Two months after the crash of Southern Airways Flight 242, the National Transportation Safety Board (NTSB) conducted a five day public hearing at the Sheraton-Biltmore Hotel in Atlanta, GA. The witnesses included crash survivors, internal investigators, engine specialists, air traffic controllers, meteorologists, and a host of other experts directly involved with the ill-fated Flight 242. Their testimony highlighted the series of fatal mistakes that led to the accident on April 4, 1977, claiming the lives of 63 people on board and 9 others on the ground.
One of the prime miscues occurred just minutes into the flight from Huntsville, AL to Atlanta, right after the plane lost both engines in a hellacious hail storm over Rome, GA. The captain had requested that the flight controller at the Atlanta Air Route Traffic Control Center in Hampton, Georgia, provide him with a vector to Dobbins Air Force Base in Marietta, GA. Dobbins AFB had a 10,000 foot runway that gave the disabled aircraft a chance of making a successful forced landing. He was instructed to switch to a new frequency for the vector to Dobbins, but before he did the airplane’s electrical system failed. As a result, Southern 242 lost all radio contact with the control tower for a period of two minutes and 26 seconds.
The flight crew could have immediately reopened communications through their number one radio by activating the aircraft’s batteries using the emergency power switch. The captain’s navigational equipment would have also become operative, allowing them to “dead stick glide” in flight instrument conditions towards the intended forced landing site at Dobbins. No one knows why the pilots never activated the emergency power. As a result, they remained out of contact for those few critical minutes until the auxiliary power unit was started and communications were once again restored.
It was during that brief period that the pilots made an unexplained 180-degree turn in the sky while the plane dropped from an altitude of 14,000 feet down to 7,000 feet, heading away from Dobbins AFB and back towards Cedartown, GA. The flight controller at the Hampton Control Center, who had by then turned control of Flight 242 over to the Atlanta Approach Control at Hartsfield International Airport, said that he thought the pilots were going to try and make a forced landing on the 4,000 foot runway at Cornelius Moore Airport in Cedartown, because it was only a few short miles away.
At that very same moment Robert St. Martin, the controller at Hartsfield, testified that he had felt helpless as he watched the powerless aircraft on his radar make the unexplained change of course during the communications blackout, stating “I watched the aircraft heading westbound and nobody was talking to him.” The FAA later noted that the DC-9 could have reached Dobbins if the pilots had not made that 180-degree turn.
But when flight radio communications were re-established, the Hartsfield control tower ordered the aircraft to turn back towards Dobbins AFB. St. Martin, who was now handling the powerless DC-9 from Hartsfield, admitted during testimony that he was not familiar with the Cedartown airport because it was located just outside of the forty mile radius that comprised his range of responsibility. Tragically, the Hampton controller never relayed the information concerning the alternate runway at Cornelius Moore to either party. “We did not have control of the aircraft,” he said, “Hartsfield had control of the aircraft.” Five minutes later, the plane crashed and burned in rural New Hope, GA.
Robert St. Martin was remarkably forthright when he testified at the hearing, stating, “I was the last person to talk to the guy. At the time, I was hoping when he put it down on the highway it would work out fine because it was the only thing left to do. I knew we were getting desperate. The pilot was getting desperate.” After the crash, he said, “In my throat, I was barely breathing. In my stomach was a knot the size of a watermelon. I was all choked up. I went to the restroom and I was very disoriented.”
When the NTSB came out with their findings in January of 1978, they determined that the “probable cause” of the accident was the loss of thrust from both engines while the aircraft was penetrating an area of severe thunderstorms. The three major “contributing factors” were Southern’s dispatching system for the most up-to-date severe weather information, the captain’s reliance on airborne weather radar, and the severe limitations in the FAA’s air traffic control system for dissemination of weather information to the flight crew.
The air traffic controllers themselves, who had all come under such intense scrutiny during the investigative hearing, were not even mentioned as contributing factors in the final report. But for St. Martin, the worst was yet to come. (See part 2 below)
–The Legacy of Southern 242–
At the time of the tragic 1977 accident, Robert St. Martin was a 46-year-old veteran flight controller with almost two decades of experience in the tower. Afterwards, he wasted little time and quickly returned to work. One year later, he was interviewed by a reporter doing a story on the anniversary of the crash. He spoke about the lawsuit he was involved in and the continuing criticism he faced, “Oh yeah. There’s been a lot of second-guessing, a lot of Monday morning quarterbacking. They’ve badmouthed me like crazy. You try not to let the thing bother you, but being human, you always have second thoughts.” He went on, “But I know the facts. I was directly involved. I thought I did the best I could. But it still eats at you. I’m not leading a normal life…” That was a major understatement.
What St. Martin didn’t mention to the news reporter was that between 1969 and 1973 his immediate family had experienced a series of sometimes horrific family tragedies: the death of his father; the loss of his older brother to cancer; the passing of his wife Darthie’s beloved grandparents; and then the terrible, fatal shooting of his wife’s aunt by her former husband, who then turned the gun on himself and committed suicide.
But that wasn’t enough. In February of 1976 his troubled stepdaughter Sheila, who had run away from home, was discovered lying dead on a deserted highway in Florida. Earlier, she had accused him of “making some advances” towards her, causing great difficulty in his marriage and in the family. An autopsy revealed that Sheila had been pregnant and on drugs when her body was discovered. It had devastated both he and Darthie–things never returned back to “normal.” And then 14 months later, he was the flight controller tracking Southern Airways Flight 242 when it crashed. How could one man possibly handle so much chaos and adversity? Still, he soldiered on.
Four more challenging years passed. As his marriage spiraled downwards, he began drinking more heavily. And then his work at Hartsfield assumed extreme proportions in August of 1981 when PATCO, the air traffic controllers union, went on strike seeking better working conditions and wages. Ever stubborn, St. Martin crossed the picket line and remained at work following the bitter strike and mass firings by President Reagan. After most of his co-workers were forced to leave, his job became even more stressful.
Nine months later, just weeks after the fifth anniversary of the crash of Southern Airways Flight 242, he finally snapped. When it was all said and done, his wife Darthie lay dead on the driveway in front of their house, her body riddled with bullets. Their neighbors found him with the gun, babbling incoherently over her corpse, wailing with such an inhuman intensity that they struggled to describe the sound to investigators. “It’s like something I have never heard before,” said one witness, “It was a high…it was just a no-syllable sound. Just a piercing screech, a pulsating type scream.” St. Martin was immediately arrested and taken into custody.
Amazingly, he was released two weeks later after undergoing a psychiatric evaluation and posting a $50,000 bond. His mother-in-law had testified in his favor at the bond hearing, stating that he was a good father and should be released so he could care for the former couple’s two teenage children. Two months later he was indicted by the grand jury on murder charges, and the sensational case quickly went to trial in October of 1982.
St. Martin’s attorney Amy Hembree claimed her client suffered from temporary insanity at the time of the shooting due to his severe drinking problem, the couple’s long history of domestic strife, their impending divorce, and his guilt over the horrific New Hope plane crash. “The marriage and the job caused him to snap under pressure,” Hembree informed the jurors, “he did not at any time of the (shooting) incident fully comprehend what was going on.” Although he testified on his own behalf, the jury didn’t buy any of it. After four hours of deliberation, he was found guilty of murder and sentenced to life.
Incredibly, after serving seven years and two months in prison, Robert St. Martin’s life sentence was commuted and he was paroled on December 13, 1989, still retaining his full retirement/disability benefits. The public record goes silent after that, and I doubt that he has given any more interviews. As for Darthie, I have always considered her to be one of the uncounted victims of the tragic crash of Southern Airways Flight 242.