“Would it be fair to say, Detective, that you have, in charging Mr. Whisenant, that we’ve ignored the medical evidence, we’ve ignored the alibi witnesses, we’ve ignored the lack of physical evidence and you are going purely on what Tracy Whisenant has told you?” This question was asked, during Howard's trial, of the lead detective in the investigation of the alleged assault that led to Howard being arrested. His response to the question was, “Somewhat, yes sir.” He ignored all of the provable facts and just took the word of his accuser over Howard's. The entire trial was based on this kind of shoddy detective work, ineffective counsel and a corrupt system that had no will to find the truth, only to clear the case, gain a conviction and send someone to jail.
On September 5, 2000, I discovered that my wife of 18 years had been living a double life for the last year. For whatever reasons she had entered a secret life that included an extramarital affair, drugs, alcohol, and nightclubs. I confronted her with my discovery via a message I left her on her cell phone. However, at the time of my discovery I did not realize the extent of her secret life.
In fear that I may expose her secret life to her family and our children, and in the event of a divorce, that I may gain custody of our five children, family assets and the family business, she went to the authorities and alleged that I assaulted her on September 19, 1998, August 31, 2000, and that she had been the victim of spousal abuse since 1985.
On November 11, 2000, she filed a claim with CPS that my parents and I had physically and sexually abused my five children in an effort to discredit my parents as potential witnesses and to add more charges to me. After interviewing all five children, CPS found nothing to support Tracy's allegations and dismissed the case.
Several months after filing her claim of abuse on September 6, 2000, and after being questioned by authorities as to what finally made her come forward, she then claimed that I held a gun to our oldest daughter’s head on September 5, 2000 in an effort to get information from her about her mom’s activities and whereabouts.
I was out on bond from September 19, 2000, through February 19, 2001. During the time I was out she made numerous claims against me in an effort to get my bond revoked, all of which were dismissed by the police.
On January 11, 2001, in her next-to-last effort she went to her parents’ vacant house at 2:30 a.m. While there she received a gunshot to the outer portion of her left thigh. Everything pointed to self-infliction except her reluctant story. She refused to tell 911 or the authorities who shot her. Only after being confronted with confinement to an adult mental ward and after talking to her civil attorney did she agree to give a statement, but not until the next day, at which time she alleged I was the one who shot her.
Five and a half weeks later I was still out on bond, so, in a final effort, she added two sexual account charges to the January 11, 2001, assault. I was arrested three days later.
The time line from September 19, 1998, does not allow me to be her assailant. In addition, I do not meet the physical profile of her assailant.
On August 31, 2000, I was at work twenty miles away during the time of the alleged assault. The medical records and her statement to the doctor suggest that she was assaulted on September 5 or September 6.
On January 11, 2001, I was twenty miles away in my apartment with two roommates. One of the sexual assaults she described was anatomically impossible. The gunshot wound and her demeanor suggested self-infliction.
Outside of my oldest two daughters’ statements given months after the alleged assault of September 5, 2000, nothing suggests an assault even took place. The alleged weapon was not offered nor was any ownership of such a weapon established.
Outside of Tracy’s testimony there was nothing offered to prove I assaulted her on September 19, 1998, August 31, 2000, or January 11, 2001. There was no biological, physical or trace evidence to link me to any of the assaults. She claimed that I rubbed my penis all over the outside of her shirt on January 11, 2001. However, it remains in the JCSD property room untested.
Several things support my innocence:
To prove my guilt:
Murder is a first-degree felony in the State of Texas. It has a sentence range of five to ninety-nine years in prison, along with possible fines of up to $10,000. But I didn't kill or even injure anyone.
Yet here I am, serving seventy years for what?
Marrying someone I loved and that I thought loved me? I don't know. That is a question I still haven't been able to answer. I feel as you read my story, you will walk away as confused as I am. I am a true example of an innocent person serving a long sentence for a crime I did not commit.