Bette Nunn - Burn, Judy, Burn

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Copyright 1981, 2010 by Bette Nunn

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Original Printing in Indianapolis,Indiana

Judy Photos: Courtesy of MartinsvilleReporter

Original printing layout: Mr. ImpressionsPrinting, Martinsville, Indiana

ISBN: 978-1-60414-261-7

Library of Congress, Catalog Number:81-90101

First Printing, April 1981, eBook edition2010

TERRY LEE CHASTEEN

Born 1957, Died 1979

STEVEN T. JUDY sparkled in the lights of thetelevision cameras. His murders had made him a star, and he lovedtalking into the microphones and being the center of attention.This photo was taken during an interview with the news media rightafter Judge Boles sentenced him to death by electric chair on Feb.25, 1980. From the left: Judy McKinsey, assistant defense attorney,Steve Judy and Steve Harris, Judys lawyer.

STEVEN MICHAEL, 1974-1979; MISTY ANN,1973-1979; and MARK LOUIS, 1976-1979.

This book is dedicated to the memory ofbeautiful Terry Lee Chasteen and her three children, Misty, Stevenand Mark. It is also written with all women in mind, with hopesthey will never be faced with such a terrible situation.

One reason this book has been written is tocall attention to practices of courts, state hospitals and otherstate agencies that turn loose on the public persons who haveharmed others and will likely do so again.

Another purpose is to make women everywhereextremely careful about accepting help from anyone except lawenforcement officers or people they know well. They must realizethat behind any friendly smile can lurk a monster; one whotortures, rapes and kills.

This story tells of such a monster, andalerts women to some of the situations on which they feast.

Appreciation is expressed to the MorganSuperior Court staff, the Morgan County Prosecutors Office, theIndiana Department of Corrections and Martinsville DailyReporter.

The grave marker for Terry and her daughter,Misty.

CHAPTER I

Twenty-three-year-old Steven T. Judy gloriedin being the star of television. He loved hearing the sound ofhis own voice on radio. His name was splashed in dynamite headlineson the front pages of newspapers across the state of Indiana and itthrilled him he clung to every word. When he walked, he threw hishead back and pranced, like the grand stud of the stable. Hisdeep-set blue eyes danced from side-to-side, making sure everyonesattention was on him.

To achieve his stardom, Judy committed theworst crime Morgan County, Indiana, had ever known. He beat, rapedand strangled to death a young mother, and then he drowned herthree small children. When he was apprehended, reporters and TVnews crews began following him around like he was the second comingof John Dillinger, a man Judy was said to have idolized andhistorically the states most notorious criminal. But evenDillinger, the bank robbing 1930s FBI public enemy No. 1, was neveraccused of such heinous crimes.

In May 1980, Judys starring role was to bescratched, not only from the TV screens and newspapers, but alsofrom the very face of the earth. Most of the residents of MorganCounty wanted him dead, a courtroom filled with relatives of thevictims and spectators wanted him dead; a jury of three women andnine men wanted him dead. They got their wish when Judge JeffreyBoles handed out the sentence of death by the electric chairwithout once batting his baby blue eyes, one of which appeared tohave an opaque lens.

Judys glamorous life was at an end, soon tobe replaced by the loneliness of dreaded death row and theexecution the future promised. Judy sat subdued in his dark cell,head in hands, and thought back on his past. Where had he gonewrong? Better still, was there ever a time when things went right?Was he almost destined for the electric chair from the first slapon the rear as he made his debut into life? It may have beenso.

At best, he had been nice looking, friendly,bright, had an unusual sense of humor and could have charmed amother cat out of her milk. At worst, he was a lying, connivingthief, a sadistic rapist and cruel killer.

No one really knew the boyish-faced man,except perhaps Judy himself. He was like a head with two faces,rotating without warning to the flick of a switch wired into hisscrewed-up brain. One face he showed to the world, the other wasseen up close only by his begging and frightened victims, mostlyyoung women. In a switch of personalities, he turned into a sexualpsychopathic monster no, even worse, it was as if he were reducedto a sex-driven animal driven by instinct a mad dog whose viciousattacks were bloodthirsty and stopped at nothing short of grosssatisfaction or death.

His brutal beatings and rapes of women werenumerous and started when he was only 13. He committed hundreds ofother crimes, some while he was in a state mental hospital, butpolice questioned him over only a handful.

Judys plea in his quadruple murder trial wasnot guilty by reason of insanity, but after he admitted he tossedthe three young children, ages 5, 4 and 2, into a creek like bagsof cement, the jury turned a deaf ear. He would be found guilty andsentenced to death, though no one had died in the electric chair inIndiana since 1961.

Judy showed no signs of respecting the livesof others. He appeared to have little or no remorse or guilt.Bystanders wondered if he fully realized the ultimate consequenceof the verdict or if his own life was truly of so little importanceto him. Some suspected he was acting for his audience.

While he knew the difference between rightand wrong, Steven T. Judy was not a normal person by anyonesdefinition. He was about as predictable as the Easter bunnysarrival at Christmas. His thoughts, his reactions, his deeds werenot the norm. It is here the age-old question pops up: Was heborn that way, or did his environment make him that way?

Judys life story is so bizarre, it made somejurors feel faint and others in the courtroom feel nauseous. Theair was so full of hatred during the trial that one could feel thevibes and perhaps, even the danger. Months after the trial ended,the very mention of his name still made people cringe.

The following paragraphs are about his life,as he explained it:

He was born Steven Timothy Judy on May 24,1956, in Indianapolis. His early childhood was almost a completeblank to him, but he knew he always hated his name. Some peoplecalled him Timmy. He thought that made him sound like a twink,and he loathed it. But most people referred to him as Judy, and itsounded so sissified, that he had to fight over it more thanonce.