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I have established a scholarship in honor of Colette, Kimberley and Kristen. I have done this in an area that Colette, I feel, would be proud of. It is at a place where she had many good times and formed many friendships, at the school she attended in Patchogue, New York. I ask all of you who are able to, to help me keep the memories of Colette, Kimberley and Kristen alive by joining me in giving your tax-free donation to:
The Colette, Kimberley and Kristen Scholarship
Patchogue-Medford High School
The Colette, Kimberley and Kristen MacDonald Scholarship Fund
181 Buffalo Avenue
Medford, New York 11763
Bob Stevenson and I thank you for helping us to keep their memory alive.
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Colette MacDonald was a gentle soul who loved her husband and children so very much. She had such a short time on this earth before her life ended. She was only beginning to follow through with her own dreams she wanted to accomplish.
Sadly, her life and the lives of Kimberley, Kristen and the unborn son she was pregnant with ended in the early morning hours of February 17, 1970 at the hands of the very man she loved, her husband and the children’s father.
Kimberley and Kristen were in the early dawn of their lives and had so much to look forward to. How sad that these happy hearts that had so much to live live for was destroyed before they truly had time to enjoy the beauties of this earth. They were innocent victims, who did no wrong and did not deserve to die such a brutal and inhuman way. Surely no human being could do this; sadly, he did.
These were far more than crimes to the parents of and grandparents of the victims. It was pain and anguish and an emptiness that never left them for the rest of their lives.
The husband and father has always maintained that intruders into their home committed the murders. I believe the beloved father and grandfather of Colette and the children explained it best in what he said, “So there came to be specifically four people, not seven, not two, who intruded most especially upon his space, four people who got in the way of his being the macho celeb & playboy he needed to be in order even to feel alive. Four intruders, three white, one black, just like MacDonald told us. Who were they? I can name three of them: Colette, Kimberley, Kristy. The fourth intruder, black not in skin but figuratively black as yet unseen, dark, invisible, the half-grown baby that Colette was carrying, MacDonald's as yet unborn son, as it turned out to be, the fourth intruder.
“In MacDonald's fatal blindness, blindness to the deep and genuine feelings that animate ordinary people & unite them to their loved ones, in his fatal blindness, he murdered the intruders, all four, and making himself free at last!
“MacDonald was an honest man, for though he lied as usual with his mouth; with his brain he told the truth. Yes, there were four intruders in his life. And out of his pathological narcissism, he killed them.”
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