The Cowboys knew about the abuse while she was still married to Nate, her book reveals, and chose to do nothing. The Cowboys canceled the appointment, she says. A tall, stylish woman with a powerful build that, at the age of 53, gives away her past as a college volleyball player, Dorothy tells how she made an appointment with two people “at the top” of the Cowboys organization in 2012 to inform them about the pending release of her self-published book and to ask for support in creating awareness about domestic abuse.
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The NFL is being pressed hard to crack down on domestic violence. Images from the cases went viral online, impossible for the NFL or anyone else to ignore. Though an earlier, self-published version of the book told the same story, media are paying attention this time, thanks to a pair of horrific domestic-violence incidents involving NFL players: Cowboys defensive end Greg Hardy, accused of battering his former girlfriend from head to toe, and former Ravens star Ray Rice, caught on video decking his fiancée (now his wife) into unconsciousness in an elevator in an Atlantic City casino in 2014. In a fascinating addendum to the book, Nate Newton allows himself to be interviewed by Dorothy’s collaborator, and he acknowledges the abuse while insisting he is regretful and, today, a changed man. Long divorced from Nate, she released a book last month called Silent Cry: The True Story of Abuse and Betrayal of an NFL Wife, chronicling her abusive marriage, eventual escape and recovery through faith. Now, more than 15 years later, Dorothy Newton is speaking out, and people are listening. But like his mother had for so many years, Tré remained silent. The kitchen window shattered.ĭorothy dropped to the floor and screamed as Nate hustled outside.Īs he got in his car and drove away, he had to have seen the terrified little boy hiding behind the barbecue grill, popping his head up to peer inside, in front of the same window that had just been blown to pieces. He held the barrel in place for a moment, observing her fear, then shifted it just a few inches to the right. Nate seized the rifle and leveled it right between his wife’s eyes. The thick, glass tabletop jarred loose and slammed onto the floor, grazing her stomach.ĭorothy erupted in anger. Nate shouted again, then grabbed the table and shoved it toward his wife. Then she spotted the rifle lying on the counter.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he shouted.ĭorothy sat down stiffly at the kitchen table, bracing for a lengthy rant. Then, strangely calm, she stepped inside. Stay in the car till I come and get you, she told Tré. She knew Nate would never hurt Tré - or would he? She arrived in the afternoon at their home, set on six wooded acres where no one around them could see or hear anything. So she left Ingrid that day in 1997 and drove to Argyle, in Denton County, her son Tré beside her. Assuming Dorothy was responsible, he ordered her to come home - or he would kill her. Someone had informed the Cowboys organization about Nate’s personal “business,” and he was enraged. This time, Dorothy had finally decided to leave Dallas Cowboys superstar Nate Newton. But he also shoved her, choked her and kicked her, all 325 pounds of him, sometimes leaving her on the floor, beaten so badly she was unable to move. The words, in fact, cut deeper than anything. The verbal abuse was relentless, with every sentence containing a barrage of B’s and F’s. Not her family in Louisiana, not her friends. Dorothy always stood by her famous husband’s side, but she paid for it dearly in private.
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And the latest in a series of women who’d emerge, claiming they’d been fondled or assaulted or just jilted. And the drinking, the clubbing, the DUIs.
There were the inevitable setbacks on the field, even in the midst of a record-breaking, three-Super Bowl run. No one knew the breadth of the abuse she endured, in a sick cycle that hewed to her husband’s ups and downs as an athlete and celebrity. Of course it made no sense, looking in from the outside. “You should not go back there,” she implored her. Ingrid was scared for her friend but too tense to cry. In another room, Tré, Dorothy’s 8-year-old, played with Ingrid’s twin boys. If anything happens to me, she told her, you must promise you will raise Tré. It named her killer.Īn emotional mess but still lucid, Newton pressed her friend Ingrid Ford for a promise. So first, she stopped at her best friend’s house and drafted a letter to secret away, to open in the event of her murder.
The sense of doom forced a frigid clarity of mind. Dorothy Newton knew she and her unborn child were going to die.
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