Manny Rivas was feeling good as he and his buddy Misha Belyavtsev arrived for work at Loans "R" Us Pawn Shop that Saturday morning. Rivas, 27, had just started business studies at UCLA; the night before, he and his fiancee had spent a cozy evening thumbing through bridal magazines.
The video's going to hang us," psychological therapist Connell Watkins told investigators--and in Golden, Colo., last week, it did. Watkins, 54, and associate Julie Ponder, 40, were convicted of reckless child abuse in the suffocation death of 10-year-old Candace Newmaker during a controversial therapy technique called "rebirthing." An adoptee, the girl was being treated for her inability to bond with her adoptive mother, Jeane Newmaker, who was present during the therapy session.
He seemed oddly confident for a convict serving 17 life sentences in the Texas prison system--but then, George Angel Rivas had a plan. "Someday, somehow, by the Grace of our Father, I will see you face to face without these walls," Rivas wrote his father last fall, in a letter made available to NEWSWEEK.
After all the years they echo still, the boom of dynamite and the rain of glass through the autumn leaves--just as some of the leading citizens of Birmingham, Ala., feared when, in the aftermath of the calamitous summer of 1963, they seriously debated changing the name of their city.
Fast-talking, streetwise and cool as ice, Andrew Chambers was utterly convincing when he played the role of a big-time drug dealer. For 16 years, working undercover for the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration, Chambers would fly into a strange city, make contact with local druggies and pass himself off as a gangsta Crip from L.A., a coke dealer from St.
When convicted mobster Sammy (The Bull) Gravano emerged from federal prison five years ago, he was a new man. Placed in the federal witness-protection program, the mob stool pigeon--whose courtroom testimony helped put New York Mafia boss John Gotti away for life--was given a different identity, plastic surgery to alter his face and a fresh start thousands of miles away from his former New York stomping ground.
When the folks at the Mars Society asked James Cameron to speak at their annual convention this year, they probably expected him to be polite. Instead, the "Titanic" director stood before them and asked, "Why the hell do you wackos want to go to Mars?" He was just kidding: in truth, Cameron is as evangelical as anyone about Mars, and he figures politicians won't lead the call for funding. "We don't have the same conditions as when John Kennedy declared a race to the moon," he told NEWSWEEK....
For 30 years, Smithsonian Institution archeologist Dennis Stanford searched in vain for the origins of the first Americans. Every textbook described how mammoth-hunters from Siberia had migrated across the Bering land bridge about 12,000 years ago and had slowly wandered south and east until they filled the New World.
Down on his luck and mad at the world, Buford Oneal Furrow Jr., 37, decided to drive to Los Angeles and go hunting for Jews. The way police tell it, on Aug. 7 he bought a used Chevrolet van in Tacoma, Wash., and stocked it with five assault rifles, two pistols, 6,000 rounds of ammunition and a flak jacket.
As church bells pealed and thousands cheered, the backhoe scooped out a dollop of dirt and gravel that had been packed against Maine's Edwards Dam. And suddenly the Kennebec River did something it hasn't done since Andrew Jackson sat in the White House: first in a trickle and then in a torrent, it flowed freely to the Atlantic, through a 60-foot hole that workers had earlier punched underneath the dirt-and-gravel bandage.