I’m bumping this entry to the top of the queue for one very important reason. I know there are some folks out there (although too cowardly to actually be vocal) who are against capital punishment, who have doubts as to the indubitable guilt of Edward Nathaniel Bell, and who maybe think that putting him to death for the vicious murder of Ricky Timbrook may have been wrong.
I think the comment from former Winchester Police Chief Gary Reynolds may at least shed some light on the evidence that was not reported by the lamestream media. And maybe… just maybe… some of you who had doubts will understand a little better the extent of the evidence against him.
Bell is 100% guilty, period. The media has failed to mention the gun
shot residue on his hands, which is only there if you have fired a gun
in the prior 8 hours. The media failed to mention timbrook’s recorded
radio message as he was chasing the suspect, described the suspect down
to the gold emblem on the suspect’s hat, which matched bell’s. Bell
admitted he was there, heard the shot and then hid because he was
afraid! The evidence goes on and on. Oh, and we forgot to mention the 6
grams of cocaine Bell had in his pocket; he was convicted of possession
with intent to distribute. The media forgot to mention that Bell had a
hearing for the following Tuesday, Timbrook was the key witness, which
would have found Bell guilty of being in the country illegally and
would have sent him back to his country. Even though in court records,
the media has not reported on the two men he chopped with a machete
(sic?) and he spent time in a Jamaican prison. The list goes on and on.
line is this man killed a police officer to evade arrest. If he killed
a cop, he would certainly not think twice about killing an innocent
I have had to remain silent for 10 years because of my position. Thank you for telling the story as it needed to be told.
Is this the kind of rancid scumbag people want walking the streets?
I didn’t think so.
(Original blog entry below)
I don’t have a lot of time this morning. Work beckons with the intensity of a tornado in a trailer park in Oklahoma, but I need to mention this story briefly.
I worked as a reporter for WINC news in Winchester, Va. from 1998 to 2000 before switching to print journalism. As a news anchor and reporter for a local radio station, I got to know local officials and a number of local police officers very well. The vast majority of the cops I knew were absolutely wonderful people – dedicated to their jobs and their communities, committed to their families – just good, honorable people. Ricky Timbrook was one of them.
I didn’t know him well, but I did know him, as I knew most of the local police officers. I seem to remember he really liked kids and was dedicated to them. He was always kind to me whenever we spoke. If memory serves, he taught self defense classes to women and practiced martial arts as well.
I was working the news desk on a Saturday morning in late October 1999, when I heard about Ricky being murdered. Saturdays were usually slow days – I usually walked into work at 0445 wearing a pair of pajama pants and a baseball cap, but when I called the Winchester police department to see if there was anything to report, instead of the usual, “Nope, nothing’s been going on!” I was connected to a spokesman who explained the situation. I remember running around throughout the day, speaking with then-Police Chief Gary Reynolds, and realizing that Ricky Timbrook, a guy I knew just a bit, was shot to death two blocks from my house. I remember vaguely thinking, “Oh! That’s why there were all those helicopters flying around over my roof last night!”
The entire weekend was a blur, as I worked to gather all the information I could about the murder. Murder in Winchester was pretty big news. It’s a tiny little town. Murder of a police officer… that was unheard of in our small community!
Monday morning, I walked into the news room, gathered up copy for my first broadcast, and came into the studio for my first newscast of the day. It was the only time I couldn’t finish a newscast. It was the only time in my life I broke down crying in the middle of the broadcast. I’m not a particularly emotional person. Most people will tell you that I’m a cold bitch. That day, I barely got through it.
Yesterday, I was gratified to learn that the piece of fetid shit named Edward Nathaniel Bell who shot Ricky in the head at point blank range was finally put to death.
Edward N. Bell was strapped to a gurney, administered a sequence of
three drugs and pronounced dead at the Greensville Correctional Center
in Jarratt at 9:11 p.m., said Larry Traylor, a spokesman for the
Virginia Department of Corrections. Bell, 44, was convicted in the 1999
killing of Sgt. Ricky L. Timbrook, who was shot while chasing a
I remember the looks on the faces of my friends in the police department – their horrified, sad looks. I remember Ricky’s wife being pregnant at the time of the shooting. I remember the entire city turning out to say goodbye. Hopefully this gives them some closure.
If there’s a hell, Bell is surely burning in it, and I hope it hurts.