Alice Evans

In a moving story of love and family, Leroy’s mother, Alice, reminds us that we are all connected. Our story is not ours alone, but impacts generations, those who have come before us and those who will be our legacy.

Her prayer is simple:

“I’m hoping and trusting that God let me live to see [my son’s] feet on the ground again before I leave this earth.”

Alice Evans recently sat down with Leroy’s attorney, Michael J. Malloy, Esq., to share the story of her son, Leroy, whom she affectionately calls “June.” She reminds us that the Past is a part of us, as she recounts her childhood as a sharecropper’s daughter in North Carolina. Her grandparents, sold as slaves at the Market House in Fayetteville, NC, are as close in her memory as her son, and the connections from one generation to the next are clear and unmistakeable. In Part 2 of her story, the ache she feels for her son’s life is something truly only a mother can. Let her words move you to love and kindness and hope.

Listen to her story below.

Rosemary Evans

(1/23/19) At the age of 12 and 14, Leroy and myself became young lovers growing up on the same street together. Leroy, aka June, as we all know of and called [him], was the sweetest, most loveable, and caring person myself and others knew. There was not a day or time in my life with him did he ever raise his voice or hand towards me. He always said, Rose, you’re gonna be my wife one day.

Our friendship, love, time together growing up like this was adorable. I was the best friend to the family and his sisters. June was always there for all of us. He was our role model, keeping us together in sports, doing homework, activities keeping us from the streets. He was the big brother, friend, and joy that any female or anyone could love.

I remember the time June said he was leaving us for a while so he could join the Navy to follow a dream he wanted and to provide for his family. We were expecting our first child. During the early months of my pregnancy, missing him dearly was hard but I knew he would return after boot camp, which was 3 months or more. He arrived back home due to a discharge because of his knees being bad.  

Finally, May 29th our son was born. We became the happiest parents. June said, my first son, he’s gonna be someone special.

At 3 months, our house was on fire. We all made it to safety when my sister said, June, the baby’s in his crib. June sprung into action, climb[ing] through the roof, going thru the bedroom window, grabbing our son to safety. June also saved his sister due to a fire also.

June is the type of man that never wanted his family to hurt or be hurt. He had a heart of gold towards everyone no matter who you were or what color.

As we lost our house due to the fire, Red Cross placed our family in the McCafferty Village section and this is where we met the Jones family, and Anthony Jones. June was again like a big brother, friend, and peacemaker to all the young guys in the village including Anthony Jones.

The day of the crime in November, I was at work at Fair Acres and June was with our son and my mom, doing some work for my mom around the house. June was a working man, always keeping busy for his family and our son.

When Anthony Jones lied on June, the entire area, friends and family, knew June could never hurt or harm anyone. He had the heart of gold towards anyone, male or female.

This tore a big hole in our hearts, as we believe and kept the faith [that] one day this would be over. We would visit every visiting day as we battled [for] his freedom or tried to, and still will do so.

I continued to keep his son and only child in his life as he sat behind them bars. Still 37 years later, we still try and pray one day will come for the return of June coming home with no shame and no guilt.

He’s still a good man til this day, only God knows. We still talk and laugh over a lot of our times we had as he would always pull my ponytail, saying, you’re gonna be my wife one day.

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I know for sure if this hadn’t separated us, we still would have been together 37 years with our family growing, since my son is the only child and needed sisters or brothers that never happened.

Til that day comes, we pray for it.

In Rosemary’s Writing

Sister Maggie Gannon

President, Drexel Neumann Academy

One of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite people (Pope Francis) is “you cannot worry just about yourself.” Great words, but easier said than done… at least in my experience. BUT, about ten years ago, a Media attorney, Michael Malloy, appeared at our school office with an idea to broaden local support Drexel Neumann Academy (DNA), an independent Catholic school in Chester, PA. He shared a plan for supporting education in Chester because many of his clients had Chester roots. His initiative still helps support DNA all these years later. He, his friends, colleagues, and family have a genuine care for the children of Chester and believe the only way to break the cycle of poverty and violence which impacts our city is through the gift of an education. Their generous goodness has been a blessing to many families at DNA. It is evident they do not worry only about themselves.

You cannot know Michael Malloy and not know about Leroy Evans. Michael sees the injustice in Mr. Evans sentence and is trying in every possible way to right it. 

As a Sister of St. Francis, I have held Mr. Evans in my daily prayers and marveled at his sense of peace and willingness to forgive what would have brought many to the depths of despair. Mr. Evans’ constant concern for others, in particular, his family, reflects that he most surely does not only worry about himself.

Mr. Evans has an exceptional family. I know this from first-hand experience as his two nieces, Abby and Ta’Niya, are students at DNA. The girls began school in September of 2018, and they and their family quickly became members of the DNA community.

We are blessed in a special way by the spirit and pure goodness of Ms. Alice Evans, Leroy’s mother, and the family matriarch. It would be understandable for Ms. Evans to be bitter and even mad at the injustice of Leroy’s situation, but that is not in her. My experience of Ms. Evans is that of a loving mother and grandmother, who keeps her focus on God and those she loves (especially her grandbabies). It is evident that Ms. Evans’ umbrella of care is over many, certainly not just herself.

Although he may not identify as such, I feel Leroy is a Franciscan at heart. Franciscans continually grow in an awareness of God’s presence and work among us. For Franciscans, forgiveness is more important than revenge, even though we may have the same feelings as anyone else when we are hurt. We cling to hope rather than give in to despair, for God is with us in Jesus. This most certainly describes a person who cares for others and does not worry only about himself. This most certainly describes Leroy Evans.

In closing, my prayers for Leroy are always joined with prayers for the happy repose of the soul of Emily Leo and consolation for her family.

Sister Sheila Galligan

Professor Emerita of Theology, Immaculata University

I’ve been blest to encounter many “holy” people (remembering that this word comes from the Hebrew – it means “different, set apart”)! I spent a day with Immaculee Illabigiza, a Rwanda survivor. I’ve spent many hours with Michael Berg, father of Nick Berg, who was beheaded by ISIS. Each of these people inspired me through their personal witness to the joy and peace, which is the fruit of exercising forgiveness. AND THEN! Then I had the special blessing of spending time with Leroy Evans!

It was my first visit to meet a person in prison. His attorney, Michael Malloy, had introduced me to Leroy’s story. I knew the basic ins and outs of the situation; knew of the decades of anguish Leroy and his family have experienced. Mr. Malloy and I were guided to the visiting room, and within minutes, a guard brought Leroy over. Even before reaching us, Leroy’s gracious, welcoming smile compelled attention. It is one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it. His eyes conveyed wisdom, and the firm grip of his hand imparted a palpable sense of resoluteness and conviction.

A lively conversation ensued. Mr. Malloy, ever single-minded, serious yet affable, reviewed some of the latest developments, noting the slowly-uncovered discrepancies, the missed opportunities, the questions that remain. Leroy clearly signaled his hope that justice will prevail. His serenity evidently flowed from his deep love for and trust in the Lord and His Word.

Several times, Leroy referred to the Psalms. He rejoiced in knowing (not just knowing about) the gift of God’s desire for truth and justice as well as His blessing of mercy. I asked him how he managed not to become bitter, why he didn’t go crazy with rage, as an innocent man locked up for so long. He said he focused on the day-to-day and noted that his “inner peace” is rooted in a tenacious trust in God’s providential care. He reminded me of the words about being forgiven/forgiving in the Our Father. Leroy bears no signs of ill will or resentment – no toxic bitterness. He bears witness to the difference faith can make, even when the world (or the justice system) has ceased making sense.

As he spoke, I remembered that forgiveness is not something one merely recites out of ritual or dogma. It comes from the heart, not from the head. It’s not a gesture; it’s a conviction.

Towards the end of the visit, Leroy told me that someone had come to see him and asked him: “If Anthony Jones were sitting here across from you – what would you do to him?” Leroy said: “Sister, I responded, what kind of question is that? I certainly wouldn’t “do” anything to Anthony. God is the one who will judge Anthony. That’s not my job. I just pray for him.”

That kind of compassion shows that Leroy embodies “Be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you” (Eph 4). Leroy has embraced the graced way of preventing the past from defining the present. While there are many counter-arguments, some better than others, against the exercise of forgiveness, there is no argument against the remarkable kind of mercy Leroy displays.

I can’t imagine the pain and sadness that Leroy and the Evans family has endured, but I can thank them for reminding me (us) that the light of grace shines in the darkness and the darkness cannot overcome it. Perhaps we can pray to be light and love and a vessel of forgiveness and, like Leroy, be transformed in the process. And of course, each of us can try to do our part to help Leroy in his fight for justice.

Michael J. Malloy, Esq.

Criminal Defense Attorney, Media, PA

I was contacted in June of 2016 by Eric Evans on behalf of his Uncle Leroy, who was incarcerated in Delaware County Prison. Leroy had filed a pro se motion to have the physical evidence from his 1981 trial be tested for DNA. The law allows individuals to make such requests if, at the time of their trial, current DNA testing methods did not yet exist. By early 2016, Leroy had been assigned a court-appointed attorney, but Leroy and his family were concerned that there was no action being taken on his petition.

I expected my first visit to meet Leroy would be fairly routine. I knew that he was in prison for the infamous “Avon Lady Murder.” He and I would discuss in person whether I could be hired to represent him and to see if I could move his petition forward.

From the first moment I met Leroy, I realized he and his case were different.

It’s hard to explain, but as I’ve told everyone since I’ve become involved in this case, if you want to change your mind about this case, whether you’re a prosecutor, police, or simply a concerned citizen, just go meet Leroy. When I came home that evening, I kept telling my wife: there is something about this guy, I’m not sure what it is, but there’s something about this guy…

I pulled the transcripts from Leroy’s original trial and began to read them.

It didn’t take long before major questions arose.

Anthony Jones, a 16-year-old with a criminal record, had testified that Leroy, a 23-year-old navy veteran with a job, a family, and no criminal record, lured Mrs. Leo into Jones’ home, strangled her with a rope, and beat her unconscious with a clothes-iron on Jones’ kitchen floor. Witnesses to the body, the police, and the coroner all agree that the wounds would have caused massive amounts of bleeding. The crime scene would have been horrific.

The problem throughout the entire trial in 1981 is that there was no blood in Jones’ kitchen! The police arrived at the scene less than an hour after the murder, yet there was no blood anywhere. When a search warrant was executed, no one recovered an iron. Where was all the blood? It simply made no sense to me as I read the transcripts.

So I reached out to Anthony Jones, because I knew something else unusual by this point…

When he was first arrested in 1980, Anthony Jones had named Leroy as his co-conspirator, but when it came time for Leroy’s first hearing, Jones refused to testify. He claimed that he did not tell the police the truth that first night. Jones did eventually testify to his initial story at trial, and in return, the District Attorney removed the death penalty.

Jones called me from prison a few weeks after I had first reached out.

I asked him, first and foremost: how was there no blood in his kitchen? His answer was both shocking and yet, almost expected: “because the murder did not occur in the kitchen.”

I asked if Leroy was involved in the murder; he said “no.”

Then I asked to speak with him in person; he agreed.

I hired a local court reporter to come with me to the prison to record anything Jones might say.

When I met with Jones, we discussed recording him. I also told him if he wanted to have a lawyer, I would not speak to him further. But he said he wanted to speak to me. So we began.

Anthony Jones confessed that day to the murder of Mrs. Emily Leo. He described in detail how he had planned and committed the act, and how he had done it alone. His description matched physical evidence from 1980 that had either been ignored or hidden during the original trial. He explained that he did, indeed, strangle Mrs. Leo in the house, but he dragged her body to an empty lot where he hit her with bricks, causing the injuries later attributed to the clothes-iron.

The next day, I traveled out to Delaware County prison to tell Leroy that Jones had exonerated him.

To know Leroy is to know his quiet, gentle manner. He is kind, peaceful, and has seemingly accepted his wrongful conviction and the fact that he may die in prison.

When I told him of my conversation with Anthony Jones, Leroy cried, and he cried, and he cried. I was immediately afraid that he had misunderstood the impact of Jones’ statement; that he thought Jones’ confession would spontaneously release him from prison, so I grabbed his arm, told him to calm down, and explained that the justice system does not work that way. We could be years before we are done with this process!

He stopped crying. “Mike, Mike, Mike,” he said, “I know I am not getting out. I’ve made peace with my God. I know I am going to die in jail. You have done me a wonderful favor. I have spent my whole time in prison trying to find out what happened to that lady and how I got involved in this case. I just didn’t want to die without knowing what happened to that lady that caused me to have the life that I had, and I can’t thank you enough for giving me that answer.”

I’ve said to everyone that I’ve spoken to about this case that, in my career I’ve probably handled thousands of cases. I’ve tried over 300 jury trials and probably another hundred non-jury trials, and I certainly have represented people who were innocent of their crimes. I’ve been in involved in cases where death sentences and life sentences have been overturned for people who were wrongly convicted.

But there’s no-one like Leroy, and there’s nothing like his case.

I’ve told Leroy and his family that I’m not sure what’s going to happen, but Leroy, his family, and others who have become involved in this case have touched my life. Leroy, his mother, Alice, his wife, Rosemary. These people are walking examples of kindness and forgiveness. None of them harbor any ill will against anyone, including Anthony Jones. They have an unwavering faith that God will make all things right in this life, or in the next.

It is my hope that it will be in this life.

And so I have committed myself to this man and this case.

Mike Santarelli

Retired Homicide Detective, Montgomery County, PA

In 2016, I met Mike Malloy following a conversation with Marissa Bluestein, who runs the Pennsylvania Innocence Project. Mr. Malloy was representing Mr. Leroy Evans in a wrongful conviction case. I agreed to review the case against Leroy and work with Mike in an effort to gain a new trial for Mr. Evans.

As I read the volumes of original trial transcripts from 1981, I began noticing clear problems with the police investigation that preceded Leroy’s arrest for the murder of Mrs. Emily Leo in 1980. The biggest problem I had was that the crime scene, as described by the investigators, seemed not to fit with what we knew about Mrs. Leo’s injuries from the Medical Examiner’s report.

Among the issues that I found problematic was the description of what happened on the day of the crime given by the lone witness against Leroy, Anthony Jones, and how Jones implicated Leroy in the crime. Jones’ testimony at Leroy’s trial seemed to contradict the evidence.

One of my most significant concerns involved the clothes-iron that Jones said Leroy had used to strike Mrs. Leo in the head. While reviewing the Search Warrant Application, I found there was no reference to the iron. It appears, in fact, that no clothes-iron was ever recovered during the search of the house. So, a clear question we now had was: Where is the iron?

Further hampering the review of the case was the absence of crime scene photographs available to us. Most certainly, if an iron was used, it would appear in the crime scene photographs. This is just one of the many problems that plagued the evaluation of the crime scene.

In July of 2016, Mike Malloy interviewed Anthony Jones in prison. Jones had consented to this interview and it was officially recorded by a stenographer who was present during the deposition. Jones spoke about the day of the incident and told Mike that he, and he alone, was the perpetrator of the robbery and murder of Mrs. Leo. Most importantly, Jones said explicitly that Leroy did not participate in the crime. Upon review, the account provided by Jones in 2016 corroborated the evidence in the case.

At my first court appearance for the review of this case, I had the pleasure of meeting Leroy for the first time. I introduced myself to him and it was striking that, despite his incarceration of thirty-eight years, Leroy had a smile and he thanked me kindly for my work on his behalf. His wife and mother were both present, and continue to appear at each of Leroy’s court proceedings.

Leroy is an amazing person who remains stoic through this difficult process.