My Book " Fifth Commandment Atrocity " is now available from Barnes & Nobel you can purchase on there website or in there stores. I will be doing book signings in the Barnes & Nobel Warwick location on the 4th, Middletown on the 10th, and Smithfield store, I will not have the date for Smithfield till Tuesday. I hope to see you there thanks.
Quick summary of my book.
I was raised in Pawtucket and Cumberland, Rhode Island and
my life never seemed spectacular or out of the ordinary growing
up. I guess that’s because all of the horrible things my family
did just became a natural way of life. To me, at least until I
hit the age where I was old enough to start to know any better,
my childhood was somewhat normal. I had a father, a mother,
two older brothers, a younger sister and a younger brother.
From the outside looking in, anyone who didn’t know the details
would say that the Burts were a close-knit family, because
from all appearances, we had a lot—we did a lot—we were
wealthy and in so many people’s mind, people with money just
weren’t involved in the kind of large-scale, awe and shockinspiring
level of crime that we were behind closed doors. To
them, we had it all--we had a large family home, took vacations
in our motor home, had a summer house on a lake, and a
Springer Spaniel dog. The Burts lived the life.
However, closer inspection would reveal a little more--
My parents took in eight foster kids, adopted a daughter – one
of whom they stole from her mother. The Burts had hired help,
if you want to call being hired keeping two adults against their
will in our basement. They ran a shoplifting ring, an arson-forprofit
scheme, sexually abused many, and tortured all of us.
That was my understanding of normal, I had no other family
life to compare anything to. And the more the public learned
about the details of what was going on in our house, the more
we became public enemy #1. And for good reason, too.
When I say I was in the middle of it all—I mean that literally.
I was lost in the shuffle of this family that grew and grew
and added more layers of trauma with each passing year. From
my vantage point in the middle I saw a lot—too much.
I was born to Walter and Frances Burt in 1966 and was
raised in the suburbs of Providence, Rhode Island in a coercive
and illicit family. In 1993 my parents, most of my siblings, some
of their spouses and a few family associates were indicted on
158 counts of criminal charges by a Providence County Grand
Jury. The charges and accusations ranged from kidnapping, to
arson, to racketeering, to conspiracy and to sexual assault. In
1994 my family received suspended sentences for the crimes
they committed, in part due to my cooperation with the police
and Grand Jury testimony. In 1994, I was set free from the hold
my family had over me. I never did any prison time, but I am
very much aware today that in essence, I am serving a life sentence.
I am guilty of bearing the name of my family.
I have tried to escape my past and at times, my identity.
I have moved a few times to different states, and started my life
over – and no matter where I run, my history creeps up behind
me. The story of the Burt’s just won’t go away. In 2004, CBS
aired a movie entitled “Family Sins” and claimed it was based
on my family. In 2009, Lifetime re-aired the movie - the depiction
of our life in that movie bared little resemblance to the one I
I cannot run from my past any longer and I cannot stay
silent. I will always be a Burt, but my past will no longer define
me. It is time to set the record straight about who we were and
what we did. I tell this story not for revenge or out of hatred of
my family. I don’t tell this story because I necessarily want to. I
tell this because I need to. I need to tell it for my wife and for
my children and grandchildren and for the generations of Burts’
to come. I need to set them free of this life sentence.
My children have been implicated by my past. They
have received calls and hateful emails asking how their parents
could do the things they did? Like they were somehow implicated
and guilty by who they were born to. I refuse to let them
live the way I have been forced to live. My children have no
way to respond, they open their eyes wide and attempt to speak
but lack the words to do it. I do not always have the answers
they seek. It seems like a sad, weak excuse to tell them that it
was impossible to resist what had become a “normal” way of
life—the theft, the violence. It seems like it is not enough to tell
them that while I am also guilty of some atrocious crimes, I felt
that what I was doing was wrong. You see, my mother in particular
never felt wrong—they took as much as they could get
with her at the helm and being unable to break free, I had no
choice but to go along. We were, all of us kids, beaten into submission
and driven to obedience through the machinations of
one of the most cunning and bold criminals in modern times.
So I will speak for them. A voice needs to be given. No
fictionalization for a genteel made for television audience is necessary.
The truth is vital for my sake and the sake of my family.
I am not my past. My children are not my past. My
grandchildren must understand what happened so this foul legacy
can come to an end.
I am Randy Burt and this is my life story.