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By Marianne McCarthy Photos by Megan Sorel
When she was 17, she taught dance at the New York Society for the
Prevention of Cruelty to Children. Before that, she'd never known
the words cruelty and children to appear in the same sentence. She
met kids with broken bones and black eyes, injuries not inflicted
through normal playground bantering but at the hands of an abuser,
many times a family member. The experience left a profound effect on
her. She cared deeply for these kids.
From that point on, Joyce Dudley has never strayed far from
helping children. Once a director of a day care center, she has
risen to become a senior deputy district attorney. Her name has been
associated with some of the most disturbing and horrific crimes in
Santa Barbara: rape, murder, and child molestation. Getting the bad
guy off the streets is incredibly rewarding to her.
"I have a passion for justice. When I hear about something that's
been done to a kid or a woman, or someone's been mistreated because
of some aspect of hate, this mother bear in me kicks in and I want
justice," says Dudley, who is also a mother to four boys. "I feel
equally passionate that if I don't think I can prove a case beyond a
reasonable doubt, I don't file charges."
Known for her energy and confidence in the courtroom, during her
14 years on the job Dudley has only received not guilty verdicts in
two cases: one jury trial and one court trial. Both were
misdemeanors that happened more than a dozen years ago.
Former jurors Joanie Dominque and Faith Huxley describe her as a
powerful woman with integrity. "I'd never want to be on the other
side," said Huxley.
Dudley has brought several high-profile cases to court: Victor
Garcia Rodriguez, a 19-year-old man who was convicted of raping an
81-year-old woman; Martin Hartmann who was sentenced earlier this
month to life without possibility of parole for murdering a gay man
by setting fire to his apartment; Charles Ford, the 73-year-old
Carpinteria man convicted of shooting a woman in the face, killing
her; Carlos Catalan, charged with molesting his three relatives; and
Timothy Furness, who has been charged with kidnapping and raping an
8-year-old girl in a church parking lot last month.
Hard-hitting crimes to read about in the paper. No doubt tough to
deal with on a daily basis. So, how does she cope with the emotional
stress?
"I do things everyday, because I know that every day will have a
tremendous amount of sadness in it. Everyday I work out. Everyday I
write. And everyday when I go home, I have a glass of wine," says
Dudley.
And she cries. While she's careful not to get so emotionally
sucked into her cases that she can't be an effective lawyer, she
allows herself to feel the pain.
"The minute you stop caring, it's time to get out of the
business," she says.
The Makings of a Book
Drawing from experiences in her life and career, Dudley has
written the crime novel Justice Served, which looks at
child molestation from both the victim and the defendant's side.
While an uncomfortable subject for many, the book is a compelling
read that will surprise you, as you find yourself caring as much for
the perpetrators as the victims.
It's a book that Dudley told an audience at a recent book signing
she "had to" write.
"The passion was so intense it was like falling in love. Writing
this book became an obsession," she said.
Her main character, Jordon Danner, described as "being at the top
of her game," shares the same initials and job as Dudley. She is
essentially "Joyce on steroids," according to the author. While
Dudley is equally as attractive and brilliant in real life as her
counterpart is depicted, Jordon doesn't share the warmth of her
creator. Joyce Dudley doesn't yell at her husband or tell it
straight to judges the way Jordon Danner does, but she works just as
hard. Of Dudley's current caseload, about 20 deal with child
molestation or sexual abuse/assault charges.
The idea for Justice Served was conceived while hiking
with her husband, John, in the mountains where the couple owns a
getaway. Ten days and 600 handwritten pages later she had the
beginnings of her story.
What took ten days to write, took five years to edit.
"I wanted my characters to be brutally honest, so I wrote and
re-wrote," she says.
And she did her homework, interviewing prisoners who were serving
sentences for child abuse because as a prosecutor, she could never
speak openly with the accused. She also sat in on a counseling
session at the California Men's Colony, where one inmate compared
himself to a shark and his victim to a baby seal.
Therapy is a vital piece of the puzzle, according to Dudley, who
acknowledges that abusers are often victims of violence or abuse
themselves. However, sentencing options and more avenues for
counseling just don't exist.
"Your taxes are paying my salary," says Dudley. "You'd like me to
get rehabilitation for these child molesters, but you're also paying
me to make sure these people aren't out there to hurt more
kids."
She concedes that not everyone responds to treatment. "You can't
generalize. You can't castrate everyone. You can't put everyone in
verbal therapy. The trick is investing enough time and energy into
figuring out what makes a molester molest."
While the book is based on her actual cases and those of
co-worker Ron Zonen, it's considered fiction because it's a
compilation of cases, not the A-to-Z of a single offense.
A second book currently in the works, entitled Intoxicating
Agent, picks up where Jordon Danner leaves off in Justice
Served. However, rather than focus on child molestation again,
Dudley will delve into elder abuse and utilize the extensive arson
research she conducted during the Martin Hartmann case.
"I like books that entertain and teach," she says.
Her Path to Justice
While her career maintains a steady focus, her education reveals
anything but a narrow path, resembling instead a zigzag pattern that
began as a freshman at the renowned High School for The Performing
Arts (same one as in the movie, "Fame"). She found the program to be
pro-anorexic and transferred to a public school the next year.
Between her junior and senior years, she entered Carnegie-Mellon
University to try her hand at architecture. She completed the
high-pressure four-week program before moving on.

Like a sponge with a thirst for new experiences, Dudley
frequently changed colleges. "I had a passion for life and a passion
for fun. I would be in Maine, and say, 'this isn't intellectually
stimulating enough. Leave Maine.'" Then, Dudley might find some
place that was intellectually stimulating enough but would realize
that now, "I'm not having enough fun." And on she would go.
After hitchhiking through Santa Barbara in the early '70s, she
applied to UCSB, a decision that culminated in a psychology degree.
Despite the flittering about, Dudley completed college with honors
within four years. She also acquired two master's degrees in
Education and then later, a Juris Doctorate from the Santa Barbara
College of Law.
She had been attending law school three nights a week, but
thought about giving it up after son Sam was born. She was
encouraged to continue when her husband told her he wanted those
nights alone with the kids regardless.
District Attorney Tom Sneddon hired Dudley fresh out of law
school. Also a trial advocacy professor, Sneddon actively recruited
her because "she was one of the stars in my class."
"Joyce is a good prosecutor not because of her win/loss record,"
said Sneddon. "Joyce is a real people person. I knew she would work
well with victims and witnesses."
Outside The Halls of Justice
Dudley maintains a small circle of friends, "about five," she
says. With her full schedule, that's about all she can afford, but
she has tons of acquaintances, some of whom are victims from her
former cases. She readily hugs any one of them.
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 Joyce and her men: husband John, top
right; and sons, from left, Chris, Mike, Sam and Matt.
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While she admits holding back on becoming friends with the
victims at first, she says that once the trial and any pending
appeals are over, she feels free to begin a friendship.
"I've done that a couple of times, and each time it's been very
rewarding," says Dudley.
One victim, who asked not to be identified, said over the phone,
"She stuck by me and gave me friendship when I really needed it. I
know she'll always be there."
Married three times, Dudley's four sons are the result of a
blended family of his, hers, and theirs. John and Joyce were best
friends and running partners before the two married, almost 18 years
ago. They maintain a healthy relationship by doing things together
(riding bikes, hiking, entertaining) and by asking each other
questions about their happiness and listening to the answers. Theirs
is a marriage of equals.
"We split everything. There are no roles," she says.
Dinnertime was always a daily ritual at the Dudley home, as were
"Happies and Sads."
"At bedtime, we all had to say one thing that made us happy and
one thing that made us sad that day," explains Dudley. "Our lives
were so complicated I wanted to make sure I knew what was
happening."
Despite all this, Dudley thinks she could have been a better
mom.
"All moms love their kids and want to be better mothers," she
says. "I look back on our trip to Tahoe. There's a photo of my
beautiful children on a beach, and I'm sitting at my laptop working
on the book."
Stepson Chris admits the book "was on the daily schedule," but
rather than feel jealous of it, all the kids are extremely proud of
her.
"She's really a supermom," says stepson Mike.
In a day that often begins at 3 a.m., Dudley still finds time to
teach law school one night a week, participate in the Boys &
Girls Club, and instruct other law enforcement personnel.
She accepted her appointment to the board of Boys & Girls
Club because, among other things, she wanted to ensure that children
would have a safe place to play; and if a child had been abused,
that there would be a safe place to disclose it.
Dudley has received a multitude of awards and honors from the
"Woman of Distinction" to a "Shining Star" from the Rape Crisis
Center. But her most treasured honor is motherhood. Well, that and
the H. Thomas Guerry Award, recently given to her by the Citizens
Council on Crime for superior performance.
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Excerpt from Justice Served
Jordon Danner concentrated on the long yellow pad in front
of her. While everyone else waited, she ticked off each
question she'd intended to ask. Certain they'd all been
presented, she slowly moved her hazel eyes up toward Judge
Thomas, and smiled.
She was finally at the top of her game. She'd always been
attractive, but now having reached middle age, experience,
confidence, and poise further enhanced her beauty.
"No further questions, Your Honor."
No more questions were necessary. Police Officer Paul Howe
had been a perfect witness. With his help, she'd finally
nailed Marshall Riverstone [an infamous child
pornographer] and from the expression on the face of Bert
Feller, the District Attorney for Santa Barbara County, she
knew he thought so too.
Sitting there, anticipating the defense attorney's
cross-examination, she overheard Feller telling his two new
female prosecutors, "That's how to handle a Defendant's Motion
to Suppress. And that's how I want you to perform when you
work for me."
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 Cover by James Kreyger and Debra
Geiger.
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Although Jordon knew her boss personally disliked her and
her politics, his comments still added to the adrenaline rush
of pleasure. Her mother had always taught her to embrace
approval only from those she respected, but to enjoy whatever
appreciation came her way.
Alan Stern, the defense attorney, scraped his chair back in
an attempt to stand up. The screech of the chair made Jordon
cringe. Stern looked down. It appeared as if he had to make
sure he'd cleared enough room for his button-straining
midsection. Upon rising, he shifted his weight onto his hands,
and tilted his torso toward her. "Sorry," he whispered. "Sorry
to do this."
[In spite of Jordon's competence and confidence, she
lost the hearing; having been blindsided by the manipulative
defense attorney and the cantankerous judge. As a result of
her persistent unwillingness to accept the judge's ruling, he
held her in contempt and ordered her friend James, the
Bailiff, to place her in a temporary holding cell. Later James
returned to check up on her...]
She was seated on a bench, jacket off, eyes closed, long
legs fully extended, delicate ankles crossed. Only her head
and bare shoulders touched the cell wall. Jordon looks
completely out of place, James thought, sort of like my
daughter's Career Barbie doll, now abandoned on the floor of
her cluttered closet.
Jordon opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her colorful
eyes and flawless skin stood out in stark contrast to the
cracked and peeling gray paint, which surrounded her. They
each smiled. She spoke first, "You know that judge of yours
can be a real schmuck."
"Yeah, so, you knew that before this morning and still you
chose to piss him off."
Jordon didn't respond.
James' smile broadened. "And I, for one am glad you did."
[While still incarcerated, the DA confronted Jordon and
banished her from the office for one week-without pay. In
response, she decided to retreat to her log cabin in the
mountains, with her patient and adoring husband, Greg. Still,
before Greg arrived, contrary to the DA's edict not to, she
snuck back into her office. When Greg picked her up, he
noticed she was carrying a large brown envelope. He was
incredulous...]
"I can't believe you brought work with you."
"It's just my mail."
"Personal or work-related?"
She knew it was work-related, but didn't know what it was,
nor did she volunteer the fact that the DA had ordered her to
stay away from the office. She wasn't always forthcoming with
Greg. More often than not, it was because she wasn't
interested in rationalizing her own irrational behavior,
especially not to someone who knew her as well as he did.
Greg was still waiting for her answer.
"Jordon looked down at the large brown envelope. "This? Oh,
it's probably just my copy of the photographs I ordered for
next month's trial." She pulled the documents out of the
envelope. "I'll just take a quick peek at them, make sure
they're all here..."
"Did I," Greg began to ask, as he abruptly pulled out of
the parking lot and into the stream of traffic, "misunderstand
you earlier today? Haven't you been placed on a leave without
pay? JoJo," he said, looking over his shoulder at the merging
lane, "ego aside, aren't you off the clock?"
Jordon leaned forward; ready to tell Greg to back off, when
suddenly she caught sight of the suspect's name at the top of
the report. Her retort died in her throat; she sat back...
[After having read the cover letter:]
She crumpled the note and threw it at the windshield. It
bounced off the window and landed in Greg's lap. Jordon hurled
herself back onto her seat and placed both hands over her
face.
As she began to rub her eyes, an image of the suspect
arose. Why him and why now?
[When she finally could, she explained her reaction to
Greg:]
"Twenty-five years ago, a kid named Emily was allegedly
molested by a someone I know, and now it's up to me to decide,
by tomorrow, whether to file these old charges or not."
[Hours later, after stepping out of their car and into
a majestic grove of tall pine trees, she concluded she'd have
to spend an all-nighter in order to make that decision. She
soon determined the best way to sort out her dilemma was to
review two related files...]
Those two files were amidst the 20-odd cases she'd copied
and brought up to their mountain retreat. They were the cases
she occasionally went through, because she felt they still had
something to teach her. The two she was now looking for were
among those she'd reviewed most often. Jordon found them
frayed and pressed up against each other. As she retrieved
them, disturbing images of Marcos, Sophia, Pat, and Colin
began to come into focus... |
Justice Served can be purchased locally at Borders and
Chaucers. You can also buy the book and learn more about Joyce on
her Web site: http://www.dudleybook.com/.
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