son, Gregg Meissner, 18, was hanged in his bedroom in our family home in
At 8 a.m., I returned home from working the night shift at a retirement center to find my beautiful boy, who had been in bed asleep when I left the house, fully dressed but barefoot, and strung up like a piece of meat on his closet door. I touched his leg, and he came tumbling down on top of me. That’s when I saw that his hands were tied behind his back. I phoned 911 and told them, “Somebody’s murdered my baby!”
Clay County Detective Bryan Green didn’t even wait for the coroner to arrive before proclaiming Gregg’s death a suicide. Police went to the high school to inform students that Gregg committed suicide, even before my husband Steve, who was away on business, could be reached with the news. By , our home was flooded with hysterical teenagers. I attempted to get the police to seal off the scene, but they refused to do so, telling me this “wasn’t television.” They also refused to take prints, and when I discovered unexplained vomit in Gregg’s toilet, I told them I hadn’t flushed and I was sorry, but I didn’t want to destroy evidence. Det. Green totally ignored my pleadings to check it out.
Among the spectators the police allowed to contaminate the crime scene, was Shawn Padden, 23. Although we didn’t know it at the time, Padden, an acquaintance of Gregg’s, who had moved to Hawley just four months earlier, had been involved in criminal activities that local law enforcement was well aware of. In fact, just three days earlier, to escape prosecution for manufacturing of a controlled substance, drunk and disorderly conduct, and assaulting Special Agent Tom Taylor, Padden had signed a secret agreement with Det. Green to work for the sheriff’s office as a confidential drug informant.
Over the next few days, a number of teenagers contacted both us and the police with information implicating Padden in Gregg’s death. Among those was a girl who signed a written statement that Padden had once told her it was easy to kill somebody -- you just hit him on the head, strangle him, throw the rope over a door, and tip a chair over to make it look like suicide. He told her that he had done that once himself and gotten away with it. Another girl told police that Padden had bound her wrists, blindfolded her, and threatened to kill her. A third girl, who alleged that she had been sexually assaulted by Padden, said Padden had bragged to her that he had been at Gregg’s house after I had left for work at midnight and that he was the last person to see Gregg alive. Two other teenagers told police that, about a month earlier, Gregg had visited Padden’s apartment, and Padden had thrown something around his neck and dragged him over a door. They said Chris Hawkins, 25, Padden’s best friend and next door neighbor, was there at the time and did nothing but watch.
During the viewing at the funeral home, I noticed that Gregg’s hair had been parted on the wrong side. When I pushed it over to the left, I discovered a scabbed wound on the top right side of his head. I screamed and pointed it out to the people around me. Gregg had apparently been knocked unconscious before he was strung up!
That evening, officials from three different law enforcement agencies came to our home to inform us that they had interviewed Padden. While denying that he had anything to do with Gregg’s death, Padden had described to police the hanging incident from a month earlier, except that his story was that Gregg had stood on a chair to hang himself, and that Gregg had come up with the idea and enjoyed doing it. When we told police about the wound we’d discovered on Gregg’s head, Special Agent Pete Graber from the Minnesota Bureau of Criminal Apprehension told us the wound had most likely occurred during the autopsy. I informed him that I knew from classes in nursing that people don't bleed and scab after they have been dead 36 hours and put in refrigeration. Not one officer went to look at the wound. The autopsy report gave the cause of death as “accidental.”
Two weeks later, Graber and Green finally returned to our home to get the chair on which Gregg supposedly stood with bare feet when he hanged himself. They used that opportunity to try to get me to state that I had seen rope burns on Gregg’s neck on other occasions. I told them, over and over, that never -- ever -- did I see a rope burn on my son’s neck. (Graber’s report of that interview states, "Sharon Meissner noticed rope burns on Gregg's neck summer of 97.")
A few days later, while cleaning Gregg’s room, I discovered an open bottle of Mountain Dew soda pop in a cubicle of his desk. The bottle contained two Marlboro red cigarette butts, (Gregg did not smoke). We called Police Chief Mark Hanson to our home to give him this new piece of evidence. When I tried to point out to Hanson the places where Steve and I had touched the bottle, he said, “Don’t worry about that,” and proceeded to pass the bottle back and forth between his ungloved hands. "Now my prints are on it too," Hanson told us with a smile. I literally beat my head against the wall, at which point we were again informed that a real police investigation “is not like it’s done on TV.”
On Feb. 27, police directed the Forensic Lab to cancel testing of the clothing that Gregg was wearing when he died and to cancel tests on the vomit samples from his toilet. (Their explanation to us was that vomit doesn’t contain DNA, although an attorney told us it most certainly does.) At Padden’s trial, Agent Graber perjured himself by stating under oath that the lab did DNA tests on the vomit with negative results.
On May 18, police also withdrew their request for latent print examination of the chair, so there was no way of knowing whether Gregg did or didn’t stand on it.
With Padden’s trial coming up, Det. Green, Agent Graber and Chief Hanson once again tried to pressure me into testifying that I saw rope burns on Gregg’s neck in 1997. I refused to commit perjury. Two and a half weeks before the trial, at the suggestion of Sheriff Costello, Graber launched an unfounded and embarrassing investigation of Steve and me for bribing and/or threatening witnesses. That bogus investigation was quickly closed down by Graber’s boss, SAC Terry Smith.
In a last ditch attempt to unearth the truth about Gregg’s murder, Steve and I filed a wrongful death suit against Padden. In preparing for that case, our private investigator was able to depose Det. Green, Chief Hanson, Agent Pete Graber, and Padden’s buddy, Chris Hawkins. Although Hanson continued to deny any knowledge that Green had enlisted Padden as a confidential informant, Green stated that Hanson was the one who came up with the idea and turned over the contract that he and Padden had signed three days prior to Gregg’s murder.
For his part, Chris Hawkins provided information that
implicated Padden in an assisted suicide-by-hanging
in another state. Further investigation
revealed that there were two suspicious hanging deaths of young men who
bore a physical resemblance to Gregg in the Elizabeth and Castle Rock areas of
But the horror story doesn’t
end there. Gregg was accidentally buried
in the wrong plot and in October, 2002, we were forced to move his body to a
new location. That provided us with an
unexpected opportunity to obtain information about the nature of Gregg’s head
wound. We had a second autopsy performed
Gregg’s body was too badly decomposed to provide information about the head wound, but it did disclose something so shocking that even the doctors were stunned. Many of Gregg’s organs were missing and his brain had been scooped out! Monika Rohlinger told us the cavities had been filled with Kitty Litter.
Gregg’s organs weren’t harvested for transplant. Even if we’d granted permission, which we didn’t, those organs were useless to others, since the autopsy wasn’t performed until at least 34 hours after death. In his official report, Dr. Michael McGee, Ramsey County Medical Examiner, recorded taking hair samples, fingernail clippings, blood, and a tissue sample from Gregg’s liver, but certainly not his organs and brain. The Office of the Medical Examiner is currently trying to track down the missing parts of our son. Success doesn’t seem very likely after almost five years. And even if somebody presents us with an assortment of organs, how can we know that they’re Gregg’s? A DNA lab report wouldn’t convince us, as it could easily be just as invalid as the fabricated information in the police reports.
Update, April, 2004:
In January 2003, we reported to Clay County Sheriff Bill
Berquist that a second autopsy showed that Gregg’s body was missing
organs. DR. MICHAEL McGEE, who performed
the original autopsy at
He did not do so.
Soon after Berquist’s conversation with Dr. McGee, Dr. Monika Rohlinger, the forensic pathologist who headed the team of experts who performed Gregg’s second autopsy, became unreachable. Rohlinger’s business, Private Autopsy, went out of existence. The "two thorough, certified reports and over 100 photos” from the autopsy, which had been promised to us and would have documented Gregg’s missing organs, were not sent to us. Our letters, e-mail and phone calls were not answered.
Our big question, then and now: WHO COULD HAVE “GOTTEN TO” DR. MONICA ROHLINGER IMMEDIATELY AFTER DR. MICHAEL McGEE WAS INFORMED BY THE SHERIFF THAT WE WERE AWARE THAT GREGG’S ORGANS HAD BEEN STOLEN?
Sharon Meissner (Gregg’s mother)
Steve Meissner (Gregg’s father)