awful thing like, "Dad, I don't know, if you had
died, I don't know what you want? I hate to even mention it, but
you're in your 60s I think since this happened I feel I should ask,
because I love you and want what you want done for you." Dad
was religious about his health, even seeing a natural doctor, got
his teeth fixed up, and even tried very hard to stop smoking.
One day soon after he had moved into his paradise home, Danny must
have been walking on by and started to chat with Dad. Dad was always
good about hiring people to do things he needed done. I'm certain
Dad offered Danny a task of raking leaves and Dad knew Danny would
take the money and buy alcohol or drugs so Dad struck a deal and
offered him a bicycle in trade for raking the October leaves on
his property. It was probably a really decent bike. My Dad had been
finding old TOUR/race bikes, refurbishing and reselling them for
a hobby. Danny accepted the bike as payment for the work. Later
on, weeks or days, I don't know Danny came back to my Dad's house.
He told Dad the bike had been stolen. RIGHT? I'm sure my Dad felt
he'd hawked the bike for drug/booze money. My Dad, if he gave you
anything, you had better take care of it and show respect. You don't
just leave it around to be stolen! If you did, you didn't get second
chance. If you cherished what ever he gave to you, you'd probably
get a bunch more stuff from him.
That visit, I understand that Dad may have even fed Danny a meal
and they talked about bikes and Dad showed Danny a few prize Tour
De France bikes he had in his living room.
The evening of Monday, Nov 12, 2001, Danny Flack was kicked out
of his sister's home. He had no where to go, so where did he go?
Danny went to my Dad's home. He knocked on the door and Dad came
outside. They smoked a cigarette together and they started talking
about bikes. Then Dad took Danny to the garage to show him something
as they were talking about brakes, so I was told. In the garage
Danny asked my Dad for $20.00. My Dad said NO. Danny got mad and
beat my Dad to death with a hammer, then strangled him with an electrical
cord and gagged him. Danny left my Dad pad-locked in his own garage
after taking his keys, wallet, then stole Dad's car.
I worked with my Dad on a web site as we sold stuff. I was the
one that started telling people that I couldn't get a hold of Dad.
Nov 14, 2001, my brother finally got a hold of a room-mate that
was in the process of moving in, a friend of 13 years, and begged
him to look in the garage, as we'd found out that the home had been
robbed the night before. This room-mate said Dad's expensive bikes
were gone. Dad hadn't been home and didn't know where he could be?
The garage was kept pad-locked as Dad did all his refurbishing of
stuff and hobbies and it was off limits to any room-mates he had.
His car which was typically in the drive-way or street wasn't around
either. This room-mate just felt that Dad was gone, not home. No
car, the garage locked. My brother asked are you sure the bikes
aren't in the garage? The room-mate broke the pad-lock and found
Dad dead in the garage.
The saddest part of all this to me is so SHOCKING. Us the family,
we are TOLD NOTHING! I learned most of what I knew in the beginning
from the web sites of PORTLAND TV news or the Oregonian newspaper.
The POLICE, DETECTIVES, NO ONE, could or would tell us anything.
We were not allowed on to Dad's property for several weeks, nor
were we allowed a body to be put to rest.
I learned that Dad had been strangled while driving my car in the
rain in Aloha, Oregon; it's a suburb of Portland, Oregon. We went
to pick up his ashes and my Mother grabbed a piece of paper from
the bag, thinking it was a receipt and it was a death certificate.
SHE SCREAMED he was also strangled!?!?!?!. I almost wrecked my car.
We had only learned of the blunt force trauma to his head. Cause
of death said the coroner.
Danny went on a rampage that whole week. He kidnapped another man.
Since Danny had stolen my Dads keys, wallet and car he came back
to the house the NEXT DAY because Dad hadn't been found. Danny used
Dad's keys and went into the Dad's house and robbed it. This would
have been Tuesday. Danny had lost the keys to Dad's car in the house
during the robbery, not knowing until he'd gotten back to the car
and found he didn't have them. He went back to the house, and it
was locked... Danny broke a window and went back into my Dad's house..
BLOOD/ DNA evidence was found in several areas of Dad's home Danny
couldn't find the keys, so he left back to the car on foot where
he had a bike he'd stolen. That Tuesday night the room-mate had
come home to discover the robbery. The police were called to the
scene and a full police report was done. No one thought anything
about Dad not being at home.
I found Dad's keys after we were let in, and I was cleaning up
Dad's house. I said, "This is weird... these look like Dad's
everyday keys... ones he used for his car and the house?"
WEIRD THING IS... I held them at my desk every day.... and this
was the end of November. At this time I knew nothing of this story
you've just read. I didn't learn anything re: these events until
March 2002 when Danny wanted a BAIL HEARING.
At the BAIL HEARING we heard most of this horrible crime and all
its details. NO one ever sat us down to explain or give us information.
No, we had to learn it all by sitting in the court room, in there
while the DA attorney had the DETECTIVE on the stand, all while
I look at the back of Danny's head. I can't even express in words
about how it felt or how stressful it was. The detective when on
the stand quoted some of the things said when Danny was first being
interrogated. They asked Danny did you hit Mr. Patterson more than
once?". "Yes", said Danny. They asked Danny was it
more than 6 times? "Yes", said Danny. Could it been more
than 12? "Yes", said Danny. Another part I remember was
when they asked Danny why did you gag Mr. Patterson? Danny said,
"To shut him up, he was screaming." We learned of the
events of the kidnapping which occurred on Wed. just as Dad's body
was being found.
Bail was denied and the real horror hit me because I didn't know
what really had happened until that day in March. I had always hoped
Dad had been caught off guard.
Struck once and maybe he never knew... but that's not the case.
3 weeks after this HEARING... I learned that Danny... has an INDENTICAL
TWIN. WHAT ARE THE FREAKING ODDS of THAT?!
This twin appeared to have warrant out on for arrest. So, I was
thinking, OH let's go for the death penalty on Danny, but there
is an identical twin also with a worse police record...OUT THERE!
I could run into him on the streets, this was and is a VERY HARD
THING TO SWALLOW.
In May Danny decided to PLEAD GUILTY. THANK GOD! We were scheduled
for full blow trial coming November 2002. Hopefully, a DEATH PENALTY
trial. Danny spared us all that. His brother also attended this
So, the saga is very long, but one thing that was the hardest for
me still is I finally got Dad's car out of the Police impound lot.
I got it home to. I cleaned it. I polished it. The killer had slept
in that car. UGH. I decided to drive it that day afterwards to the
store to buy myself a beer. My Dad would have hated that! But, I
did.... I moved the steering wheel, and something fell out. I picked
it up. HUM? Dad's BiMart Card... "OH DADDIE" what a dumb
place to stash that... I giggled, but then more came out. THEN MORE
ITEMS! 17 items in all fell to the floor of his car. UNBELIEVABLE!
I was shaking. It was Dad's OR drivers license; all his wallet belongings!
Then a list of music bands in hand writing, they said: CREED, STAIND,
LINCOLN PARK, grunge list of bands? I found a suicide letter which
was left in the car by the killer. Also, a list of peoples names
with numbers. All stuff I believe Danny didn't want to be caught
with. Maybe these were Danny's contacts? Could be drug dealers?
I learned later that some of the numbers were not phone but SID
(State Id numbers) you get them once you're a criminal. WONDERFUL!
I didn't realize this list was not Dad's until I called Karen, a
name on the list. Karen was an old girlfriend of Dad's which I was
trying to find. I never knew her last name. I did not find Karen,
but I did find an angry evil man screaming at me. Quickly then I
knew OH CRAP this is NOT my Dad's friends phone numbers, but the
Danny's, the killers! I could not believe that the detectives or
police didn't find this stuff in my Dad's the car. I called DA office
and the detectives and told them and they asked me if I would mind
looking through Dad's car more? UGH! The actual hammer was never
yet found, I fear it is in the damn ca. I still have this car. This
car is for sale. I have to drive by it everyday. Making my stomach
You can read all that I've done.... so far and info about it online
I am angry. I am now fighting for CRIME VICTIMS RIGHTS too. You
would expect someone could tell you information. THEY DON'T and
the media well, they don't even tell the truth. The stories I read
were not all true. And they purposely left certain things out. It
seems so misleading to me. I have no faith in media, investigations,
police work, and court. It also really made me look at the JOURNALISM
industry and think.. What the hell is it for? It's a tool... that's
all. The police/detectives and all... they just use it when they
need.... It's not REAL NEWS.
So, I'm still grieving really hard. Some days, I don't think much
about it... then others I can't stop thinking: HOW, WHY, IS? DID?
MY DAD REALLY DIE murder ed... ALONE??? BEATEN??? He never deserved
I hope you don't mind... but this is so important to me. I want
all people to know, that my Dad, wasn't in the wrong place at the
wrong time. I hate to think people take for granted how dangerous
PEOPLE can be. My Dad loved Lake Oswego, Oregon, Portland Oregon,
Eugene, Oregon, and Hood River, Oregon so very much. I ran his Obit
everywhere I could, but I don't think people really remembered him,
and the media certainly didn't cover his murder story at all. Weird
to me, yes a young girl killed.... or boy... it's all over the news
and IT IS SAD too. But, a 65 yr old nice man, Dad, Grandfather,
and a great friend to many not really much news unless it's used
for other reasons. I think children dying are the worse and most
painful stories, don't get me wrong, but I also think so many more
murders/wrongful deaths happen and we just never even know. THAT
Sept. 11, then Nov 12/14 2001. Then watching the terror of a SNIPPER,
I started to think that death meant murder. It's taken me sometime
to remember, some people do live long, or not, but die of natural
unavoidable reasons. I hate that someone else can make a decision
to take a life. That is the death I dread. It is NOT for someone
else to decide.
Believe me.... it's the SHORTENED VERSION.... sorry!