- The first time Russell Yates ever saw Andrea Kennedy,
she was in the water. It was 1989, and he had spied her sunbathing in a
bikini by the pool of the Houston apartment complex they shared. She hopped
in for a swim, and he looked on in wonderment as she steadied herself with
her toes against the pool wall and stretched out to float serenely on her
back, her long brown hair making a slow swirl in the blue water and her
arms outstretched like a cross. She seemed so at peace he thought she might
fall asleep on that bed of water. He would later find out that she was
a champion swimmer and had once swum around an island in Mexico. She loved
to sail. She loved the water. As Rusty Yates now describes the woman he
would marry in 1993, "she was a person who was more graceful in the
water than out of it."
- It is late into the night of the second day of 2002,
and Rusty Yates is sitting in a Mobile, Ala., hotel room, traveling on
his first vacation alone and trying to piece together thoughts of his marriage.
The nasa computer engineer averts his memory from the image of water for
a moment. But he cannot really avoid it. v On June 20, 2001, when the
police reached his modest brick home on Beachcomber Lane in suburban Houston,
they found Andrea drenched with bathwater, her flowery blouse and brown
leather sandals soaking wet. She had turned on the bathroom faucet to
fill the porcelain tub and moved aside the shaggy mat to give herself
traction for kneeling on the floor. It took a bit of work for her to chase
down the last of the children; toward the end, she had a scuffle in the
family room, sliding around on wet tile below a poster that proclaimed
the epithets of Christ: savior, shepherd, bishop of souls. She dripped
watery footprints from the tub to her bedroom, where she straightened
the blankets around the kids in their pajamas once she was done with them.
- She called 911 and then her husband. "It's time.
I finally did it," she said before telling him to come home and hanging
up. He called back to ask what happened.
- "It's the kids," she said.
- He asked which of five.
- "All of them."
- Jury selection is now under way in one of the most sensational
murder cases in years. Andrea Kennedy Yates, 37, has pleaded not guilty
by reason of insanity to multiple counts of capital murder, the drowning
of her four sons and baby daughter. At issue in the trial is her mental
state: her motives and her will. Her attorneys will argue that the killings
were brought on by psychotic delusions, exacerbated by repeated episodes
of postpartum depression. Prosecutors dispute the extent of her psychosis
and plan to seek the death penalty if she is convicted, contending she
knew right from wrong and that the massacre of five children was an intentional
attempt to escape a life she could no longer live--and a husband she had
grown to resent. While Andrea is the one on trial, the case will also bring
scrutiny of her husband, her doctors, her mother and siblings. What did
they know of her condition? And could they have prevented the tragedy?
- Andrea Yates' odyssey is the focus of a Time investigation
that included 40 hours of conversations with Rusty Yates as well as interviews
with his wife's family and friends. Time also reviewed hours of home videos
and thousands of medical records, police files, autopsy reports and court
documents. What emerges is a picture far different from that in the framed
family photographs hanging in the hallway of the couple's home. It is
a portrait of a fateful, tragic intersection of characters. Among them:
- A woman who had a vision of violence from the time just
after her first child was born but who kept her demons secret to preserve
the image of family and motherhood she and her husband treasured.
- A well-intentioned husband, strong willed yet seen as
lacking empathy, who had the task of explaining his wife's mental condition
to physicians as she lapsed into silence and catatonia.
- A psychiatrist who achieved a dramatic improvement in
Andrea Yates' symptoms with antipsychotic drugs but whose warnings about
the danger of relapse were not heeded by Andrea or her husband.
- An institutional doctor who missed opportunities to expand
her treatment, halted her antipsychotic drugs and sent her home after only
- Family members with a history of mental illness but little
self-awareness of their shared syndromes. They had a vague sense of her
problems but remained at a certain distance from her, despite harboring
concerns about the way their in-law Rusty was handling the situation. What
becomes clear from the oral history and medical documents of Andrea Yates
is that she did not simply snap but gradually came undone. Since her arrest,
she has told detectives and court-appointed doctors things that her husband
and psychiatrists say she managed to hide for months, if not years.
- Rusty Yates denies contributing to her mania and maintains
the strongest belief that she is innocent, that insanity led her to kill.
"Andrea is a victim here. She has lived in a different world for weeks
and weeks, months and months," Rusty says. "She is waking up,
and this is her life now. Think of the trauma she has been through. What
a cruel thing to do. Where's the compassion?"
- On the dry-marker board Andrea used to home school their
children, Rusty has drawn charts of her depressive episodes and hospital
stays since 1999. He can cite studies in the American Journal of Forensic
Medicine and Pathology; he has read the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual
of Mental Disorders. His wife's major depressive episodes, he says, are
described on page 356. His obligation to support her, he says, goes beyond
their wedding vows. "She wasn't just my wife. She's my best friend.
And my friend's in trouble."
- Rusty Yates now believes there was something invisible
and corrosive in Andrea, and trying to explicate his marriage, he weaves
together two threads: "Bible and brain." God blessed them with
five children in eight years of marriage. A big family, Rusty says, was
going to be their "adventure in life." But, he explains, "the
Bible says the devil prowls around looking for someone to devour. I look
at Andrea, and I think that Andrea was weak"--not morally weak but
chemically weak, her resistance to evil lowered by mental illness. "Think
about a field of deer, and there's one limping around, and that's kind
of the way I see it. Andrea was weak, and he attacked her. Jesus says,
Resist the devil, and he will flee from you." But Andrea did not
have the strength to resist. On June 20, 2001, however, she was strong
enough to realize a vision that had been in her head for two years.
- Secrets and Lies Andrea Kennedy had never before been
so bold as on the day in 1989 when she knocked on Rusty Yates' apartment
door to ask if he knew who had dinged her car. He did not, but they talked.
She later confessed to him that she had simply wanted to meet him--just
as he had first been interested in her after seeing her in the pool weeks
earlier. She went by herself to eat at a steak restaurant by a river,
and the sight of couples chatting intimately made her focus her attentions
on Rusty. Back at their apartment complex, she scribbled a note on a torn
piece of notebook paper and placed it beneath a wiper of his white Toyota
Corolla. It said, i was thinking maybe you could come by some time tonight.
"I doubt she ever did anything like that before that time,"
says Rusty. "She just got to a point that she needed companionship."
- Eventually, he gave up Monday-night football to visit
her apartment. They talked for more than an hour. "She was smart,"
recalls Rusty, who was 25 at the time, as was Andrea. "She used two
or three words and I didn't know what they were." Perhaps for fear
of embarrassing him, she did not tell him then that she had been high school
valedictorian. He had been a popular jock in high school--and a summa
cum laude graduate of Auburn University. There were secrets she would
never tell him. Her boldness was rooted in desperation: she had not dated
until she turned 23, and she was getting over a romantic breakup. Only
after her arrest, he says, did he learn of it from her psychiatric records.
- Even as a teenager, she kept her confidences. "Andrea
would not let people get close enough," says Marlene Wark, her only
good friend through Milby High School in southeast Houston. "She
was prickly that way. She minded her own business and expected you to
mind your own business." She was the youngest of five. Her parents,
determined to vary the children's interests, would rouse them from bed
at 5:30 a.m. to swim in the cold pool at the ymca. The family had one
of the largest paper routes in Houston, making deliveries in their mother
Jutta's aqua station wagon, which their father Andrew had souped up. As
soon as she was old enough, Andrea got a job at a Jack in the Box restaurant.
"Her parents expected her to make good grades, and she made good
grades," recalls Wark. "She was always interested in pleasing
her parents, particularly her father. He was a teacher and very demanding.
She did not want him to disapprove of her." She took a calculus test
from which she was exempt to prove her capability. "I think her dad
really wanted her to do it," says Kyle Weygandt, another classmate.
- Andrea worked as a post-op nurse at M.D. Anderson Cancer
Center while dating Rusty, who designed computer systems for nasa. They
spent two years getting to know each other, living together, reading the
Bible and praying. Their wedding in 1993 was not extravagant, but Andrea
and Rusty had very set ideas about the future. The couple talked openly
to wedding guests about planning not to use birth control and wanting as
many children as might come along. Within three months, Andrea was pregnant.
She kept her job until Noah's birth in February 1994. One morning soon
after, however, she had a startling vision: the image of a knife crossed
her mind, flickering into a scene of somebody being stabbed, which vanished
as quickly as it had appeared. She dismissed it and never told Rusty, who
says he learned of it only after she was arrested.
- With Noah still in diapers, Andrea was pregnant again
in 1995. She gave up swimming and jogging. She saw less of her friends.
"That was her choice," says her friend Marlene Wark, who lost
touch with her old chum after Noah's birth. "Andrea is not a cream
puff. She never struck me as the type who rolled over." Wark had seen
her friendship lapse with Andrea before. In college they stopped talking
for a year until Andrea warmed up again, without ever explaining what
had miffed her. Andrea later told another friend that, at the time, she
might have been bulimic and depressed.
- Rusty learned to accept some of Andrea's secretiveness.
"I know a few things about her," he says, "but I don't know
a lot. I don't probe. I don't want to be nosy." He even respected
her obsession about undressing and changing in a closet, out of his sight.
She did not like confrontation and argument. He says he wanted her to speak
up, but she didn't. She avoided conflicts with stints of silence that lasted
days or weeks until he confronted her. "Throw a frying pan at me.
Do anything!" Rusty says he told her. Nothing.
- "I wanted her to thrive as a person," he says.
"I wanted her to read challenging works. I didn't want her to get
isolated and overwhelmed and all these things you get with children."
He recalls buying her books on home management and offering to cut back
on his work so she could return to nursing. She refused, he says, telling
him, "I'm a mother now."
- The Obedient Wife In 1996 rusty jumped at a chance to
be part of a six-month nasa-related project in Florida, and he wanted to
drive his family there in a trailer. So he leased out their four-bedroom
house, and Andrea plunged ahead with a garage sale of furniture, Christmas
ornaments and clothes. No one recalls her complaining, but her relatives
could not help noticing that she saved photos and her wedding dress while
Rusty focused on storing his tools and workout gear.
- That November, Andrea, Noah and baby John moved into
the 38-ft. trailer, setting themselves up in a recreation-vehicle community
in Seminole, Fla. While Rusty worked, Andrea spent her days taking Noah
and John to the beach, the park and the children's museum. Rusty was head
of the household. Andrea was his partner. Their parenting skills differed,
he says, but their philosophy didn't. They showed the boys the value of
books, sports, the arts. Andrea taught them to shuck corn and snap green
beans. She wanted them to appreciate the colors of rainbows. She let them
make messes, get away with more. v In Florida, Andrea became pregnant twice,
miscarrying the first time but conceiving again by the time Rusty's project
ended and they drove back to Houston. She began to call herself "Fertile
- They rented a grassy lot for their trailer home at the
Lazy Days RV Campground, near a dog track in Hitchcock, Texas. Rusty had
no intention of returning to the house in suburbia. Not yet. They were
living out a new family motto: Travel light. "We had expenses. We
didn't have a budget," Rusty says. "We just kind of lived. We
took it easy."
- A few months later, in 1998, Rusty came across a newsletter
by an itinerant evangelist named Michael Woroniecki, whose advice had influenced
him in college. Woroniecki was selling a motor home converted from a 1978
GMC bus that he, his wife and kids had used for their traveling crusade.
Andrea and Noah, 4, preferred the bus to the trailer, so Rusty bought it.
Noah and John slept in "the hole," a luggage compartment accessible
from the cabin through a trapdoor. The 350 sq. ft. of living space would
also house Paul, who would be only 17 months old when brother Luke was
- Yet even as her brood expanded, Andrea was busy caring
for her father, who had Alzheimer's and had never fully recovered from
a heart attack a decade earlier. During the holidays, with her kids in
tow, Andrea usually took charge, dishing up plates of food for relatives
even as her own meal went cold. It was always Andrea who visited; she
rarely allowed relatives to visit her, even though they lived just 30
minutes away. "We got as close as they would let you," says
her brother Andrew Kennedy.
- "They were very private." Some thought she
was embarrassed by the bus. The stresses seemed to converge in 1999 after
the family took the bus to the Grand Canyon. Andrea seemed tired and preoccupied
on the drive home to Texas, recalls Rusty, who assumed she was suffering
from aftereffects of the flu, which they all had had. But then she slipped
into a deep funk. On June 16, 1999, crying and nearly hysterical, she called
Rusty at work and asked him to come home. He found her in the back room
of the bus. She was slumped in a chair, biting her fingers, her legs shaking
even more uncontrollably than her hands. Rusty packed her and the kids
into his Chevy Suburban and drove south to Galveston and the bay. There
he walked his wife along the seawall in an attempt to calm her. But she
remained shaken. He then drove her to her parents' home.
- The next day, after Rusty had left to run errands, Andrea
told her mother Jutta that she was going to nap. Andrea then took at least
40 pills of her mother's trazodone, an antidepressant prescribed to help
Jutta sleep. Andrea was lying unconscious in her mother's bed when Jutta
walked in, saw the empty bottle and called 911. An ambulance arrived, with
Rusty following behind. As paramedics carried Andrea away on a stretcher,
her sons sobbed uncontrollably.
- The Breakdown She had taken the pills to "sleep
forever," Andrea told staff at the Methodist Hospital, according to
medical records released by defense lawyers. But afterward she felt guilty
for attempting suicide. "I have my family to live for," she
told registered nurse Bridget Fenton. Andrea told a psychiatrist she was
worried the overdose had done permanent damage to her body.
- Recovery was not as immediate as repentance. On June
20, 1999, Andrea retreated from group therapy to her hospital room, where
with the lights out, she pulled the sheets over her head. According to
his notes, psychiatrist James Flack found her to be purposefully vague.
"I guess there has been some turmoil," she told him without elaborating.
Her "extreme guardedness" frustrated Norma Tauriac, a social
worker at the hospital. Yates would discuss her childhood, but she deflected
the social worker's questions about her children or her breakdown. All
she would say was "I guess I was overwhelmed and depressed."
When Tauriac asked about her strengths, Andrea paused, then said, "I
can't think of any right now."
- Rusty had his own assessment. In a phone call with Tauriac,
he said Andrea had "lost her identity." She relied on him for
decisions, he said, noting that she focused only on the children. Tauriac
asked about the marriage. "Maybe I could treat her with more respect,"
Rusty said, adding that Andrea "may be struggling with the concept
of salvation ... She puts a burden on herself." He thought Andrea
had "some guilt about showing anger." Tauriac scribbled notes
in the file: "The patient's husband might be a little bit controlling."
- Tauriac was wary of Rusty. He had insisted that his wife's
problems were simply signs of temporary postpartum depression, not a graver
mental illness. He also told her that he was teaching the kids to be quieter
for long periods and that he was instructing them in woodworking. His
31?2-year-old, he said, could use a power drill.
- Andrea was still depressed, but Flack discharged her
"for insurance reasons," as he wrote on her medical chart. He
also thought she might respond better to a female psychiatrist, whom she
might find more "nurturing," he told Rusty. Flack had given Andrea
a prescription for Zoloft, an antidepressant not unlike her mother's, and
Rusty took her back to her parents to recuperate. But she never liked taking
pills and faked swallowing them, say Jutta and Rusty. They took turns checking
her mouth for hidden meds.
- Andrea only got worse. Staying in bed all day, she scratched
four bald spots into her scalp and picked sores in her nose. She used her
nails to score marks on her legs and arms in her silent obsessions. Her
mother and other relatives say Andrea was slipping away, and they could
not reach her. At this time, she would later tell psychiatrists--but not
her husband, he says--she experienced visions and voices. She would hear
commands: "Get a knife! Get a knife!" Then the image she first
saw after Noah's birth returned: a knife and a person being stabbed. But
now in the image she saw the bloody results. The visions returned as many
as 10 times over several days.
- Andrea told Rusty and her mother that the children were
"eating too much." When 4-month-old Luke cried, Andrea would
try to rock him to sleep and give him a pacifier, but she would not feed
him. The task of weaning the infant to a bottle fell to her elderly mother,
who struggled to care for her grandchildren and her own sick husband.
- Not until Andrea became ill did her relatives fully realize
that mental illness ran in the family. They began to confide in one another,
says Jutta. Andrea's brother Andrew and sister Michelle are being treated
for depression. Her other brother Brian found out he is bipolar. The more
they talked, the more they all suspected that their father had been battling
depression. Andrea, as far as anyone knew, had never been treated for her
pre-Rusty bout of depression.
- The day before she was to meet her new psychiatrist,
Andrea disappeared. Rusty tracked her to the bathroom, where she stared
at the mirror, pressing a kitchen knife against her throat, deliberating.
"Give me the knife," Rusty demanded. She told him to get out.
"Let me do it," she said. He moved toward her, grabbing her arm
and prying the knife away. Upon hearing the details from Rusty, psychiatrist
Eileen Starbranch wanted Andrea hospitalized again. This time she would
be sent to Memorial Spring Shadows Glen, a private center in northwest
Houston. After 10 days, Andrea was nearly catatonic. Electroshock therapy
was considered. But Starbranch decided to try an "emergency injection"
formulated from a cocktail of drugs, including the antipsychotic Haldol,
which she used only in dire cases. The effects were immediate, recalls
Rusty. His wife exhaled like a wounded animal and moved erratically around
the room before she slept.
- When she awoke, Rusty saw renewed longing in her eyes
as she looked at the swimming pool outside, back at him and then at the
pool again. He saw the woman she could be. The conversation they had that
night, he thought, was one of their best. Andrea was unguarded. Later
she told him that the Haldol injection was a "truth serum"--and
that she hated how it caused her to lose control of herself.
- In sessions with psychologist James Thompson, whose medical
records were released by defense lawyers, Andrea said things she would
never confess to her husband. Her attempt to commit suicide, she explained
to Thompson, was her way of heading off what the visions and voices were
leading to. "I had a fear I would hurt somebody. I thought it better
to end my own life and prevent it," she said. What others saw as
her silence and nervousness, she said, were her attempts to restrain herself
from acting out and causing harm.
- In the sessions with Thompson, her secret history began
to unfold. She admitted the knife image followed Noah's birth but refused
to say who was hurt in the vision. She tried to change the subject. She
had been depressed twice in her life--after her dad's heart attack and
the "failed relationship" before she met Rusty. How, asked Thompson,
would she describe the old Andrea? "A little more outgoing. More
cheerful. More helpful. More patient. Not so self- centered as I am now."
- The Kennedys were running out of room in their small
house as Andrea's brothers and their kids moved in briefly, but her parents
were adamant that Rusty not take her back to the bus. It was not healthy
for her--or the kids. So Rusty, now a project manager at nasa earning $80,000
a year, bought a house, the second one he looked at: 942 Beachcomber Lane,
a Spanish-style home with three bedrooms, two baths, trees, a high wood
fence around the backyard and a spot to park the bus. Rusty took Andrea
to close the deal. She was now receiving Haldol monthly and looked like
a zombie, says Rusty, but he remembers she could hold the pen, signing
here and initialing there, agreeing to pay the mortgage along with him.
"I wanted her name to be on the deed," Rusty says, hoping the
serenity of the backyard would speed her recovery.
- And as the months passed, Andrea improved. She started
swimming again, doing a furious 70 laps at dawn in the neighborhood pool.
She planted milkweed to attract the butterflies that she and Noah loved.
In a rare confession, she told Rusty she felt she had "failed"
at the simple life in the bus. But she turned the front den into a classroom
to home school Noah and the other kids. When they studied horses, they
read Black Beauty and went riding real ones. When they were learning about
Indians, she crafted a cardboard diorama including pretend deerskin stretched
across twigs. To show off musical instruments, they paraded as a marching
band in front of the video camera so Daddy could see them. She insisted
on buying extra workbooks to expand their home-schooling curriculum. "You
make it difficult on yourself," Rusty says he told her. "You're
making it more complicated than it needs to be."
- Andrea baked elaborate birthday cakes from scratch and
stayed up late sewing costumes for her friends' kids, not just her own.
The boys bragged about her chicken pot pie, and Rusty loved her chocolate-covered
cookies. She traveled with the best-stocked stroller and diaper bag in
the neighborhood, complete with apples cut into kid-size bites. "She
did love to nurture her children," says Traci Winkler, another mother
who would hang out with Andrea at the park and at kids' birthday parties.
"She never seemed like she was in a rush with them." On Wednesday
nights Rusty would take one of the boys out for pizza. Mommy's Night Out
was Thursday. Andrea usually took one of the younger kids with her.
- The family had Bible study three nights a week in the
living room because Rusty had not found a church he liked. He had learned
the faults of organized religion from Michael Woroniecki, the traveling
preacher who had sold him the bus. Rusty did not agree completely with
the extreme views of his old spiritual mentor. But Andrea, moved by the
repent-or-burn zeal, wound up exchanging letters with the preacher and
his wife for years after they bought the bus. Woroniecki wrote that "the
role of woman is derived ... from the sin of Eve" and that bad children
come from bad mothers. Sometimes her family life seemed to parallel his:
raising kids on the road, home schooling, God fearing. At one point, she
asked Woroniecki to write a letter to help convert her Catholic parents.
The influence worried the Kennedys. What had Rusty got her into? But even
Rusty grew concerned with her obsession with Scripture. Still, he says,
"a guy cannot really complain that his wife is reading the Bible
- Andrea was continuing her Haldol injections and driving
twice a month to see a social worker for counseling. At that time, neither
Rusty nor Andrea chose to find out more about the complexities of depression
that had threatened their family. He once asked what her illness had been
like. "Very dark," she told him. She would not discuss it further,
and Rusty admits that he asked nothing else. "I didn't want to pry,"
he says. He still knew nothing of the knives she saw or the bloody visions,
he says, and believed she was fully recovered.
- Rusty had used birth control while Andrea was on psychotropics.
But toward the end of 1999, when she was happily baking cookies and exercising
again, she stopped taking her meds and they stopped using contraception.
By the spring of 2000, she was pregnant again. "We weren't trying
to have a baby," Rusty says, "but we weren't trying not to,
- Dr. Starbranch had warned that if Andrea's illness returned,
it could be more severe. But Rusty and Andrea both believed, Rusty says,
that if the depression were to return, Rusty could easily recognize the
symptoms and seek early intervention. The birth of Luke may have triggered
her illness, but he was a blessing too. "To us," says Rusty,
"the trade was simple."
- Not everyone thought so. Andrea's mother was already
concerned that Rusty had contributed to his wife's first breakdown. Andrea's
former nursing colleague Debbie Holmes tried to talk to Andrea about the
burdens of motherhood. Andrea already had four kids. Did she really need
another? But Andrea told her friend that Rusty wanted the baby. "Rusty
only cares about Rusty," Holmes told Time. Through the years, she
heard Andrea describe her husband as controlling and manipulative. Holmes
told police she was "the only friend allowed to visit" Andrea,
and Holmes wrote down her friend's stories about Rusty in her diary. When
Andrea trimmed Rusty's hair, Holmes claimed, her hands supposedly trembled
because he belittled her for every goof.
- Andrea hoped for a girl. "Let's get enough boys
for a basketball team, and then we can talk about girls," Rusty joked.
By Thanksgiving 2000, she got her wish: a daughter named Mary Deborah.
- Darkness Visible In spite of keeping house, home schooling
and a new daughter, Andrea never missed a day of visitation when her father
lay dying in the spring of 2001. She took all the children with her to
the local VA hospital. She cared for him after doctors sent him home.
The man who once taught her to sail was now confined to a wheelchair and
could only gargle the water Andrea gave him. The night he died, Andrea
insisted on driving to her parents' house. But the sight of her father's
corpse devastated her. Rusty still wonders how guilty Andrea felt about
the death--whether she believed her father could have lived longer at home
with an IV, which as a nurse she could have administered. But he never
asked her about her feelings.
- Andrea began to fray. She became absorbed in the Bible.
Rusty came home one day to find Noah upset because Andrea had berated him
about an assignment. "Nothing would get her to laugh," says her
brother Andrew. "She would not ask us for help. Maybe she didn't know
how." She constantly held Mary but would not feed her. She stopped
talking. She went days without drinking liquids. She began scratching her
head to baldness again. It was just three weeks since her father's death.
- At Dr. Starbranch's advice, Rusty decided to rehospitalize
his wife and, guided by his Blue Cross/Blue Shield insurance coverage,
found the Devereux Texas Treatment Network, a sprawling campus amid the
woods in nearby League City. But it was not easy to get her there. On March
31, 2001, Andrea refused to leave the house. As Rusty remembers it, he
and her brother Brian had to drag her into a truck, and at Devereux's
parking lot they had to drag her out. Andrea then refused to sign forms
admitting herself to Devereux, leading her attending psychiatrist Mohammed
Saeed and the staff to prepare letters asking a Texas judge to confine
her to the Austin State Hospital because, they said, her condition was
dangerous. After Rusty pleaded for hours, she complied. What the psychiatrist
learned about her history came from her husband, who did all the talking,
not from the psychiatrists and other professionals who had treated her
in the past. Rusty says he still did not know about the visions and voices
his wife had described in 1999, but he urged Dr. Saeed to read Andrea's
medical records because the psychiatrist seemed skeptical about her earlier
treatment involving a Haldol cocktail. When Saeed finally received a partial
batch of records, he wrote in her chart, "No new info."
- At Rusty's urging, Saeed agreed to put Andrea on Haldol,
but discontinued the treatment after only a few weeks because he thought
her "flat face" might be a side effect. In a pretrial hearing
last month, Saeed testified that he partly based his treatment decision
on the limited responses of a patient who rarely spoke. "I had not
seen any evidence of psychosis," he testified, referring to medical
files, "and I have a notation that she had denied hallucinations and
delusions." (Saeed has declined comment to the press, citing a gag
order.) Saeed said she never opened up to him about her inner torment.
At the hospital, she watched videos about drug addiction, which Devereux
officials say offer therapeutic advantages, such as coping skills. v It
took 10 days for Andrea to begin feeding herself again. That was enough
improvement for Saeed to discharge her, even though her medications were
not yet stabilized. She wanted to go home, where Saeed said she might
respond. Says Rusty: "He saw me. He thought I could take care of
her. He calculated the risk."
- Home, however, was a demanding place. Andrea had resisted
the idea of a nanny or a housekeeper, says Rusty, who felt that keeping
house "was a source of pride for her." The Kennedys thought he
should have hired somebody long ago. "I had five children, but I had
a very good husband who helped," Jutta says. Rusty's mom Dora, however,
came from Tennessee to help, sleeping at a motel and watching Andrea and
the kids by day.
- On May 3, while he worked, Andrea and her mother-in-law
took the kids for a walk. After they returned, Noah saw Andrea filling
up the tub. He told his grandmother, who turned off the water. Asked why,
all Andrea said was, "I might need it." Debbie Holmes stopped
by the house to drop off food, but Andrea would not let her in. Holmes
doubted whether Rusty realized the severity of Andrea's depression; she
believed he was not "big" on pills. Holmes also believed her
friend had been possessed by the devil, something the two discussed after
her 1999 illness, say sources close to the case. About this time in 2001,
the sources say, Holmes was worried that the demons had returned a hundredfold.
- But even Rusty knew that Andrea needed treatment. When
Dr. Saeed agreed to a rehospitalization, Rusty drove her back to Devereux.
Lori, 32, her roommate there, remembers Andrea as eerily mute as she lay
in the windowless room farthest down the hall from the nurses' station
in Unit 3. "Her eyes were real wide. She looked like a scared person,"
says Lori. "It was like nothing I'd ever seen before." Despite
the rules, Rusty would walk into their room, and Lori complained to nurses.
"To me, he was sneaky," she says. One night Lori hallucinated
and screamed so loudly that nurses ran to their room. Andrea, lying in
bed, did not flinch. Lori's parents, David and Janna Fashenpour, came
to daily group therapy for families. At first they liked Rusty. But he
dominated the discussions when others tried to talk, and he answered questions
the counselor asked his wife, who wouldn't nod her head. Says David Fashenpour,
a retired Air Force officer and nasa contractor: "It was almost like
her silence was a payback to the husband--like a control issue going on."
- During this hospital stay--unlike the three previous
ones--Rusty did not bring the kids to see her. For Mother's Day, though,
the four boys and Mary brought her a heart-shaped helium balloon and Russell
Stover chocolates with a rose on the box. On a concoction of Haldol and
antidepressants, she had improved marginally. She remained on 15-minute
suicide checks, and she mostly stayed in her room. But for the first time,
when Saeed asked if she was having suicidal thoughts, she answered no.
The next afternoon, May 14, Rusty came by for his daily visit and found
Andrea waiting by the nurses' station. She was ready to go home, released
by Saeed, who wrote in her chart that while she still appeared depressed,
she was eating and sleeping "much better." Hospital workers noted
that in group therapy, she would still say nothing except her name. Nurses
noted that her affect was "flat," her mood "somber"
and her judgment still "impaired"; however, she was showering
and eating with "minimal prompting." So Rusty took Andrea home.
- Last Acts On June 18 the lot behind the discount cigar
and liquor store was nearly empty when Rusty pulled into the strip shopping
center where Dr. Saeed parks his Mercedes. Andrea, silent and somber, had
not changed her clothes or combed her hair before the appointment. In the
month since her release from Devereux, Saeed had sent her to six days
of outpatient therapy that again included four hour-long sessions on substance
abuse and addiction. He had discontinued Haldol and tinkered with her drug
combination, sending Rusty to Walgreens five times to fetch pills.
- "She's declined," Rusty says he told Saeed.
"And I'm concerned." Rusty, as had been his practice, answered
most of the questions, at one point describing how Andrea woke up screaming
from a nightmare in which she was "trapped in bed." Each gradual
improvement, he told Saeed, had been followed by slightly faster declines,
particularly in the previous few days. He wanted Saeed to consider shock
- Saeed was not as displeased by Andrea's progress. Shock
treatments were usually temporary fixes for severely ill patients, he told
Rusty. He still did not want to go back to prescribing Haldol. "It's
a bad medicine," he said. He thought about putting her on lithium,
typically used to treat bipolar patients with mood swings. Andrea's mood
had been flat but steady until the past week, Rusty told him. Asked if
she were suicidal, Andrea murmured "No" to Saeed. He did not
ask if she thought of hurting others. Again Saeed adjusted her dose of
antidepressants, but no Haldol, Rusty says. The psychiatrist then suggested,
"Maybe you can see a psychologist." Before she walked out, Saeed
turned to Andrea and said that he needed her help. Find new ways of controlling
the mind, he told her. "Think positive thoughts."
- On the afternoon of the next day, Andrea watched cartoons
in the living room, and later she joined in a brief round of basketball
with Rusty and Noah in the garage, taking about 15 shots. Then without
a word she went back in and crawled into bed without changing her clothes.
She did not wake till the next morning, June 20. The nightmares had taken
over. That day Rusty Yates noticed a nervousness in the way Andrea moved
around the kitchen, setting out cereal bowls and milk for the kids.
- Rusty asked her to get ointment for Paul's lip, which
he'd hurt at the playground. Andrea hurriedly dabbed on the gel. John asked
Rusty if he could finally have his long-awaited turn going to work with
him at nasa and playing games at Space Center Houston. But Rusty had a
space-shuttle design meeting that morning and was not in the mood to take
John along. He told him to stay with Mommy. Rusty made certain Andrea had
swallowed her morning dose of antidepressants, and as he left he saw her
eating handfuls of Sugar Pops from the box.
- The kids were still having breakfast when she began.
First was "Perfect Paul," the 3-year-old who had been her most
joyful and least trouble. He died in seconds, held violently underwater
by the mother whose hands had carefully washed his hair so that the soap
would not sting his eyes. She carried his soaked body to her bed, tucking
him beneath a maroon blanket, his head on the pillows. After Paul, she
drowned Luke, 2, and moved on to John, 5. Next she killed their baby sister
Mary, whom she had distracted with a bottle so she wouldn't scoot away
and hurt herself while her brothers were being killed.
- Noah, her firstborn, was the last to die. The 7-year-old
left his half-eaten cereal on the kitchen table when Andrea summoned him.
Walking into the bathroom, Noah saw his sister facedown in the water, her
tiny fists clenched. He asked, "What's wrong with Mary?" and
then, according to the account Andrea would give police, he tried to run
away. His mother chased him down, dragged the wailing boy to the bathroom
and forced him facedown into nine inches of cold water in the tub, his
sister's body floating lifeless next to him. Noah came up twice as he
fought for air. But Andrea held her grip. She then laid Mary in bed with
her brothers, wrapping their arms around the baby. She left Noah in the
- Waiting for Death Drinking a diet Coke, Andrea told homicide
sergeant Eric Mehl what she had done and why. She did not hate the children.
Nor was she mad at them. "They weren't developing correctly,"
she said. The soft-spoken sergeant asked how long she had considered murder.
Two years, she said. "Since I realized I have not been a good mother
to them." Mehl watched her movements. She looked him in the eye.
She nodded. Sometimes she answered, "Yes, sir." But she would
sit in 15 seconds of stone-cold silence if he asked too much. She could
give only short answers to simple questions in their 17-minute conversation
as she twice recounted the order in which her children were born and died.
- Later she told jail doctors that nothing could mute the
patter that said she was a lousy mother. The death of her children, she
said, was her punishment, not theirs. It was, she explained, a mother's
final act of mercy. Did not the Bible say it would be better for a person
to be flung into the sea with a stone tied to his neck than cause little
ones to stumble? And she had failed her children. Only her execution would
rescue her from the evil inside her--a state-sanctioned exorcism in which
George W. Bush, the former Governor and now President, would come to save
her from the clutches of Satan. Had not Scripture taught that the government
is a minister of God, "an avenger who brings wrath on the one who
practices evil?" She told the doctors she wanted her hair shaved
so she could see the number 666--the mark of the Antichrist--on her scalp.
She also wanted her hair cropped in the shape of a crown, perhaps the
kind the Bible says Jesus will give to those who have won salvation.
- When Rusty visited her two days after her arrest, Andrea
had gone from robotic to bizarre. The blank look on her face appeared to
be strained, even skeptical as Rusty sat and told her he had done some
thinking and knew she did not intentionally kill the children. He had stood
in front of television cameras to defend her. "I love you and I support
you," he told her. Leaning back in her chair, she interrupted. "You
will be greatly rewarded," she said in a cold voice, echoing the Sermon
on the Mount. When Rusty tried to introduce her lawyer, she said, "I
don't need an attorney. I'm not going to plead not guilty." As he
left, Andrea said, "Have a nice life."
- Since then, Andrea has been put back on Haldol and other
drugs. Though she has a distorted recall of June 20, other memories are
coming back. "It's like a fog being lifted," she tells Rusty
when he visits her on Wednesdays and Fridays. Their discussions are blunt
but sincere. "If I am going to have an ongoing relationship with
her," Rusty says, "I need her to be open." Andrea calls
him once a week from jail. They talk while Rusty cradles the cordless phone
and paces the empty house. Before Christmas, Andrea asked him to play her
snippets of home videos archived in the electronic shrine that he has created
at www.yateskids.org. Only recently had she been allowed to see photos
of her children. Rusty made sure he played her clips of all five. Listening
from a pay phone, Andrea wept to hear Noah's brothers singing him the Happy
Birthday song and Paul's giggles as he held newborn Mary.
- The children are buried near a stream of running water
at the Forest Park East cemetery. Rusty comes by often to talk out loud
and to hear his own thoughts. He wishes he had let John come along to
work with him that day. He misses Noah, misses the basketball games. He
feels in his heart that each of the children has forgiven their mother.
He feels they can hear him speak, can hear his thoughts. And so, on one
December day, he whispered one plea to them. "Pray for Mommy."