Time to get out some facts. First off we need to all agree that when a person lies in court its called PERJURY. In Alaska, as well as other states, perjury is a felony. That’s up to 10 years in jail. So let us go to the trial. The father of one of the accusers was on the stand. He told how Zeb had driven by his house,”about 15 times”. Now he was talking about the summer of 2003. This in itself is a lie but that wasn’t all of it. He was asked what Zeb was driving. He stated that he was driving a RED FORD PICKUP. Now we have 2 lies. Excuse me that’s two cases of PERJURY. Both DMV and insurance records provie that Zeb did not have a drivers license or a vehicle in 2003. The witness said RED FORD PICKUP because that is what they had for “evidence”. However, again, DMV and insurance records prove that the red ford pickup referred to was not purchased by our family until 2005 and Zeb did not start driving it until 2007. So since we didn’t have a red ford, and he had no license in 2003, it would be IMPOSSIBLE for Zeb to have driven it, or anything for that matter, past their house in 2003. The accuser, daughter of the witness, also stated that she had given Zeb a ride several times. Why would she need to do that if he had a vehicle and a license. Guess that means that the witness committed PERJURY. Shouldn’t he be charged criminally for committing perjury? Yes his lawyer knew these facts and did nothing about it. She never even questioned the witness or objected.
I am Zeb’s younger brother. I wanted to share my experience growing up with Zeb and give some insight on who he is. Most people have no idea what Klinefelter’s syndrome is or how it affects those people who have it. That is largely due to it being an under diagnosed chromosomal disorder. But I can account first hand to the effects of his disorder.
I am three years younger than Zeb, but growing up it never felt that way except for him always being taller than anyone else I knew. I was always an academic child, had a 4.0 GPA and never felt challenged enough by any schooling or testing I had taken. Zeb was just the opposite. He was always in classes that were behind me, even though I was three years younger. I always had a hard time understanding why he was so far behind me or why he seemed to learn slowly, as it wasn’t until much later we found out he had Klinefelter’s syndrome.
Zeb was always seeking acceptance from his peers, and unfortunately most adolescents are very intolerant of those who are different or slower than themselves. This is why Zeb was always eager to make a new friend and accepted anyone into his life regardless of their personality. That being said, he had no concept of how to avoid a bad situation, or how to avoid people who only wanted to take advantage of him.
Zeb was always making foolish mistakes growing up. From throwing fireworks in a dumpster , to stealing candy from the convenience store, or taking money from my mom’s purse. He never once got away with any of these, and always broke under interrogation (I use the word loosely of course) from my family. I tell you this to show you that due to his condition he was unable to identify when he was making a bad choice and to learn from the mistakes he made.
Even though Zeb made plenty of mistakes in his life, I know what type of person he is, and also what kind of people the girls who accused him are, as I too went to high school with them. These girls were all friends, who spent much of their free time together. I do not mean to be insensitive to anyone who has been sexually assaulted, but it rings suspicious to me when five friends all come forward together to report crimes they claim took place over a 3 year spread. Not one of them came forward when they reported the crime to have taken place. That and the story that one of the girls said that I had to come in and stop Zeb while he was assaulting her, which I assure you is not true.
I wanted to share my story and let you all know that I love Zeb, despite all his flaws, and know in my heart that he would and could not commit such atrocities. He has always had a big heart and been very accepting of everyone. I hope the truth will be found and that justice will be done.
This story will be from the facts, either from the police reports, personal testimony or personal knowledge. On the 23rd of January 2009, Zeb was at work as a cook. He eceived a visit from someone that claimed to be an Alaska State Trooper. However he never once showed an ID to anyone. Not Zeb or the manager nor to myself later on. Zeb called his mom and told her that a Trooper was waiting to talk to him. His mom called the trooper and told him we were on our way, and that Zeb has a learning disability. The trooper told her that we couldn’t come down or we would be charged with interference.
I went down from my work to see what was going on. When we came out of the place where he was working the person that claimed to be Trooper Dunford was waiting. I asked him what he wanted and he said he needed to talk to Zeb. I asked what about and he said not in front of Zeb so I suggested we step off to the side which we did. He told me that he wanted to question Zeb about an accusation of sexual assault. He and I got into a discussion about the girls in this area and how they are liars and that he has had to shut them down. He would not even look directly at me. I was starting to get suspicious that he was not really a cop at all. I finally asked if Zeb was under arrest and he said no. I told Zeb to go home. Dunford told him to stay put, I asked again, “is he under arrest”?, again he said “no”. I told Zeb to go home. Now it’s about 12:30 a.m. on January 24th, 2009. Zeb started to get into his pickup when Dunford started yelling and waving his arms. Dunford was yelling, “your under arrest, your under arrest, don’t move, put your hands on the vehicle.” At that point another trooper came out of the dark. Dunford started pat searching Zeb. I told Zeb not to say any thing and to demand a lawyer. I told him this several times. I find it interesting that even though Dunford was the one that said, “your under arrest”, and he did the searches, it is not his name on the arrest record, it is the other Trooper, Leventry’s name on the report. In fact after talking with several hundred people that have been arrested I have not been able to find one single person that has been arrested by Dunford. I have a theory on that. I kept telling Zeb not to talk to anyone. Dunford kept telling me to leave. I was back by my vehicle. Now in Dunford’s report he tells how he had to keep yelling at me to leave and that I got between him and Zeb, which never happened. I am not that stupid. Interesting how he has nothing to back up his claim that I did that. I however have a witness. Leventry and Dunford had Zeb at Leventry’s car and were conducting a pat search. Dunford reached into Zeb’s right vest pocket and took out his keys and his cell phone and placed them on the hood of Leventry’s car. Keep that in mind about the cell phone coming out of Zeb’s vest pocket, it will be important later in showing how Dunford lied to get a warrant. They put Zeb into Leventrys’ car and Leventry took him to the Palmer Post. Now keep in mind Zeb is 6′ 8″ tall and Leventry put the handcuffs extra tight and put him in the back of the cop car with no room, his shoulders hurting like crazy, and left marks in his hand. Leventry did not go directly to the Trooper station, he wanted to inflict pain on Zeb so he went the extra long way. From the bowling alley to the Trooper station would take no longer than 12 minutes, but Leventry took the long way that took appx 28 minutes. Just by the Troopers behavior this was not an ordinary arrest, they wanted Zeb to suffer. Why? This arrest was personal, and that is what this story is about.
First let me explain Zebulon to those who might be curious as to why we are fighting for his justice. Zebulon Clark Whisler was born on 11/8/1984 in Kodiak, Alaska, the third son of 6 kids. He was born the smallest weighing 6 lbs. 12oz. & 19 inches long. I can hear you asking “What does this have to do with fighting for his justice”? The fact is this is where it began.
Zebulon at 15 months old had a very high fever of 105.4 for several hours. We almost lost him that night of January 30th, 1986. Then when he was 3 1/2 on May 13th, 1988 [yes Friday the 13th], I asked him to go outside to play with Daniel his older brother. Rusty my husband was in the USCG and was sent TAD to Elizabeth City, NC. So a few minutes later Daniel came rushing into the house to tell me Zebe was bleeding. I went to the door and all I saw was blood all over Zebe’s face, throat, and chest. Zebulon was climbing up the ladder of the slide when he slipped and fell. He was carrying a stick in his mouth, so when he fell the stick went through the roof of his mouth. It was serious. It ended up, that he needed surgery with 8 stitiches in his hard pallet. He just missed by a hair, of the stick going through his soft pallet where all the senses are connected. The ENT told us we were very lucky.
But after that Zebe developed TICS, which I thought it was do to his injury, but it was a combination. So when Zeb started school I knew he would need extra help in academics. I thought maybe it was because of his high fever, never knowing this precious misunderstood little boy had Klinefelter’s Syndrome. Had the USCG medical done as they were instructed by Dr. Brenner in Anchorage, and had done a genetic chromoesone test, we would be on a different path. We would have known at age 8 he had Klinefelter’s Syndrome, and become part of a support group like Klinefelter’s Syndrome and Associates.
We would have a “road map” so to speak, and he would have had the guidance and help he needed. Instead what happened was we didn’t know and we had to guess what was the best course for his education and upbringing. When he was in 1st grade and on the playground he was yelled at for being with the first graders and told he needed to go back with his 6th grade class. He was 7 years old, was a first grader, and taller than anyone in the elementary school. The kids in his class would make up songs, and lyrics about him, taunt him, and still he was eager to please. Never held a grudge, kind, always willing to help, and not being able to read “social cues”. Had we his parents known he had Klinefelter’s Syndrome all of this could have been avoided. We were clueless, in the dark, just like all the teachers, and people who knew and loved him. He was just a little boy in a giant sized body, and only wanted what we all long for acceptance.
This is a new website. As we are just getting started we ask you to be patient and check back often. I would like to start by saying that Zeb is a gentle giant. Anyone who knows him will agree with that. Please check out the link to klienfelter’s to understand more about him and those like him. In this site we plan to lay out all the evidence in his case. Virtually none of the evidence was presented in court. No investigation was done into anything that could show his innocence. In the video you will see 2 females “collecting evidence”. Evidence that was not needed. It was collected against all know regulations. He was touched on the genitals by opposite sex and then they found nothing. As a side note, they did not put anything about the touching or penial swab in their written report. But as I said we will go through this step by step. Please take time now to review the klienfelters page.
In this video, you can see Zeb being examined for forensic evidence in the rape case by two female State Troopers. How is this okay? Were this a female getting her genitals examined by two males this would have received national attention.