Joseph "Mad Dog" Taborsky - Second Time On Death Row

Second Time On Death Row

After his release from prison, Taborsky met another felon, Arthur "Meatball" Culombe, who would become his accomplice during the "Mad Dog Killings". In one grocery-store robbery, a 3-year-old girl was running around the store as Taborsky beat her grandparents unconscious. When Taborsky ordered Culombe to shoot the girl, Culombe hid her beneath a deli case, told the girl to be quiet, and fired a shot into the floor. Taborsky left, believing that the girl was dead. Because of this incident, his low IQ, and his cooperation with the authorities, Culombe was given a life sentence. Taborsky, however, was sentenced again to die in the electric chair on June 27, 1957. He thereby became the only convict sent to Connecticut's death row on two separate occasions for two separate crimes. This time he did not leave a free man. On May 17, 1960, Taborsky went to the electric chair and was executed for the "Mad Dog Killings". Before his execution, he would also confess to the 1950 murder of Wolfson. He was only 36 years old at the time of his electrocution.

Read more about this topic:  Joseph "Mad Dog" Taborsky

Famous quotes containing the words time, death and/or row:

    O native country, repossessed by thee!
    For, rather than I’ll to the West return,
    I’ll beg of thee first here to have mine urn.
    Weak I am grown, and must in short time fall;
    Give thou my sacred relics burial.
    Robert Herrick (1591–1674)

    The death of a dear friend, wife, brother, lover, which seemed nothing but privation, somewhat later assumes the aspect of a guide or genius; for it commonly operates revolutions in our way of life, terminates an epoch of infancy or of youth which was waiting to be closed, breaks up a wonted occupation, or a household, or style of living, and allows the formation of new ones more friendly to the growth of character.
    Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)

    Row after row with strict impunity
    The headstones yield their names to the element,
    The wind whirrs without recollection....
    Allen Tate (1899–1979)