The final echoes of three rifle shots have silenced the most notorious death row case in modern South Carolina history, as Brad Sigmon was executed by firing squad Friday evening at Broad River Correctional Institution in Columbia. At precisely 6:05 p.m., volunteer executioners fired .308 caliber rifles simultaneously at a white target placed over Sigmon’s heart, ending the life of a 67-year-old man who had spent 23 years on death row for a crime so brutal that prosecutors called it the worst they had ever witnessed. The execution was historic on multiple fronts, marking the first firing squad execution in the United States in 15 years and making Sigmon the oldest person ever put to death in South Carolina. He was pronounced dead at 6:08 p.m., just three minutes after the shots were fired, bringing to a close a case that began with a baseball bat and ended with a hail of bullets.
The nightmare that led to this moment began on a quiet spring morning in Taylors, South Carolina, a suburban community where violence was supposed to be something that happened in distant cities. On April 27, 2001, David Larke, 62, and his wife Gladys Larke, 59, were enjoying what should have been an ordinary day in their home, tending to their garden and looking forward to more years together. But Brad Sigmon, then 29 years old and spiraling after a breakup with the couple’s daughter, had other plans. He was consumed by rejection, unable to accept that his relationship was over, and in his twisted thinking, he began to blame the elderly couple for raising the woman who had left him. Armed with a baseball bat, he broke into their home and unleashed violence that defied comprehension. He beat David Larke nine times in the head with the bat, crushing his skull with each deliberate blow. Then he turned to Gladys Larke and delivered nine more strikes, each one fatal, each one methodical. The injuries were so catastrophic that even seasoned prosecutors, who had seen decades of crime scenes, described them as the most horrific they had ever witnessed.
But Sigmon was not finished. When the Larke’s daughter arrived home, expecting to find her parents going about their normal routine, she instead walked into a scene of unspeakable horror. Sigmon was still there, waiting for her. He did not try to flee or show remorse. Instead, he took her hostage at gunpoint, forcing her into her own vehicle. The terror of that moment is almost impossible to comprehend, coming home to find your parents murdered and the killer still present, forcing you into a car at gunpoint. But this woman made a split-second decision that saved her life. As Sigmon drove, she saw her chance and threw herself from the moving vehicle. Sigmon fired shots at her as she escaped, but miraculously, she survived, hitting the ground, running, and living to identify the man who had destroyed her family. Sigmon became a fugitive, and for 11 days, he ran, eventually making his way to Gatlinburg, Tennessee, trying to put as much distance between himself and South Carolina as possible. But police caught up with him on the 11th day, and he was arrested and brought back to face justice.
When Sigmon’s trial began in July 2002, just over a year after the murders, the prosecution painted a picture of a crime so vicious and unnecessary that it demanded the ultimate punishment. The defense tried to humanize him, talking about his drug problems and his heartbreak over the breakup, asking the jury for mercy. But how do you ask for mercy when you showed none? How do you ask a jury to spare your life when you brutally ended two others? Sigmon reportedly admitted his guilt in court, leaving no question about whether he did it. The only question was his punishment. After hearing all the evidence, after seeing the crime scene photos, after learning about those nine blows to each victim’s head, the jury made their decision. On July 20, 2002, they unanimously sentenced Sigmon to death for both murders, plus 30 years for burglary. The message was clear, this crime was so heinous that nothing less than the death penalty would be justice.
But death sentences in America do not happen quickly, and Sigmon was sent to death row at Broad River Correctional Institution, where he would sit for the next 23 years. While he lived, breathed, ate meals, and slept in his cell, the Larke family mourned. While he filed appeal after appeal, their family celebrated holidays without David and Gladys. While he lived, they were gone. Sigmon appealed relentlessly, using every legal avenue available to him. In 2005, his direct appeals were denied. In 2013, more denials came. In 2018 and 2020, federal courts rejected his habeas corpus claims, which were legal attempts to argue that his conviction or sentence was unjust. But court after court looked at the evidence and said no. Finally, on January 11, 2021, the United States Supreme Court, the highest court in the land, refused to hear his case. The legal road had come to an end.
But even then, Sigmon’s execution did not happen immediately, because South Carolina, like many states, was facing a problem. They could not get the drugs needed for lethal injection, as pharmaceutical companies had stopped supplying them for executions. When Sigmon’s first execution date was set for February 12, 2021, it was stayed at the last minute. The state literally could not carry out the sentence because they did not have the means. This put South Carolina in a bind, with inmates sentenced to death but no way to execute them. So the state legislature did something controversial, reauthorizing older methods of execution that had not been used in years. They brought back the electric chair, that notorious device from another era, and they brought back something even more uncommon, the firing squad. Sigmon and other death row inmates immediately sued, arguing that these methods were cruel and unusual punishment, prohibited by the Eighth Amendment to the United States Constitution. But in July 2024, the South Carolina Supreme Court ruled that the firing squad was constitutional, legal, and allowable. A few months later, in late 2024, South Carolina resumed executions after a 13-year break, and Sigmon’s name was on the list.
By early 2025, all of Sigmon’s legal options had been exhausted. Every appeal was denied, every court had spoken, and his execution date was set for March 7, 2025. Now he had to make that unthinkable choice, how did he want to die? South Carolina law gave him three options, lethal injection, electric chair, or firing squad. Sigmon chose the firing squad. In his own words, he feared the electric chair would cook him alive, and he feared lethal injection would make him feel like he was drowning in chemicals. But the firing squad, with three rifles fired simultaneously at his heart, would be quick, at least that was what he hoped. On the evening before his execution, Wednesday, March 5, 2025, Sigmon was served his last meal. It is a strange tradition, giving someone facing death whatever they want to eat, but it is a ritual that goes back generations in American capital punishment. Sigmon chose a hearty southern spread, ordering four pieces of fried chicken, crispy and golden, comfort food at its finest. He got green beans, probably cooked southern style with bacon or ham hocks, mashed potatoes swimming in rich gravy, buttery biscuits, a slice of cheesecake for dessert, and to wash it all down, sweet tea, that staple of southern cuisine.
The next day, March 7, 2025, arrived, and as afternoon turned to evening, at 6 p.m., it was time. Sigmon, now 67 years old, twice as old as he had been when he committed his crime, was led into the death chamber. It was a small room specially designed for this purpose, with witnesses present including state officials, media representatives, and perhaps family members of the victims. They watched as guards strapped Sigmon to a wooden chair, not an electric chair, but a simple chair designed for a firing squad execution. A small white target was placed over his heart, a target like he was at a shooting range instead of an execution chamber. It was a surreal detail, but it served a purpose, to guide the shooters and ensure a quick death. Then a prison employee placed a hood over Sigmon’s head, and he could no longer see, only wait. But before the hood went on, Sigmon’s attorney read his final statement, his last words, his final message to the world.
What did he say? Did he apologize to the Larke family? Did he express remorse for the horror he had inflicted? Did he ask for forgiveness for beating two elderly people to death with a baseball bat? No. Instead, Sigmon used his final breath to make a political statement. He began by saying, I want my closing statement to be one of love and a calling to my fellow Christians to help us end the death penalty. He quoted scripture, citing Matthew 5:38-39 and Romans 6:14, arguing against the Old Testament principle of an eye for an eye and emphasizing New Testament teachings on forgiveness and mercy. He concluded with the assertion that nowhere does God in the New Testament give man the authority to kill another man. It was a plea for abolishing capital punishment, an argument for mercy, a call for grace from a man who showed none of that to his victims. The irony was not lost on anyone in that room. Sigmon wanted mercy from a system he claimed was unjust, yet he had given David and Gladys Larke no mercy whatsoever. He quoted scripture about forgiveness, but he had taken away any chance for his victims to forgive him in person. He talked about love, but his actions on April 27, 2001, were the opposite of love.
At 6:05 p.m., after the hood was placed over his head, the moment arrived. Behind the curtain, three volunteer executioners, regular citizens who had volunteered for this grim duty, aimed their .308 caliber rifles at the white target over Sigmon’s heart. They had been trained, and they were ready. The order was given, and they fired. Three shots rang out almost simultaneously, the sound echoing in that small chamber. All three bullets struck the target, striking Sigmon’s chest nearly at once. His body jerked from the impact, and then it was over. Just like that. At 6:08 p.m., just three minutes after the shots were fired, a doctor examined Sigmon and pronounced him dead. It marked a historic moment, though not one South Carolina was particularly proud of. It was the first firing squad execution in the United States since 2010, when Ronnie Lee Gardner was executed by firing squad in Utah. It was the first time South Carolina had ever used this method, and at 67 years old, Sigmon became the oldest person ever executed in South Carolina’s history.
The execution brought to a close a case that had spanned nearly a quarter century, from the brutal double murder in 2001, through the trial in 2002, through 23 years of appeals and legal battles, through changing laws and execution moratoriums. Sigmon’s story finally ended in that death chamber. The wheels of justice had turned slowly, but they had turned. For the Larke family, there is no real closure. David and Gladys are still gone. That daughter who jumped from a moving car to escape still carries the trauma of that day. She still lost her parents in the most violent way imaginable, and she still came home to find them murdered. No execution can undo that, and no amount of justice can bring them back. But Sigmon faced the consequences of his actions. After 23 years of living while his victims lay in graves, he finally paid the price. The state of South Carolina carried out the sentence exactly as the law required, ending the life of a man who had ended two others so brutally and so senselessly over a breakup he could not get past.
This case raises so many questions about justice, about mercy, about the death penalty itself. Was Sigmon right in his final words? Should we end capital punishment, or was his execution justice served? There is no easy answer. What we can say with certainty is that on April 27, 2001, two innocent people were murdered in their own home for no good reason. And on March 7, 2025, the man who killed them was executed by firing squad. That is the story of Brad Sigmon, from a 29-year-old man who could not handle rejection to a 67-year-old facing three rifles pointed at his chest. It is a story about violence, about consequences, about how one moment of rage can destroy multiple lives, not just the victims, but the perpetrators as well. Whatever your views on capital punishment, one thing remains clear, nothing that happened in that death chamber could ever undo the horror of what happened in that home in Taylors, South Carolina, so many years ago. The execution has now passed, but the questions it raises will linger for generations, as America continues to grapple with the morality and practicality of state-sanctioned death.
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