As we approach the 20th anniversary in 2015 of the savage murder of college student Keri Sirbaugh outside of her Baltimore home in the early hours of June 21, 1995, we hope word will spread that we continue to seek justice for Keri, and hope that someone will come forward:
JusticeforKeri@hotmail.com.
There is a Facebook page as well as a Twitter account called
Justice for Keri.
Below is an excerpt from a Baltimore Sun article published shortly after her murder. No one has ever been charged.
http://articles.baltimoresun.com/1995-07-16/news/1995197003_1_keri-dangerous-proposition-tangled
It has been three weeks since Bill Sirbaugh drove in a panic to his daughter's apartment at the end of a dead-end street in Northeast Baltimore and found her body dumped in a gloomy gulch of woods 40 footsteps from her door.
His only daughter had been strangled and beaten to death.
Police have no suspects, no leads. As they have delved into Keri's private life looking for her killer, the trails have become as tangled as the maze of footpaths weaving through the overgrown woods where her body was found.
What looked like a textbook case of murder that would be solved easily has plunged city police homicide investigators into a bramble of contradictions.
"It looked personal to us -- personal as hell," says Detective David Neverdon as he works the crime scene for the umpteenth time with his partner, Detective Robert Patton. "It was up close and very violent. That usually means somebody had a grudge. Find the guy who hated the victim and you have your man.
"But it seems that a lot of men had problems with Keri."
Through no apparent fault of her own.
In most ways, Keri Sirbaugh was like thousands of other young women in Baltimore. At 21, she was working hard to find her path into adulthood and shed the remnants of childhood awkwardness. But she was not easily overlooked in a crowd.
Friends describe her as a "superwoman," an "amazon," an "exotic beauty."
She stood nearly 6 feet tall from the soles of her combat boots to the peak of her flaming red tangle of hair. She weighed 160 pounds. And she moved like a force of nature, emitting gales of laughter and girlish chatter wherever she went.
Generous to strangers, loyal to friends, she was someone people noticed. And being noticed in certain quarters of Baltimore in 1995 can be a dangerous proposition -- especially at night. Especially for women.
"It got her a lot of unwanted attention," says Mark Bell, 30, a friend. "She was a big girl -- with big hair, big lips and big breasts. Unfortunately, there's a lot of men in this day and age who see a woman like that and forget that there's a person inside that exotic body."
Dreams of writing career
Behind the 500-watt smile and striking looks was an aspiring journalist who had just completed her junior year at American University in Washington after beginning her college education at Essex Community College.