Skip to comments.Kokomo man admits to killing mother (says he was ‘sick of her’ )
Posted on 12/03/2011 12:48:30 PM PST by digger48
A Kokomo man suspected of beating his mother to death said he did it because he was sick of her.
Ronald J. Calverts jail house confession came a day after Kokomo police arrested him on a charge of murder in the death of his mother, Joyce A. Philapy.
I killed her. I beat her to death, Calvert, 50, said in an interview with the Kokomo Tribune Thursday morning at the Howard County jail.
I just got sick of her, Calvert said, seated in a chair inside the jails library.
Dont you ever get sick and tired of someone? I kicked her and beat her to death. What else do you want to know?
When asked about details of his crime, Calvert became argumentative, shouted obscenities at a reporter and jail staff and asked to return to his cell.
This is not Calverts first run-in with the law.
According to Howard County jail records, Calvert has been incarcerated 13 times since 1991 on various charges including arson, auto theft, public intoxication and resisting law enforcement.
Calvert was convicted of arson and sentenced in 1993 to serve 12 years in prison.
Then in 1999, while serving his time in Westville Correctional Facility in LaPorte County, Calvert pleaded guilty to attempted escape and was sentenced to two additional years in prison. He was released in 2005, according to the Indiana Department of Correction.
His latest arrest came in 2010 on charges of leaving the scene of an accident and operating a vehicle while never receiving a license. He was sentenced to 60 days in jail and a year of probation, according to Howard County court records.
(Excerpt) Read more at kokomotribune.com ...
Calvert said he had gotten into an argument with his mother earlier in the day and that he grabbed her by the hair and threw to the floor.
He also stated he punched her like a man and he kicked her in the head and legs as hard as he could, the document stated.
Calvert then said he grabbed a butcher knife from a jar in the kitchen and stabbed her one to two times in the stomach and legs.
He further told police he tried to slit her throat, but thought he missed. He then grabbed a second knife and stabbed her again. He also said he smashed a drinking glass over his mothers head.
Asked what his intent was while he was stabbing, kicking and punching his mother, Calvert said to kill her.
“Dont you ever get sick and tired of someone?”
But I usually LEAVE. I don’t KILL THEM.
Wasn’t an option?
“Her son, Ronald Calvert, 50, admitted to beating, stabbing and kicking her because he is sick of Philapy and tired of living with her, according to a probable cause affidavit....”
Why I will never live with my parents. Never again.
Better to live in a tent in the forest than let it come to murder. Or if they are living with you, put them in a home or a mobile trailer. Let them live off the SS they stole from us.
Catch the blue train
All the way to Kokomo
You can find me
Somewhere down the crazy river
Somewhere down the crazy river
No doubt his mother was always able to make excuses for her “little boy”, felt sorry for him, and let him live at home into his 50’s.
She was an enabler.
Many people don’t realize that the late, great Strother Martin (”What we have heah is a failure to communicate”) was born in Kokomo. I tried to convince the mayor that they should name a street after Strother. He seemed to agree, but felt it wouldn’t get a lot of popular support.
Seems like this guy may have had some “Mommy Issues.”
I’d kill myself before I killed the woman who gave me life.
"Don't you "In a minute, Momma" me! Get off your fat little ass or I'll break it for you! I want two soft boiled eggs, white toast, and some of that grape jelly god damn it! And don't burn the toast! '
He may have had Mommy “Issues” but cancelled his subscription...
So what you're saying is they never paid into SS so therefore they're stealing from "us"??? But then if they did pay into SS for someone else and they now claim SS for themselves, that makes them evil. Okay, yeah, I can see that.
I don’t know where to start on this, but I’m in a similiar situation even though I’ve never birthed a child.
My nephew was abandonned by his drug addicted parents when he was 4-years old.
My mother had lung cancer and it fell to me to rear him. His mother, my sister, had taught him that I was a mean, evil bitch, and that she hated me. (I had been gainfully employed, a Navy veteran, and had never been in trouble with the law. In her eyes, I wasn’t a ‘real’ person.)
I home schooled him, went to therapy and Kung-fu lessons with him, and generally supported him in every way I could. Didn’t work too well; he frequently assaulted me anyway, taking out his frustration and anger over being abandonned on the handiest target available - me.
He is now nearing 20-years old and is living off his girlfriend. I’m not pleased at all, but keep my mouth shut. Three years ago I had to physically restrain him from crossing a state line to go beat his mother to death; she had sexually molested him when he was 9-years old and those repressed memories were surfacing with a vengance.
The issues are complex and the man is really messed up mentally.
As for Calvert, I don’t know what made him attack his mother, but from his record it sure appears he has never taken responsibility for his own life, and it is easy to blame someone else.
At some point the child becomes an adult, and adults are responsible for their actions. This has been the theme behind most of my conversations with my nephew the past four years. If you let the past eat at you continuously, those who hurt you win by taking over your life; OR, you can recognize that what happened wasn’t your fault and live the life you want with dignity.
I hope my nephew gets there, I really do.
As for Calvert, well, I am not so quick to blame his mother.
(says he was sick of her)
With that standard there would not be many mothers walking aroung.
Lemme guess, he was single and still living at home with mama. Probably never thought through maybe growing up, getting a job and moving into his own place. He just exchanged one roommate with another and I suspect he’s going to like the new one even less than his old one.
Uh, huh, I guessed right. The loser was living at home with mama.
Being fifty years old and all, it was probably time.
Oh, how frightening. You just described my worst nightmare: ending up as caretaker for an enraged individual capable of harming me. Man, I would head for an undisclosed location, I really would. I’d pity the child but I’d fear the man.
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