First Hand Account of Eddie Ray Routh's Murder Trial

My Week at the 'American Sniper' Trial: Chris Kyle, Two Deaths and a Texas Town’s Search for Truth'

It's a long way from the Oscars, and no sign of Bradley Cooper. But "American Sniper" is the story nevertheless

By Bradford Pearson, Salon
February 24, 2015

 
A sign displaying support for the families of Chris Kyle and Chad Littlefield, Feb. 10, 2015, in Stephenville, Texas. (Credit: AP/Lm Otero)

Kenny Weldon is a rangy man, with limbs in perfect balance as he walks. His close-cropped hair has grayed, but not retreated, and he speaks in full, complete thoughts without breaking eye contact. His favorite movies include “Gettysburg” and “The Cowboys,” the 1972 flick where John Wayne trained a bunch of children to become cowboys.

Weldon grew up in Stephenville, Texas, a rural, 19,000-person city that considers itself the “Cowboy Capital of the World.” (Several other communities have also bestowed this crown upon themselves; there seems to be no international governing body that rules on such matters.) He lettered in football, baseball and basketball, and served as the National Honor Society president. In 1981 he left for the Air Force Academy, and a career that would take him to Korea, Hawaii and the Pentagon.

In 2011, he retired, packed up his family, and headed back to Stephenville. Then he was asked to run for mayor.

“When you’re in the military you realize it’s a calling to serve others, especially in our country,” Weldon says from Stephenville City Hall. “So for me, it was a way to come home and continue that service to others, and take a lot of what I had learned in my professional career and apply it to my hometown. You gain all these experiences in different professional settings, and apply it to the betterment of the community.”

The city is home to the Donald R. Jones Justice Center, right off the small, quiet square. And inside the center—across from the public notice for the Texas Boll Weevil Eradication Program, and down the block from the monument to the 1997 National Champion Erath County Dairy Judging Team—sits Eddie Ray Routh, the man accused of murdering U.S. Navy SEAL Chris Kyle and his friend, Chad Littlefield.

On Feb. 2, 2013, Kyle, Littlefield and Routh headed to Rough Creek Lodge, a high-end hunting resort and spa 30 miles east of Stephenville. It’s there that Routh—suffering from PTSD and schizophrenia—shot Kyle and Littlefield dead. Afterward, Routh stole Kyle’s truck, drove to his sister’s house, admitted to the murders, and told his sister “people were sucking his soul,” prosecutors say.

The trial began on Feb. 11, turning the town square into a media hub, all satellite trucks and little white tents and cordoned-off streets. Two blocks off the square, though, it’s impossible to tell there’s a capital murder trial in town. Traffic is slow and (as usual) truck-heavy, the sidewalks are empty, and shop owners sit alone at their counters. At Frames Etc—the “etc” stands mostly for a medium-size used bookstore, and some wooden crosses—owners George and Kathy Wooley sat building a set of shelves, while an Ash Wednesday-ashed clerk stocked books.

Customers have slowed to a trickle since the trial started—“folks are avoiding the square,” George says—so much so that one employee asked if the store was going to shut down until the verdict. Before the trial, the shop had a hard time keeping Kyle’s best-selling “American Sniper” on the shelves. A used copy would come in, then be gone before a second could even be stocked.

After Kyle’s murder, a new customer walked into the shop: Deby Lynn, Kyle’s mother. She arrived holding a portrait of her son, painted by local Tarleton State student Blu Dornan. It’s the familiar shot of Kyle—black Craft International hat, taut mouth, beard— with an American flag in the background. And it needed a frame.
After she picked up the project—which went on display at the school, which also sits in Stephenville—the entire shop cried.

“Wasn’t a dry eye in the shop,” Kathy says.

On the outskirts of town, a sign for Chick Elms Rodeo Shop and Grand Entry Western Store reminds folks to order their Chris Kyle hats. At the front desk, a college-age clerk explains that the shop initially just ordered 12, then had to order another 100, then another 200. Behind the counter, she pulls up the order online, and shows the goods. The HOOey hats come in two designs: light tan camo, and one with alternating black and green camo panels. Each are emblazoned with the skull logo of Kyle’s tactical-training company, Craft International, and the HOOey emblem, an energetic stick figure (and all-around unfortunate juxtaposition on a hat honoring a dead soldier). On the underside of the brim, an American flag and a Kyle quote: “It’s our duty to serve those who serve us.”

They sell for $36.

In the back of the shop, a cowboy-hatted Chick Elms works on the soles of a pair of black slip-on dress shoes. He’s shaving the sides to even out the right and the left, and Randy Travis’ “Forever and Ever, Amen” drifts over the country radio. He’s surrounded by boots, shoes and saddles, and the workshop smells of leather and cleaning products. A friend sits in the workshop in a Carhartt jacket with a lip full of dip. It’s the textbook ideal of manliness.

Elms explains that the trial’s been somewhat forced onto the town. That’s not a complaint, he says, just reality. People from all over have visited Stephenville since the trial started, including one couple from Tennessee who found their way to Chick’s doorstep.

“They used the excuse that they were in town to see Dwight Yoakam in Fort Worth, but…” Elms cocks his head during the last part of the sentence. His shop is 84 miles from where Yoakam played on Valentine’s Day.

One of his sons just deployed as a helicopter pilot in the Air Force, while another son was injured during battle in Afghanistan. The latter son has kept up with Chris Kyle’s career, read the book, seen the movie. Elms hasn’t read the book, but gets excited when he remembers the grip on his 1911 pistol. He heads to the drawer where he keeps his holstered gun, and unclips it enough to expose the familiar Craft International skull. He has four more sets of them at home.

“[The trial’s] costing a lot of money, money that could’ve gone to schools or roads,” he says. “But I guess it’s a necessity. And of course I’d rather those guys still be here.”

Elsewhere in town, the reminders continue. Outside Grumps Burgers, a sign reads “We Support the Kyle and Littlefield Families.” Near Tarleton State, a billiards hall’s sign flashes “God Bless Chris & Chad…Freedom Is Not Free,” then rotates and reminds students of drink specials and karaoke night. The residents are a typical small-town mix of gregarious but wary. (At City Hall, the front desk clerk happily handed out the mayor’s cellphone number, and the home numbers of each member of the city council are on the city’s website. Near the public restroom, a spreadsheet of city staffers’ favorite cakes is tacked to a cork board. The staffer responsible for baking that cake on the employee’s birthday is the final column.) At the local branch of Disabled American Veterans—a nonprofit that helps veterans receive the medical benefits they deserve—one vet waved off questions, while staffers happily conversed.

“Judge Cashon is a very fair man,” says Veronica Woodward. “When the gavel goes down the last time, justice will be served.” She then doled out restaurant and bar recommendations, unprompted.

Attorneys for Routh tried to have the venue moved, citing all of the usual concerns that come with a jury pool drawn from a small town: Everyone knows everyone, from the victim to the judge. The community was too entangled in the case, the lore (and lure) of Kyle’s life, his death in their county. It’s the kind of community where a slain soldier’s mother takes a portrait of her son to be framed, a three-minute walk away from where his killer would later be tried.

But Judge Jason Cashon disagreed, noting that more than two dozen potential jurors had been dismissed due to their knowledge of the trial.

“A part of the American way of life includes our justice system, which is not perfect, but is the best in the world,” reads a statement from the Kyle family to the Los Angeles Times. “The family has the utmost confidence that a fair and just verdict will result from the upcoming murder trial.”

Back at City Hall, Weldon’s trying to find a room to chat. He doesn’t have his own office in the building; those are reserved for staffers. The conference room is full, and a second option is stacked with boxes. A community services staffer offers to give up his office. After some polite back and forth, the mayor agrees.
Weldon has spent the last months coordinating the Kyle trial: abiding by Cashon’s needs and desires; working with city, county and state departments; ensuring the safety of witnesses, jurors, family members and media. The total bill comes to about $1 million. The efficacy of having bomb-sniffing dogs was proven in late January, when a man contacted the Stephenville Empire-Tribune, telling the newspaper’s managing editor that a bomb would go off during jury selection.

“You always plan for the worst, and hope for the best,” Weldon says, his square-toed cowboy boots hooked together under the table. “It was good to see that play out as well as it did.”

The day before the trial began, Stephenville lost one of its most popular residents, a Japanese-American man by the name of Mike Masuda. During World War II, he and his family were interned along with more than 8,000 others in Jerome, Arkansas, and he later joined the Army, serving as an interpreter for the Military Intelligence Service. The poultry business brought him to Stephenville where, in his retirement, he helped gather and bag old American flags. Every month, at the Turnbow-Higgs American Legion Post 240, he would stand, salute the flag and report on his flag gathering. Upon his death, no less than four remembrances were published in the Empire-Tribune.

Weldon speaks elegiacally about Masuda, a man he’s known since childhood, right here in Stephenville. You could not find a friendlier person, he says, a more loving person. In a city full of cowboys and heroes, in a borrowed office, Weldon sits, thinking about Masuda’s memorial service later that week, preparing for what he’d likely be asked to say.

This is why Kenny Weldon, the keeper of the town’s heroes, was called back home.

Stephenville ready to get back to normal after ‘American Sniper’ trial

The Dallas Morning News
February 14, 2015

The folks who live in this self-proclaimed Cowboy Capital of the World about 100 miles southwest of Dallas say they accept that their town is playing host to one of the nation’s most-watched trials.

They really do want to be good hosts.

But less than a week after the start of the capital murder trial of Eddie Ray Routh, who is accused of gunning down famed ex-Navy SEAL Chris Kyle and Kyle’s best friend, Chad Littlefield, residents here say they’re ready to move on.

“Nobody would want a trial of this nature to be in their community, but we also saw it as an opportunity for us to help,” said Mayor Kenny Weldon. “My hope is that people will remember us as a community that was able to work through this in a very positive way.”

But, said Weldon:

“We’re looking forward to things getting back to normal.”

County officials have set aside about $1 million for security and media accommodations for the trial, which has drawn dozens of reporters to Stephenville, closing downtown streets and clogging parking spaces.

The trial, which started Wednesday and continues Monday, also has given the town of nearly 19,000 the chance to prove it can handle a bigger event.

Local, state and federal law enforcement officers pack the courthouse — along with a large German shepherd “security dog” in case a fight breaks out — to screen everyone entering.

Erath County officials tightened the budget to set aside enough money to pay for extra security measures, metal detectors and power outlets installed for media inside the courthouse.

“We’ve had time to prepare for that. It’s not like a bill we got when the trial is over,” Weldon said. “That’s not to say it’s not a burden. Nobody has a million dollars laying around, but we’ve prepared in a frugal way.”

All the attention

Big crowds usually mean bigger profits, but business has slowed for some shops near the courthouse. Many residents are avoiding the area until the trial ends.

“The circus is set up outside,” said a man playing cards at the senior center, gesturing toward the parking lot where media trucks were stationed all week.

“Don’t bring that trial in here,” said another woman at the center, less than a block from the Erath County courthouse.

Kaylee Pimberton said Thursday that she had to park a block away to get to her Western furniture shop downtown, Blue-Eyed Buffalo. “That’s out of the norm for us,” she said.

But, Pimberton said, it’s a tiny nuisance compared to what it might’ve been.

“It could’ve been chaotic and crazy, and that makes you kind of proud that our little town can pull together and handle something like this,” she said.

And, Pimberton said, she gets a kick out of the attention.

“I turned on the Today show and there we are. Matt Lauer just said Stephenville,” she said.
But many said they hope that the trial won’t become the town’s lasting legacy.

Stephenville is also home to Tarleton State University, which has one of the top rodeo programs in the country. And the area draws horse lovers from across the country.

Lone Star Arena, also affectionately called the Buck N Duck, is hosting the World Series of Team Roping beginning Friday. The city expects thousands for the event, far more than came for the trial.

“We would prefer to have national attention for a different reason, but we feel like those who have the opportunity to visit here see our friendly hospitality,” said July Danley, president of the Chamber of Commerce.

Danley said she likes to see visitors “get away from the big city and enjoy a little different pace of life.”

Texas hospitality

The people of Stephenville take pride in their Texas hospitality.

“When somebody says, ‘Hi. How are you doing?’ they mean it,” Weldon said. “You may not get that in a large metropolitan area.”

The town is growing, but as it does, most residents say they don’t want Stephenville to lose its friendly attitude.

“I love the small-town feel,” said Sarah McEnroe, a senior criminal justice major at Tarleton. “It’s a great community. We’re all close-knit.”

Jeri Martin grew up in Stephenville but lived in San Francisco for about 15 years. She moved back five years ago to get away from the hectic pace of a big city.

“It’s still a nice, quiet little town, not too much traffic,” Martin said of Stephenville. “You complain if you get stuck at a red light for five seconds.”

Even the mayor, who was in the U.S. Air Force for more than two decades, rushed back at his first chance.

“I, for 26 years, was waiting to come home,” Weldon said.

As the city becomes more developed, elected officials work to maintain its appeal. They are updating the city’s economic development plan to draw more businesses to town, which boasts many small and family-owned shops.

Developers have already updated several older buildings along the square where the historic county courthouse sits. An old saloon was transformed into Greer’s restaurant last fall. A new restaurant, Ruby’s Texas Bistro, is set to open nearby next month.

By then, townspeople hope, the Routh trial and the media hordes following it will have skedaddled. And ranching, not network television interviews, will take center stage once again.

“Our goal out of all of this is to keep Stephenville, Stephenville,” Weldon said. “We don’t want to change who we are.”