Mistakes were made

New York City meets Munich

Look both ways

March 8th, 2002 · No Comments · Uncategorized

I’ve heard Texas is well known for it’s larger than life hospitality, but this sure exceeds my expectations:

When Gregory Glenn Biggs’ body was found in October in Cobb Park, evidence pointed to a hit-and-run.

But in the past two weeks, police have learned that Biggs lived for two or three days after he was hit, lying on a car hood in a southeast Fort Worth garage, his body trapped in the windshield.

Despite Biggs’ pleas, police said, the driver refused to help and left him to die. Afterward, the body was dumped in the park.

Wednesday, police arrested Chante Mallard, a 25-year-old nurse’s aide, basing their case primarily on Mallard’s confession about four months later of what happened on an October night as she drove near the East Loop 820 split with U.S. 287.

By Mallard’s account, as told to police, she had been drinking and using Ecstasy that October night and was driving home when she struck a man. The impact hurled him headfirst through the windshield, his broken legs protruding onto the hood.

She panicked, she said, and with the man lodged in the windshield, she drove a few miles to her home. There, she parked her 1997 Chevrolet Cavalier in the garage and lowered the door.

Biggs pleaded for help, she told police.

He got none. Not then, or for the next two or three days, as he remained lodged in the windshield, bleeding and slowly going into shock, police said.

Mallard told police she periodically went into the garage to check on the man. She said she apologized profusely to him for what she had done but ignored his cries for help.

When the man died, several of the woman’s acquaintances helped remove his body, putting it into the trunk of another car and driving to Cobb Park, where they dumped it, police quoted the woman as saying.

There’s certain things in life that really prove who your friends are. Getting a friend to help you paint, or move, or getting rid of a dead body stuck in your windshield. It’s touching to see that this woman could rely on the help of not one, but several people. I doubt I could count on getting that type of assistance in this cold-hearted city.

I’d move to Texas, but I think I’d be afraid to cross the street.

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