A Swift Judgement Day
Behind bars at the county jail, Ruth Ann Steinhagen wrote her life story, on orders from Dr. William Haines, the court-appointed psychiatrist. She arranged a small workspace against her cell bars with books, an embroidered white tablecloth, and a photo of Waitkus in his hospital bed.
“The first year I was crazy about him, ” she explained. “I had my first good look at him in 1947. I used to go to all the ballgames just to watch him. We used to wait for them to come out of the clubhouse after the game, and all the time I was watching him, I was building in my mind the idea of killing him. As time went on, I just became nuttier and nuttier about the guy. I knew I would never get to know him in a normal way, so I kept thinking I will never get him, and if I can't have him, nobody else can. Then I decided I would kill him. I didn't know how or when, but I knew I would kill him.
“After a year went by and I was still crazy about him I decided to do something about it. Then I decided to kill him with a gun it would be the easiest way. I actually got the gun in May. I didn't think I would have the courage to get a gun, because I am afraid of one. I knew I couldn't get a small gun like I wanted because you have to go through the trouble of getting a permit, so I went to the pawnshop and got this second-hand rifle. My girlfriend was with me at the time. After that I looked up the schedule to see when the Phillies would be here. I knew they were staying at the hotel, so I put my reservation in for the time they would be there. I got the reservation and it was just a question of waiting. During that time I learned how to put it together and take it apart. Then I just waited until it was time to go. ”