ANGELA'S STORY
HEROIN'S HEARTACHE

"The thought of my daughter
lying alone and dying for between 25-27 hours is almost unbearable"
In the cold, dark morning of February 11, 1998, our precious daughter,
Angela, was found thrown against a tree with her jeans down around her
knees, her underwear torn and stones embedded in her back from being dragged
down a muddy embankment.
My husband and I lay comfortably sleeping in our warm bed, unaware that our
only daughter's body was being disposed of like unwanted trash long
the Yellow Breeches Creek near New Cumberland.
Angela C. Smith 1979-1998
Angela's
battle with heroin was over, but mine was just beginning. If you were to ask
me to close my eyes and remember something about my daughter, my mind goes
back to a little girl with a beautiful smile calling, "Mom, come wash my
hair." I remember sitting down by the tub and looking at the blue veins
running through her porcelain skin and thinking to myself how fragile she
was. I never dreamed that one day those tiny veins would carry the liquid
poison called heroin that would end her life.
At about age 14, Angela began to explore new friendships. She wanted
desperately to fit in, and going with the crowd was easy for her - smoking
cigarettes at first, then using inhalants, then pot, acid, crack and finally
just three months before her death...heroin.
As the level of drug use
progressed, so did the problems. Angie had been admitted to eleven different
rehabilitation programs and had been arrested a few times. We watched her be
released, we watched her run again, we watched her attempt suicide, recover,
go back to rehab, run away, shoplift, steal a car, steal a truck, get
caught, be let go.
Through all this, we never stopped seeking help and, most
importantly, we never stopped loving her. The thought of our daughter lying
alone and dying for between 25 and 27 hours is almost unbearable.
After receiving a lethal dose of heroin from Michael J. Greenfield on a
Monday night, Angie was left unconscious in his home until early Wednesday
morning, when he found her dead and disposed of her body.
Medical attention could have saved her life. Greenfield pled guilty to
involuntary manslaughter, delivery of heroin and abuse of a corpse. As we
sat in a Cumberland County courtroom for his sentencing, I could not
believe what I was hearing. Judge Edgar B. Bayley gave Greenfield concurrent
sentences of just one to two years for all of the charges. I left the
courtroom that day angry at the system and feeling void of justice, but with
a determination to change the law to prevent this from happening again. My
first call was to Agent Gregory Borland at the US Drug Enforcement
Administration in Harrisburg, who was surprised to hear me ask, "What can a
parent do to help in the drug war?"
Our talk sent my life in a new direction. At his suggestion, I immediately
made an appointment with state Rep. Jerry L. Nailor. We talked for nearly
two hours about my situation, what could be done to strengthen the drug laws
and how I could help. I also was alerted to state Rep. Ronald S. Marsico's
introduction of HB-28, a heroin drug-trafficking bill. Soon I was meeting
with him and beginning my journey through the halls of the legislature. I
wrote a letter about my daughter's death and the drug dealers sentence with
a plea for support of HB-28, intended to crack down on drug-dealing by
increasing the mandatory minimum sentencing for heroin possession, beginning
with two years in jail and a $5,000 fine for a first conviction for
possession of one gram of heroin an amount considered greater than what
individuals would have for their own use.
Currently, sentencing for less
than two grams is up to the judge. Traveling door to door for months, I gave
letters to every representative. Some sat down with me and discussed the
heroin problem at length. I met wonderful, dedicated, hardworking people,
and was privileged to testify before the House and Senate judiciary
committees. HB-28 is expected to be passed into law this spring, and we are
at work on others. But there is more to be done.
Angie's case is not an isolated incident. A rapidly increasing number of
families throughout Central PA are suffering with a child's addiction, as
the waiting game for effective treatment becomes a matter of life and death.
In order to address the drug problem, we need funding to provide effective
treatment. Heroin addiction is extremely difficult to kick because it
changes brain chemistry. Without long-term treatment by trained counselors,
recovery is almost impossible. Insurance companies do not cover long-term
care for addiction, and the state is considering slashing its budget for
drug and alcohol treatment by $10 million. I can't understand why we need
multi- million-dollar stadiums to entertain people while our children are
dying. We need education programs that show us the realities of drug use.
After a recent presentation in Luzerne County by Heroin Alert of Delaware,
there were five admissions for drug treatment within five hours.
Uneducated about addiction, my husband and I just went along with whatever
we were told was best for Angie. I have since worked with the
Cumberland-Perry Drug and Alcohol Commission to create a program that helps
parents identify signs of drug use in an effort to prevent addiction. We
need task forces of community leaders and parents. Taking the lead, state
representatives recently formed a Drug Task Force. Parents are frustrated as
they desperately fight for their children's lives. I have listened to their
anger at the police for not doing their jobs, but how can they when their
hands have been tied by state Supreme Court rulings? In most cases police
cannot seize firearms or drugs even after suspects have dropped them and
fled. And in many instances, police are restricted from using drug dogs. Pennsylvania is now a distribution center for illegal drugs. Legislators
cannot do it all alone. They need help from citizens.
It took the tragedy of my daughter's death to get me involved. Greenfield is
already out of jail. The judge released him for good behavior after just 10
months and three and a half weeks. With tougher laws and mandatory
sentencing, no judge could make that decision again. And my darling Angela's
memory will not be left down a muddy embankment, but in the minds of our
legislators in the halls of the Capitol.
This article appeared in the May 2000 Issue of Central Pennsylvania Magazine.