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This Wild ‘Humans Of New York’ Story About A Prison Escapee Has Everyone Hooked

Walter Miller escaped from prison in 1977, and happily lived his new life as Bobby Love – that is until police knocked on his door in 2015.

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Humans Of New York has managed to do it again.

Just two months after blessing the world with the compelling story of Tanqueray, the ex-stripper with huge secrets, the photoblog has shared a new equally thrilling story. Telling the story of a man named Bobby Love, Humans of New York published an 11-part series on the mystery man with a turbulent past.

In the first part of the series we learn that Bobby Love’s real name isn’t actually Bobby at all ––something that his wife, Cheryl, learned when the police came to arrest him five years ago. Despite the pair being married for 35 years, Cheryl had no clue that Bobby — real name Walter Miller — was a fugitive who had been running from the law for 38 years.

Leaving the story on a huge cliffhanger, the post ended: “At this point I’m crying, and I screamed: ‘Bobby, what’s going on?’ Did you kill somebody?’ And he tells me: ‘This goes way back, Cheryl. Back before I met you. Way back to North Carolina.’”

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(1/11) “It was just a normal morning. Almost exactly five years ago. I was making tea in the kitchen. Bobby was still in bed. And we get this knock on the door. I opened it up slowly, and saw the police standing there. At first I wasn’t worried. We had this crazy lady that lived next door, and the police were always checking up on her. So I assumed they had the wrong address. But the moment I opened the door, twelve officers came barging past me. Some of them had ‘FBI’ written on their jackets. They went straight back to the bedroom, and walked up to Bobby. I heard them ask: ‘What’s your name?’ And he said, ‘Bobby Love.’ Then they said, ‘No. What’s your real name?’ And I heard him say something real low. And they responded: 'You've had a long run.' That’s when I tried to get into the room. But the officer kept saying: ‘Get back, get back. You don’t know who this man is.’ Then they started putting him in handcuffs. It didn’t make any sense. I’d been married to Bobby for forty years. He didn’t even have a criminal record. At this point I’m crying, and I screamed: ‘Bobby, what’s going on?’ Did you kill somebody?’ And he tells me: ‘This goes way back, Cheryl. Back before I met you. Way back to North Carolina.’”

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North Carolina And The Death Of Walter Miller

The story left everyone on the edge of their seat.

People began wondering what exactly Bobby Love could’ve done to have the police chasing him after so many years. So Bobby elaborated further, discussing growing up poor in a large family and his early run-ins with the law. First, with his disorderly conduct at a Sam Cooke concert, then his fascination with stealing whatever he could which landed him in a juvenile detention centre.

“I lifted purses from unlocked cars. I was stealing government checks out of mailboxes. I got bolder and bolder, until one day I got busted stealing from the band room at school… they shipped me off to a juvenile detention centre” Bobby shared. After hearing the freight trains as he lay in his bunk, Bobby decided that he wanted to know where the train was going. “So one night, when the guard turned his back to check the clock, I ran out the back door — toward the sound of that whistle. And that was the first place I ever escaped from.”

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(2/11) “Back in the day my name was Walter Miller. It was a pretty normal childhood. We grew up poor, but nothing really dramatic happened until I went to a Sam Cooke concert at the age of fourteen. I was excited to be at that concert, so I pushed my way to the front row—right near the stage. The crowd was really moving, because it was dance music. And Sam Cooke didn’t like that. He kept telling people to sit down. And after only two songs, he got so angry that he walked off the stage. So I screamed at the top of my lungs: ‘Sam Cooke ain’t shit!’ And in North Carolina, back in 1964, that was enough to get me arrested for disorderly conduct. Things went downhill pretty quick after that. My mother was raising eight kids on her own, so she couldn’t control me. I got into all sorts of trouble. I lifted purses from unlocked cars. I was stealing government checks out of mailboxes. I got bolder and bolder, until one day I got busted stealing from the band room at school. They shipped me off to a juvenile detention center called Morrison Training School. I hated everything about that place. The food was terrible. The kids were violent. I still have scars from all the times I got beat up. Every night, while I was falling asleep, I could hear the whistle of a freight train in the distance. And I always wanted to know where that train was going. So one night, when the guard turned his back to check the clock, I ran out the back door– toward the sound of that whistle. And that was the first place I ever escaped from.”

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Turns out that escaping from places became Bobby’s thing. After following the tracks all the way from North Carolina to Washington DC, Bobby tried to straighten his life out but then fell into the wrong crowd. After a bank robbery gone wrong, Bobby was shot while trying to escape and ended up landing a 25-30 year sentence at a maximum security prison.

Realising his new fate, Bobby tried to stay straight and narrow because he knew there was no way out. “I became the perfect inmate. I never had a mark on my record. My behaviour was so good that they transferred me down the hill to a minimum security facility… I was relaxed. I was feeling good. I had no plans to escape,” Bobby shared.

That all changed when the prison captain started picking on Bobby in a case of mistaken identity. Thinking he heard Bobby’s voice calling him a “punk ass”, the captain continued to give Bobby negative reports until it became too much. After being placed on rubbish pick-up duty on the road, “the worst job in the prison”, Bobby decided he had enough and was going to escape.

“I started planning and plotting. I saved up my money. I memorised the bus route. I noticed that we always stopped at a certain intersection — right next to a wooded area. And I figured I could make that distance in no time at all. I also noticed that the guard who worked on Tuesday never searched the prisoners as they boarded the bus,” Bobby recalled. “So one Monday night, while we were watching the Colts game on TV, I made the decision. That was going to be my last night in prison.”

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(6/11) “I cleaned out my locker before I went to sleep. I wanted to leave nothing behind. No phone numbers. No addresses. Nothing they could use to find me quick. Because I worked at the radio station, I was allowed a single pair of civilian clothes. I put those on beneath my prison garments and wore everything to bed. I didn’t sleep a wink that night. Every three hours the guards did a head count, and I kept seeing that flashlight shine on the wall. When the sun finally came up, I jumped out of bed and splashed water on my face. Then I glanced out the window. The careless guard was stationed at the gate. The one who never patted down the prisoners. So I said: ‘That’s it, I’m leaving.’ I got on the bus and went to the very back row, right next to the emergency exit. It was a five minute drive to the wooded area. As we slowed down for a stop, I swung open the back door– and I was gone. I could hear the alarm blaring behind me, but I didn’t look back. I peeled off my green clothes and just kept running. The sweat was coming off me. I looked like trouble, so I did my best to keep out of the white neighborhoods. Every time I passed a brother, I asked for directions to the Greyhound station. Everyone kept telling me: ‘Keep going, keep going, keep going.’ When I finally got there, I found a brother in the parking lot who agreed to buy me a one way ticket to New York. I waited until the last minute. I jumped on the bus right as the driver was closing the door. Then I slunk down in my seat while we drove out of Raleigh. Once we got on the highway, the girl next to me started making small talk. She asked me my name. I thought for a moment, and said: ‘Bobby Love.’ And that was the death of Walter Miller.”

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Thanks to Bobby’s radio prison show, he had a pair of civilian clothes. Enacting his master plan, he put his normal clothes on under his prison gear, cleared out his personal effects and sat at the very back of the bus — right next to the emergency exit. “It was a five minute drive to the wooded area. As we slowed down for a stop, I swung open the back door — and I was gone. I could hear the alarm blaring behind me, but I didn’t look back. I peeled off my green clothes and just kept running,” he recounted.

Once Bobby found the bus station, a man bought him a one-way ticket to New York. “I jumped on the bus right as the driver was closing the door. Then I slunk down in my seat while we drove out of Raleigh. Once we got on the highway, the girl next to me started making small talk. She asked me my name,” Bobby said, “I thought for a moment, and said: ‘Bobby Love.’ And that was the death of Walter Miller.”

New York City And The Birth Of Bobby Love

In the seventh part to Bobby’s Humans of New York series, he explained how he was able to start his new life in November, 1977. After arriving with nothing but $100 in small bills, Bobby survived on “hotdogs and marijuana” for two weeks in a run-down hotel. Following that, he began sleeping on trains as he tried to get the necessary papers to build his new life.

He managed to get a social security number by telling a woman a sob story about having lost everything, and managed to fake a believable birth certificate with his new name. By altering a real birth certificate and photocopying it enough times to look real, Bobby Love became an official person in the eyes of the law.  A funeral worker notarised it with a stamp, and another at the DMV let the lack of signature slide which enabled Bobby to get a drivers license. With all his new papers, Bobby was able to start working in the cafeteria of the Baptist Medical Centre, where he met his wife.

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(7/11) “Bobby Love arrived in New York in late November, 1977. I was glad to be free, but I was still in a tough spot. I had to build a life from scratch. All I had was $100 in small bills, a single pair of clothes, and a brand new name. I moved into a fleabag hotel, and for two weeks I survived on hotdogs and marijuana. Then my money ran out and I started sleeping on the trains. I had to figure out a way to get a foothold in life. I wasn’t even a person. I had no papers, no ID, no nothing. Believe it or not, the first thing I got was a social security number. I walked up to the window and told the lady a story about losing everything, and she gave me a card. On the spot. I still have it today. Next I got hold of an original birth certificate, scratched out the name, and typed ‘Bobby Love’ on the line. Then I took it to a print shop and copied it so many times that it didn’t look fake anymore. It didn’t take me long to find a brother at the funeral home who agreed to notarize it. He wouldn’t sign it, but he’d stamp it. And that was enough for me– because I found a brother at the DMV who pretended not to notice. And that’s how I got my drivers license. Then I used all my new papers to get a job working in the cafeteria of the Baptist Medical Center. And that’s where I met Cheryl.”

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While Cheryl was the total opposite of Bobby, that’s what he wanted in a partner. The pair married in 1985 and had four children, but Bobby ignored the advice of his family in North Carolina to tell Cheryl about his past. However, Bobby did share that he grew up in the South and had moved to New York for something new, which was all technically true. He just chose not to tell Cheryl about Walter Miller.

As a “righteous woman”, Bobby knew telling Cheryl about Walter Miller would create unnecessary strain on his wife. “[She’s] not the kind of woman who could keep a secret like this. I’m not trying to say that she’d have called the cops on me. But she’d have made me call the cops on myself. She’d turn up the heat,” Bobby explained. “So I just couldn’t tell her about Walter Miller. And there was no need… that part of my life was buried back in North Carolina. And it wasn’t coming back.”

Unfortunately for Bobby, that part of his life did come back when the police showed up on his doorstep 2015. Cheryl explained that when it all happened she felt like “the whole city was laughing at me”. But even though she was embarrassed, hurt and angry, she never hated Bobby. “I wanted to comfort him. I wanted to hold his hand. I told Bobby later, ‘That’s how I knew I loved you. Because even in the worst of it, I was thinking about you,’ she shared.

Even while in prison, when Bobby thought his wife would leave him, Cheryl remained loyal. “His head was in his hands, and he told me: ‘I know, you’re going to leave me,” Cheryl recounted. “I told him: ‘No Bobby Love, I married you for better or for worse. And right now this is the worst.’”

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(11/11) “I got to work. I wrote letters to the governor. I wrote letters to Obama. I gathered testimonials from everyone that Bobby ever knew: all the kids he used to coach, all the people at our church, all of our family members. I testified on his behalf. I didn’t know a thing about Walter Miller. But I told them all about Bobby Love. And the parole board took mercy. After a year in prison, they let him come home. The day after he was set free, I sat him down and asked: ‘What is it? Are we the Loves? Or are we the Millers?’ And he said: ‘We Love. We Love.’ So I had him change his name legally. And now we’re moving on. I still have my resentments. When we get in a fight, I’ll think: ‘This man better appreciate that I forgave him.’ But the thing is– I did forgive him. And when I made that decision, I had to accept all the territory that came with it. I can’t make him feel that debt every day of his life. Because that’s not the marriage I want to be in. The whole world knows now. We’ve got no secrets. But I think this whole mess was for the better of things: better for me, better for the kids, and better for Bobby. He doesn’t have to hide anymore. He can look at me when I’m speaking. Not only that, he’s hearing me too. My voice is heard. I used to walk on eggshells. I used to just go along. But I told him one thing. I said: ‘Bobby, I’ll take you back. But I’m not taking a backseat to you no more.’ Because I got my own story to tell. I can write a book too. I might not have escaped from prison, and started a whole new life, and hid it from my family. But I forgave the man who did.”

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In the final instalment of the Bobby Love chronicles, Cheryl explained how she got her husband out of prison. With writing letters to the governor, gathering testimonials and testifying on his behalf, Bobby was released after just a year in prison. “I didn’t know a thing about Walter Miller,” Cheryl said. “But I told them all about Bobby Love. And the parole board took mercy.”

Once home, Cheryl had Bobby legally change his name and set some ground rules for their life going forward. Despite holding some resentment, Cheryl said just one thing. “I said: ‘Bobby, I’ll take you back. But I’m not taking a backseat to you no more.’ Because I got my own story to tell. I can write a book too,” Cheryl concluded. “I might not have escaped from prison, and started a whole new life, and hid it from my family. But I forgave the man who did.”

What’s Next For Bobby Love And Cheryl?

The captivating story of Bobby Love and his wife Cheryl gathered keen followers quickly, with people refreshing their browsers hourly for the newest instalment. The story even gained some celebrity following, with Jennifer Garner calling the 11-part series “the most beautiful, inspiring love story I have ever watched as a 10-hour mini series.”

With almost two million likes in the last 12 hours on Instagram alone, people have suggested that Bobby Love’s story be turned into a movie or biopic, at the very least.

If you want to read the Bobby Love and Cheryl Love story for yourself in full, head over to the Humans of New York Instagram page.