This was her second arrest for the same charge. The first fell through when her husband, a self-confessed murderer, who had been given a lengthy prison sentence, refused to testify against her.
As the article comes to an end the author refers to feminist writer Gloria Steinham who tells us that no matter what had really happened, Ginny was a transformed person through the redemptive power of feminism:
"Steinem also takes the position that even if the worst should be true, Ginny Foat "was a different woman" back in 1965, "and feminism helped her become a better person." Regardless of what evidence turns up, she sees Foat as a "testament" to feminism. "If people can't change and grow," she asks, "what's the point?" She also thinks there is a difference in degree, but not in kind, between a battered woman who is forced into involvement in a murder by a violent husband, and a woman who is encouraged to help her husband run a dirty business. "We're all brought up to be man junkies; the habit is hard to break," she says."
"They made their home in a tacky down-town hotel, the John Mitchell. Virginia and John earned barely ten dollars a day each, until they hatched a scheme to supplement this lean income.
It was straight out of the Police Gazette. Ginny would pick up a well-heeled man in a French Quarter tourist bar and drive him to an outlying area – with Sidote hidden in the trunk of the Bonneville. When the car stopped, the plot called for Ginny to let Sidote out, rob the tourist and leave him stranded in the swamps.
Their mark was Moises Chayo, a sixty-two-year-old Argentine businessman. The trouble was that when Sidote crawled out from hiding, Chayo put up a fight. Sidote called for help, and that's when Ginny (this is, of course, Sidote's version) grabbed a tire iron and smashed the man's skull. The body of Chayo, minus $1400 cash, was discovered sometime later in a ditch in Metairie, then an undeveloped area and now part of New Orleans' biggest bedroom community."
"Not long thereafter, late at night shortly before Christmas, 1965, Virginia picked up Donald Fitting, an out-of-towner, at a casino. According to Sidote, as Ginny maneuvered Fitting toward the car, Sidote snored, drunk, in the back seat. Suddenly, loud noises awakened him. Then, says Sidote, Virginia asked him to help her drag the man, his blood dripping on the front seat, off to the side of the road. As he helped Virginia move the body, Sidote says he noticed a gun resting on the front seat. He says he then pulled off the dead man's diamond ring, and he and Virginia drove back to Carson City. Then, with dawn coloring the Nevada sky, the pair set their course for California. When they got there, Virginia pawned the stone from Fitting's ring for $200."
Today, in deciding how to regard Cllr. Foat's bid to become the next Mayor of the City of Palm Springs, backed as she is by Harold Matzner, himself also acquitted of a double murder, those internal political battles are less interesting to me than Gloria Steinham's thinking and I ruminate on Steinham's assertion that people in later life bear no trace of the people they were and the things they did or were willing to do, when they were younger.
Of course, none of us may ever know the full truth and much has happened since 1983. Now there's an election coming up. We have options to choose from. Those of us who choose to vote will, hopefully, be as well-informed as we can be and will then make choices we won't regret, or, if we do, perhaps as Ms. Steinham suggests, by immersing ourselves in feminism or some other cause we shall transform ourselves from the person who made it and be cleansed completely of any responsibility for our mistake.