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How many times have we been in a situation that pushes us to our limit and we feel we have no way out? For Melisa Schonfield, her breaking point came when the justice system failed her and she decided to take matters into her own hands-by hiring a hitman to kill the father of her grandson.
Melisa's family was the last place you
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BITTER or Better - the inmate formerly known as 15G0717
Contents
Forward
Preface
Chapter 1 The Dream
Chapter 2 Bitter
Chapter 3 Mama Bear
Chapter 4 Full Court Press
Chapter 5 Crime and Punishment
Chapter 6 Reception at Bedford Hills
Chapter 7 Limbo or Reality at Bedford Hills
Chapter 8 Life at Taconic Correctional Facility in Bedford Hills, NewYork
Forward
When the news first broke, it shocked everyone. Melisa Schonfield, a 57-year-old wife, mother and grandmother, a therapist, was accused of hiring a hitman to murder the father of her grandson. Police claimed this well-respected and successful woman in Watertown, New York, who was married to a prominent dentist
at the time, met an undercover detective at a local Walmart parking lot and provided a $5,500 down payment, half of the agreed-upon $11,000, to end the life of the man she said was abusing her daughter and grandson. She was pulled over minutes after leaving, arrested, and after pleading guilty to second-degree attempted murder, she would be sentenced to five years in prison. While incarcerated, separated from the daughter and grandchild she sought to protect, her health would rapidly decline. About half-way through, her husband would file for divorce. This family is the last place where you would expect to find a murder for hire plot. These were esteemed members of the community. Melisa was a Licensed Certified Social Worker. She specialized in couple or marital issues, depression, interpersonal relationships, parenting issues, stress, anxiety, behavioral problems, and personality disorders. But there was a hidden side of alleged abuse few people knew about, some buried in Melisa’s own childhood, and now unguarded with her own daughter, whose boyfriend was violent and threatening. If you were to meet Melisa, you might be surprised at what you see. She seems like a typical mom and grandma, which she is. And when you think of a person imprisoned for hiring a hitman, she is not what you might imagine. White, upper- middle class devoted mother of two, with graying hair and youthful skin and a cane, she is a fascinating combination of humility and fury. She does not see herself as a victim, and she readily owns responsibility for the crime she attempted to commit. She has deep regrets, struggling to reconcile the conscience of a moral life with the fact that she attempted to have someone killed. How did she wind up here? This is a woman who, motivated by fear, could not see any other choices, and in a frenzy of desperation and despair, plotted and paid for a murder. A mother who saw no other way to protect her family. A wife deeply devoted to her marriage that would later betray her; a grandmother who took in her grandson only to be separated from him for five years. A woman pushed to the edge. A woman who went that far and paid the price. A woman who did what so many of us wonder if we might do -- make the problem go away by any means necessary. This is the story that speaks to all of us not only in our personal lives, however they may unfold, but also to the society we all live in that is riddled with system failures. A mental health expert who received no help from the institutions designed to assist her when she was suffering from a mental breakdown, enforcement that turned its back to the persistent harassment and threats from the father, a judicial process that showcased her crime for clickbait, a prison system with no means for rehabilitation, no competency to address her desperately needed medical care. Even the aftermath of Melisa’s release was fraught with system failures. This is what can happen to a person when the societal institutions we rely on go awry, from maternal to marital to medical to legal to the punitive one allegedly designed to repair. And ultimately, this is a story of personal triumph, how a prisoner freed herself from the prison of her mind. This is a story that could happen to anyone.
-Elizabeth Shepard
Preface
Just the Facts
This is my personal journal that I wrote daily, and in retrospect, documents the transformation from an imprisoned J-Bird to the Free Bird I am today.
My daughter, Alexis, wound up moving back in with my husband and me when her son, Eli, was three months old. The abusive situation between my daughter and the baby’s father became too dangerous, so we got her out on Thanksgiving weekend, when the baby’s father was away. It was very stressful in and of itself—having a grown, wounded daughter, and her dogs, and her baby, living in our house—and while I was relieved to be in a position to help her, our daily life only got worse.
We nicknamed Eli’s father ‘Piece of Shit Sperm Donor,’ or POSSD. That is all he ever was to me. POSSD continued to harass Alexis, calling and texting incessantly. Threatening her. Stalking her from afar. He would directly and indirectly threaten Alexis. I got the idea from his threats that he was planning on taking the baby to his country of origin, and she would never see him again. It never seemed like it was going to end. It was like poking somebody over and over again. The constant provocations, the helplessness, the strain, the fear of what was going to happen to my daughter and grandson if he made good on his word -- my terror became overwhelming, all-consuming, and larger-than-life. I just lost it. I vowed to keep them safe by any means necessary.
Systems are in place to protect abused women and children, and few people know these systems better than I do -- in fact, I have counseled people for years to solicit help from these systems. And we tried to use them. Alexis called the police several times to report his harassment and threats, asking for protection in the form of a restraining order. But these calls resulted only in a slap-on-POSSD’s-wrist. When confronted, he would be so polite, so agreeable. He would say,Yes, officer, I understand. I am so sorry, you have my word, I’m not going to do this again.
He lied. Alexis could have called Child Protective Services, and Alexis contemplated this for months, but it came with risks. I feared if Child Protective Services got involved, somehow or another my grandson would be separated not only from his dangerous father but also from his nurturing mother. Despite her petition for sole custody, Eli might wind up in foster care.
Alexis, my husband at the time, and I could have gone to counseling to manage the anxiety, fear, and resentment that was festering in our house like an open wound. But in the height of it all, this seemed silly, as it may have calmed our nerves but would fail to address the ultimate source of the problem: POSSD. It was getting worse and worse by the day. Then one night, my husband came into the bedroom and said to me, This has to end.
My daughter and my grandson’s half~sibling’s mother read on FaceBook how POSSD was bringing a woman from Peru to Miami. She remarked how she could not wait to raise all four of his children, especially the baby. The way my husband said end,
there was a finality to it. A permanence. I knew what he meant. This had to end for good. POSSD had to be stopped. By any means necessary. And there was no other way to make him stop in my mind than by having him, as they say in these upper middle-class social circles taken care of and removed.
I know it sounds crazy, but I think I was beginning to acknowledge the impact my own traumatic past had on me. I was reminded of the cycles of abuse, constant fear, helplessness, and hopelessness. I became desperate not only for my own safety to return, but also for my daughter, grandson, and all other parties directly involved. My thoughts caused me to be blinded by reality and I was no longer logical and/or rational.
In that state of panic, I asked myself: How do I make POSSD stop? And then I thought, how the hell does someone hire a hit man? And then I had an idea. One of my former patients was indebted to me, crediting me for restoring his life. I helped him find a way to function in the world again without feeling like his life was ruined. He was deeply grateful for my clinical skills and stated multiple times, If there is anything you ever need, anything, no matter what it is, just ask me.
I took that offer to heart.
I never thought my family would be faced with this terrifying state-of-affairs showing no possibility of relief, and when I felt it was my responsibility to make things better, I called him. I explained the situation. He listened. He told me we were on a cell phone and he could not help me. We hung up. Ten minutes passed and then I got a message from him, I will help you.
What felt like an eternity but was only a few days, my former patient told me an associate of his would be contacting me. Jay, a ‘hitman’, agreed to do the task because he was doing my former patient a favor. Now the only question was, how much does something like this cost?
In my mind it seemed like POSSD was a ‘blue-light special’. Not having done this before, when Jay suggested 10K plus 1K for expenses, since he would need to drive to Florida, I agreed. Jay and I arranged to meet so I could provide the down payment, which my father FedXed to my husband’s office. He brought the money home and placed it in our safe. My husband purchased a disposable phone from Walmart for my exclusive use of this transaction.
Jay suggested we meet at the Walmart parking lot at an agreed upon time. He would find my car in the parking lot. The decision had been made, the plans all in place. It was October 30th, and we were ready. My husband and I casually met friends for dinner at a restaurant in the local mall. No one had an inkling of what was going to happen. When we got home that night, I remember being quiet and pensive. We got into bed and as we lay there, I held my husband’s hand and told him that I had a bad feeling. Maybe we should not do this.
Confidently, my husband remarked, No one knows except us. No one knows but you, me, your dad, and Jay.
I know. I just have a bad feeling, like I’m going to get caught.
You’re not going to get caught,
my husband assured me. Still, I had a sixth sense. In case I do get caught, I’m not taking you down with me. Someone must be here to look after our family. If I get caught, I’m going down alone.
Of course, my husband agreed.
When morning came, Alexis saw the disposable phone her father had picked up for me to use. She became inquisitive, and I snapped it was none of her business. Then I went about my day. I was not nervous anymore. I suppose it was the calm before the storm.
My husband was having breakfast at a diner with Alexis and Eli on Halloween morning. I stopped to pick up my unsweetened Trenta green tea, with light ice, from Starbucks. I filled my car up with gas and drove to Walmart. There were a few cars there, but I did not see any police cars. I parked along the guardrail thinking it would give me better access if someone were watching me. And I waited. I was thinking of peace, family laughing together, joy, everything I was currently missing but craving. I could bring that back. I could save everyone.
There was a knock on my passenger window, and Jay got in and shut the door. I opened the FedEx envelope that had my husband’s name and office address on it. I asked Jay to take the bills, all in hundreds, as I had already wiped them down. I handed him the money, which he accepted. He looked at me and said, Are you sure you want to go through with it?
Couldn’t you just hurt him so he can’t hurt anyone, no more children or women?
I asked. Jay responded, I don’t leave witnesses.
And then I thought: I am a witness. But if I am going to die, I am taking POSSD with me. I have already had a great life; it would be worth it. My family would be safe. Everything will be okay.
Jay continued to discuss the plan and asked me if I needed proof of the transaction.
I told him I was not sure. He said,