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CITYCIDE: PHILLIPS' MEEK SURRENDER SPEAKS VOLUMES ABOUT ONE-TIME 'LEGEND'

By David Staba

A little after 7 p.m. last Friday night, New York State Police Superintendent Wayne Bennett stood in a field in the town of Carroll, a mile or so from the Pennsylvania border, the sun steadily setting.

 

The head of the New York State Police had just finished his second media briefing of the day, one with the same central theme as the first: Despite three close encounters with Ralph Phillips in about seven hours early that morning, hundreds of officers still hadn't caught the fugitive known simply as Bucky.

After answering dozens of questions, many of them mind-numbing, repetitive or both, he patiently took a few more. On the story for The New York Times, I needed to clarify an answer I'd missed when he had turned the other way while giving it.

Earlier, Bennett had explained how troopers and officers from other agencies conducted the search by setting up a rectangular perimeter measuring roughly two miles on each side, then conducting a grid search of a smaller area of about one square mile. Three sides of the smaller perimeter remained static, he said, while the other moved, officers walking nearly shoulder to shoulder through the high grass and brush where they believed Phillips lay hiding.

I repeated the question from earlier: Did he expect to know by nightfall if the fugitive was in that smaller space or if he had somehow, impossibly, slipped away once again?

The superintendent pursed his lips, looked at the ground in front of him for a beat, looked at me and nodded.

"I do," he said.

Like most of the troopers he commanded, his face showed the strain of the five-month search, which intensified tremendously after Trooper Sean Brown was shot with a .38 caliber revolver in the Chemung County town of Veteran by the driver of a stolen Ford Mustang on June 10, and again on Aug. 31, when Troopers Joseph A. Longobardo and Donald Baker Jr. were ambushed by a sniper in the woods near the home of Phillips' ex-girlfriend. Trooper Longobardo died of his wounds three days later.

Three sightings and subsequent escapes in seven hours early Friday, one when Phillips dove from a moving car with troopers in pursuit, made it impossible to not at least entertain the notion that somehow, some way, he was gone again.

After the superintendent returned to the Masonic hall that served as command central for the day's search, the assembled media started making plans for the weekend. Some called hotels in Jamestown to make reservations, some filed stories about the wildest day of a manhunt that was now making national headlines, some called it a night.

With the light slowly dying a little before 8 p.m., I thought about checking into my hotel room, getting something to eat, reading over the story for Saturday's edition of the Times that reporter Mike Wilson was about to file, and coming back to the field later in the evening.

Then I recalled something the superintendent said about the police's definition of daylight stretching a little longer than that of civilians and decided to stick around a little longer. I noticed Trooper Mark O'Connell, one of two officers in charge of dealing with the media throughout the search, call out to the other one, Trooper Becky Gibbons.

"B.G., come here," he said, the urgency in his voice getting the attention of several remaining reporters.

She broke into a trot up the hill toward the Masonic hall, and they both went inside. A minute later, Associated Press correspondent Carolyn Thompson's cell phone rang. She hung up a moment later.

"Dave said, 'They got him,' and hung up," she said, referring to AP photographer David Duprey, whose image of a dazed, exhausted Phillips in the back of a police cruiser would appear on front pages and Web sites across the country over the weekend.

The instant reaction among the media, given the circumstances, was skepticism. For about 30 seconds. Then a cheer burst out of the hall as the officers inside got the news.

For an hour, as reporters and photographers returned and dozens of police cars pulled up, we waited for the superintendent to walk down the hill to the makeshift podium for the third time that day, flanked by Gibbons and O'Connell.

Instead, at 9 p.m., hundreds of troopers, sheriff's deputies and city police officers from all over New York and Pennsylvania descended en masse, applauding as the superintendent walked through them to make the announcement just about everyone had been awaiting.

After Bennett described the capture, spread the credit among officers from both states and, for the first time in quite a while, flashed a joyous smile, he returned to his troops.

As officers started returning home shortly after the capture, a cheering crowd in the hamlet of Frewsburg -- a couple miles from the spot in Akeley, Pa., where Phillips surrendered -- sent them off with waves and cheers.

Phillips got a very different greeting in Buffalo, where a crowd verging on a mob shouted obscenities and predictions of what will happen to him in prison. Still resourceful, he responded with a familiar hand gesture, even while handcuffed.

Through his court appearances in Buffalo and Elmira on Saturday, Phillips remained stoic as the charges against him were read and he answered a few basic questions from both judges in a clear, steady voice.

He seemed relieved, too.


David Staba is the sports editor of the Niagara Falls Reporter. He welcomes e-mail at dstaba13@aol.com.

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September 11 2006