James Mayfield was in a hell of a jam when I was appointed to represent him by Magistrate Judge John Weinberg of the United States District Court for the Western District of Washington.
James was a private in the Army stationed at Fort Lewis. He was a polite and beautiful young African American man from a deeply religious Southern Baptist family in Beaumont, TX. He had never been in trouble with the law before. I remember his dark eyes pooled with tears and his soft and long slender fingers when I shook his hand for the last time.
I never found out how James, who was a regular church-goer at the time, hooked up with the two gangsters
For the last time, I shook hands with the beautiful young man with soft long slender fingers whose life incomprehensibly went off the rails one night during a murderous rampage with those hands that neither he nor anyone else will likely ever understand.
My heart was empty and cold as he turned and walked away.
My God! What have I become? I wondered.
This is how Leatherman describes a man, James Mayfield, who, along with two other men, took a machete and killed three children, the youngest 18 months old, in front of their father, and then killed him. Story here