I have news to share! I had a different post planned for today, but it can wait.
Six months ago I posted the story of how my friend Barbara Struncova disappeared. The story contains some small errors, some speculation and an immense amount of research. Whereas, technically, it must be considered fiction, it is a result of my profound and continuing effort to understand the truth. The segments of the story, put together, have received thousands of reads—far beyond anything I ever imagined. I can only understand this as the world answering back to me and to Barbara, “You have touched us.”
Many of you wrote back to me. I heard from Barbara’s friends, past friends and acquaintances of “Jim,” and many who have no connection to the story at all but are moved by this tragedy.
It is therefore with great joy that I share with you this piece of public information: “Jim”was arrested on May 28, 2015 in the airport in Denver, Colorado. He is being held, as I write these words, on charges of passport theft and identity fraud. There are no other charges at this time and it is not in the best interest of justice for me to speculate or further comment on anything that is not related to the existing charges. But it is safe to hope and pray, and it is safe say that I am jubilant as his lies begin to unravel! I feel that it is important for me to continue to call this individual “Jim” in this forum, as what I am suggesting he as done goes far beyond fraud. If you would like to know his real name, your friend Google will be happy to provide that.
There a poem that I want to share on this happy occasion. I wrote it months ago when this day was only a dream. It is for all of who have reached out to me for the sake of Barbara. Words are power.
Crimson Flag of Silence
We will raise for you
a monument of words.
We will build a tower
to the sky here
in this city of Babel
where all the voices
gather into one language
speaking your name,
We will not be
We will pile word
upon word up
to the doorstep of God,
constructing for you a fortress
an indestructible testament that we have
not imagined your life
or your death.
From its highest pinnacle we will
fly the crimson flag of