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12/13/77 Defendant
entered a plea of “not guilty” on all counts.
06/21/78 The jury found
the defendant guilty on all counts.
06/22/78 Upon advisory sentencing, the jury,
by a 9 to 3 majority, voted for the death penalty.
10/20/78 The defendant
was sentenced as followed:
Count I: First-Degree
Murder - Death
Count II: Sexual Battery –
55 years
Count III:
Burglary - 30 years
01/14/91 The
United States Court of Appeals for the 11th Circuit affirmed
the District Court’s decision to grant Booker’s Petition for Writ of
Habeas Corpus, and his case was remanded for resentencing.
03/27/98 Upon advisory sentencing, the new
jury, by an 8 to 4 majority, voted for the death penalty.
06/25/98 The defendant was resentenced as
followed:
Count I: First-Degree
Murder - Death
Count II: Sexual Battery –
55 years
On 11/21/78, Booker filed his
initial Direct Appeal in the Florida Supreme Court. In the appeal,
Booker argued that the court erred during the penalty phase when it
allowed the prosecutor to ask incriminating questions based on
privileged information from psychiatric reports. He also contended that
the court erred in permitting a prejudicial and graphic photograph of
the victim to be introduced as evidence. Booker sought the reversal of
his conviction of burglary and claimed that the trial court erred in its
application of non-statutory aggravating factors. The Florida Supreme
Court affirmed the convictions and sentence of death on 03/19/81 and the
mandate was issued on 08/14/81.
On 07/20/81, Booker filed a
Petition for Writ of Certiorari in the United States Supreme Court,
which was denied on 10/19/81.
The defendant then filed a
Motion to Vacate Judgment and Sentence (3.850) in the Circuit Court on
04/13/82. Booker contended there were revelations in the case based on
new conclusions drawn by a psychiatrist that he suffered from a
psychiatric disease at the time of the murder. That motion was
subsequently denied on 04/14/82, after which, Booker filed an appeal in
the Florida Supreme Court on 04/15/82. On 04/19/82, the Florida Supreme
Court issued its opinion affirming the denial of the 3.850.
Booker proceeded to file a
Petition for Writ of Habeas Corpus and an application for stay of
execution in the United States District Court, Northern District, on
04/13/82. The District Court denied the stay orally on 04/19/82 and the
petition on 04/20/82. Next, Booker filed an appeal of the denial of his
Petition for Writ of Habeas Corpus in the United States Court of Appeals
for the 11th Circuit on 04/19/82. Booker contended that his
right against self-incrimination was not upheld when prosecutors
presented privileged information from psychiatric reports during the
penalty phase of the trial. Booker also argued that the introduction of
his prior violent behavior as evidence allowed the jury to consider
non-statutory aggravating factors. At the same time, the court limited
the non-statutory mitigating circumstances that the jury heard. The
United States Court of Appeals for the 11th Circuit affirmed
the denial of the Petition for Writ of Habeas Corpus on 04/25/83.
The defendant again filed a
Petition for Writ of Certiorari in the United States Supreme Court on
08/01/83. The petition was denied on 10/17/83
Booker filed a 3.850 Motion and
an application for a stay of execution in the State Circuit Court on
11/08/83. On 11/14/83 an evidentiary hearing was held to explore
Booker’s claim of ineffective counsel. The motion was denied on
11/16/83. The defendant appealed the denial of his 3.850 Motion in the
Florida Supreme Court on 11/15/83. The Florida Supreme court affirmed
the denial of the 3.850 Appeal and the stay of execution on 11/17/83.
Booker concurrently filed a Petition for Writ of Habeas Corpus and a
Petition for Writ of Mandamus, which were also denied on 11/17/83.
On 11/16/83, Booker filed
another Petition for Writ of Habeas Corpus in the United States District
Court, Northern District. The petition was denied on 04/17/84, after
which Booker filed an appeal of that decision in the United States Court
of Appeals for the 11th Circuit on 05/07/84. The court
deemed Booker’s claim of ineffective counsel to be an abuse of writ
because he purposefully delayed the assertion when it could have been
introduced in his first petition. Several other claims were barred by
procedural default, as they, too, should have been brought up in
Booker’s Direct Appeal in the Florida Supreme Court. The United States
Court of Appeal for the 11th Circuit affirmed the denial of
the Petition for Writ of Habeas Corpus on 06/21/85.
A Petition for Writ of
Certiorari was filed on 09/25/85 and subsequently denied on 11/04/85.
Booker then submitted a request
to reopen his second 3.850 Motion and an application for a stay of
execution in the State Circuit Court on 09/26/85. The court granted an
evidentiary hearing to consider reopening Booker’s motion and a stay on
09/26/85.
Booker implored the State
Circuit Court to reopen his second 3.850 Motion, which claimed
ineffectiveness of counsel. Booker insisted that the court re-examine
the case because the decision they reached was based upon false
information. The trial court held an evidentiary hearing on 01/10/86,
and concluded that Booker could not adequately prove that fraud was
committed upon the court. The trial court also noted that the filing of
successive motions without introducing any new claims constituted abuse
of post-conviction relief. The court, therefore, denied all relief on
01/27/86. The defendant then appealed the decision not to reopen his
second 3.850 Motion to the Florida Supreme Court on 01/29/86. The
Florida Supreme Court affirmed the denial of relief on 01/05/87.
Booker again filed a Petition
for Writ of Habeas Corpus in the United States District Court, Northern
Circuit, on 02/25/86. Booker also filed action pursuant to Federal Rule
of Civil Procedure 60(b). Booker asked the court to vacate the denials
of his first and second federal habeas petitions in lieu of fraudulent
testimony given by Stephen Bernstein, the defendant’s prior attorney.
The court denied Booker’s petition on 05/22/86. Booker swiftly filed an
appeal of the decision in the United States Court of Appeals for the 11th
Circuit on 06/24/86. Since Booker could not convincingly prove that
Bernstein lied to the court, the United States Court of Appeals agreed
with the District Court’s finding that Booker’s third Petition for Writ
of Habeas Corpus was indeed an abuse of writ. The court affirmed the
denial of relief on 08/05/87.
Booker filed his second state
Habeas Petition in the Florida Supreme Court on 07/29/87. Booker
petitioned that he was entitled to relief because the jury was not
instructed to consider non-statutory mitigating factors during advisory
sentencing proceedings. The Florida Supreme Court ruled that even
though the jury was not given proper instruction regarding the
consideration of non-statutory mitigating evidence, such an error was
harmless in light of the numerous statutory aggravating circumstances.
The Florida Supreme Court denied the Petition for Writ of Habeas Corpus
on 01/14/88.
On 02/22/88, Booker filed
Petition for Writ of Certiorari in the United States Supreme Court from
the United States Circuit Court of Appeals for the 11th
Circuit. The petition was denied on 04/18/88.
On 03/18/88, Booker filed
another Petition for Writ of Certiorari in the United States Supreme
Court from the Florida Supreme Court. That petition was denied on
06/13/88.
On 05/14/91, the State filed a
Petition for Writ of Certiorari in the United States Supreme Court. The
petition was denied on 10/07/91.
On 06/25/98, after a new penalty
phase before a new jury, Stephen Booker was again sentenced to death for
the 11/09/77 murder of Lorine Demoss Harmon.
After resentencing, Booker filed
his Direct Appeal in the Florida Supreme Court on 07/13/98. Booker
argued that the court erred by failing to instruct the jury on the
consecutive sentences he must serve due to prior convictions. Booker
also asserted that the State used a peremptory to discriminatorily
remove a potential black woman from the new jury. Lastly, Booker
claimed that the death penalty was disproportional in his case, and that
to execute him after having spent 20-plus years on death row would
constitute cruel and unusual punishment. On 10/05/00 the Florida
Supreme Court affirmed the new death sentence imposed by the State
Circuit Court.
Booker filed a Petition for Writ
of Certiorari in the United States Supreme Court on 02/28/01. The
petition was denied on 05/14/01.
On 09/26/01, Booker filed a
3.850 Motion to Vacate Judgment and Sentence in the State Circuit Court
and amended the motion on 05/18/04 and 01/18/05. An Evidentiary Hearing
was held on 09/16/05, and the motion was denied on 12/01/05.
By Bruce Weber -
The New York Times
March 9, 2004
RAIFORD, Fla. — Stephen
Todd Booker, who at 50 has been on death row for more than half
his life, was explaining how his imagination kept working without
the stimuli that most people take for granted. "I remember
thinking one time — I'd already been here a while — and I realized
I hadn't seen a star in 12 years," he said in an interview at the
Union Correctional Institution here. "And I started to wonder
about them, thinking they'd changed or something, and I wrote this
poem imagining stars but from the perspective of a bat."
As a prison poet, a man whose creative spirit was set
free by his body's confinement, Mr. Booker is in some ways a familiar
American archetype. But unlike some jailhouse writers who have become
celebrated causes (the murderer Jack Henry Abbott comes to mind), he has
never been well known. He is, however, an indisputably accomplished poet
whose work has appeared in top-level literary publications like The
Kenyon Review, Seneca Review and Field, and has been championed by poets
like Denise Levertov and Hayden Carruth.
"I'd have to say that anyone who has done 10 really
glorious poems, and he's approaching that number, is a serious member of
the inner sanctum," said Stuart Friebert, a former editor of Field who
is retired from the creative writing department of Oberlin College. What
is so exciting about Mr. Booker's work, he said, is that while there are
poets who have influenced it — Gwendolyn Brooks is one — his combination
of vernacular and formal language, and his perspective on the world give
him a singular voice.
Having lived for 26 years under the threat of
execution — a literal sword of Damocles — Mr. Booker can be seen as a
case history: the criminal artist. Naturally gifted and emotionally
tormented, he is an autodidact who did not take up the serious writing
of poetry until after he went to prison and who has developed his craft
entirely within a life of extreme circumscription.
The poem Mr. Booker was speaking about, "I, When a
Bumblebee Bat," appeared in his book "Tug" (Wesleyan University Press,
1994), and like much of his often difficult work it contorts syntax with
startling facility, deftly maneuvers the tools of prosody and leaps
boldly from image to image as if laying down a challenge to the reader
to follow him. Also characteristic, it echoes with the pangs of
isolation:
Only twice in twelve long years
Has the Self in me transformed
To weighing less than a cent,
And blended with the evening,
Or heard ringing in my ears,
Or seen a star do its thing,
Umbrellaed aloft on air.
Swooping into a huge swarm
Of mosquitoes and gnats, there,
On velvety wings, I went
Gliding and eating until
Chilled to my buoyant marrow,
Convinced not to eat my fill,
To leave some for tomorrow.
To be clear: Mr. Booker's is not a romantic story,
not a redemption story. He is a murderer, and his crime was especially
despicable. On Nov. 9, 1977, evidently in a rage fueled by drugs and
alcohol, he sexually attacked and stabbed to death Lorine Demoss Harmon
in her Gainesville apartment, less than an hour from here in north-central
Florida. She was 94.
Sentenced to death 11 months later, Mr. Booker is
still alive because of a confusing welter of motions and appeals that in
1988 led to a United States District Court judge remanding the case for
resentencing. Another decade passed before that resentencing happened,
and by then several of Mr. Booker's literary supporters, as well as some
of his victim's relatives, asked that he be allowed to live out his
natural life in prison. But once again a jury voted to execute him. That
sentence is being appealed.
"I won't be able to write fast enough, long enough,
voluminously enough to make up for the stuff I've done," Mr. Booker
admitted.
His story does, however, raise questions about poetry
(what is it? what is it worth?) and poets (who are they? what do they
need?), and about the value of individual lives and capital punishment.
Mr. Carruth, who has never met Mr. Booker but whose correspondence with
him goes back 20 years, said in an interview, "He's an intelligent guy,
a talented guy, and intelligent and talented guys are not to be wasted."
Mr. Booker's story also yields a glimpse into a world
— death row — that few people experience and maybe no other successful
poet has to draw on. He almost spits his words when he speaks of the
seemingly ever-changing rules of the prison and what he sees as the ever-increasing
indignities of prison life, some as small as the fact that prisoners are
no longer allowed writing implements other than finger-size flexible
pens, which they must buy.
He clearly lives with intense stress, "not knowing
whether they're going to whack you or what," he said. "That's an
everyday thought, whether they're going to snuff you."
In addition to his poems Mr. Booker has written a
volume of cabalistic biblical interpretation and a breathless
autobiography. He is also a prolific letter writer, and as his
correspondents attest, he can betray a frightening anger in his letters.
He is always on his guard. A year after the murder,
when Page Zyromski, the great-niece of the woman Mr. Booker killed,
wrote to him to say she forgave him, he wrote back, Ms. Zyromski said,
asking, "What are you, some kind of goody-two-shoes?"
"I wrote back to him, `I guess I am a goody-two-shoes,'
" said Ms. Zyromski, 61, a religious writer and retired teacher who has
visited Mr. Booker in prison several times from her home in Painesville,
Ohio.
The interview with Mr. Booker would ordinarily have
been conducted in a small cell with a pane of thick glass separating him
from a reporter, but because of a power failure at the prison the
interview took place in a common room where there was sufficient light.
Wearing an orange jumpsuit and white sneakers, Mr.
Booker, trim and fit looking with hints of gray at his temples and a
receding hairline, was led into the room with his wrists and ankles
shackled. His lawyer, Harry P. Brody, was present, as were four armed
guards, 20 feet or so away.
The interview lasted about 90 minutes, and Mr. Booker
revealed the crafty, aggressive intelligence that is apparent in his
poems and a fierce pride in his abilities. As he does when he writes, in
conversation he uses a vividly amalgamated vocabulary, part formal
English, part street vernacular. He speaks with a slight lisp, softly,
and, as though measuring his conversation partner, carefully. He affects
a calm, but his manner is taut. He declined to speak about his crime
except to say that it was among many things in his life that he wished
had never happened.
At times he can be unnervingly self-aware.
"I may be paranoid," he said. "That would take
somebody else to diagnose, but if I am, it has served me well in here."
Mr. Booker, who said he never knew his father, was
born in Brooklyn. He and an older brother were reared by his mother, who
worked mostly as a civil servant, and her two sisters. In a bitter poem
called "Democracy" he paid tribute to his mother, who died, he said,
when she was 46, describing her as "a dandelion seed of a woman" who was
nonetheless "the embodiment of strong."
In "Wisdom" he wrote about life in Brooklyn with
striking, impolitic candor:
We kids did chase and stone a goofy square.
None of us knew the dude. A lapsed rabbi? . . .
Maybe . . . none of us cared. Shoeless, he ran
Through Crown Heights, and on into East New York
And while his life outdoors was rough and tumble, at
home, he said, he read voraciously: Virgil and Homer, Robert Louis
Stevenson, Shakespeare, the Bible, Edgar Allan Poe.
"I lived two lives," he said. "Outside I was a thief
and a hustler. I used drugs. But I was a bookworm in the house. Both my
aunts belonged to the Book-of-the-Month Club, and as they got older,
they worked as domestics for white families, and the families would
throw away books. So they brought books home. I was never at a loss for
anything to read."
He said he left school at 14, eventually joined the
Army and was sent to Okinawa, Japan. In "Sandii," a poem that shows off
his acute ear for dialect, he wrote about a romance with a Japanese
woman. One stanza takes place in a restaurant:
Before lowering the extra large milk,
she whispered, "You ordering that whiskey
and a beer is bummer. This is place of eating,
not to do boilermaker, Stevosan. You tripping?"
Heroin was his drug of choice, though he said that he
did everything, and that alcohol was his real downfall. After the Army,
he said, he slipped back into the hoodlum life, ending up in Florida. He
was arrested for robbery and served three and a half years of a five-year
sentence. Shortly after his release he committed the crime he has been
paying for ever since.
It was early in his confinement, he said, that he
decided to revisit his reading.
"When I got here," he said, "I wasn't going to let my
mind just ferment. I started thinking that maybe everything I'd read
hadn't done me any good, and I almost convinced myself that what I'd
read had got me into prison, that it was too informative about life,
that it answered too many questions for a young guy. You know,
translations of Baudelaire, William Burroughs. You're not supposed to be
reading `Naked Lunch' at 11, `Doors of Perception,' by Huxley. That had
me in the kitchen cabinets trying to get off on nutmeg."
He continued: "When I got to death row, I couldn't
blame it on society. I knew I'd put myself in prison. But if this was
the end of my life, I wasn't going to sit in a cell and watch TV or
crane my neck trying to look out the window at the other wing of the
prison."
Mr. Booker said that he had not been writing because
of stress and frustration at being unable to get his manuscripts typed.
Even so, he said, he has about a dozen poems circulating at various
publications.
"Writing is like a magic carpet or a time machine,"
he said, before the guards cuffed his wrists again and led him away. "I
go back in time to my own experience. I finally saw stars again, you
know, when I was coming back from court or something. And they hadn't
changed. I got it right. So I can leave the cell in my poems."