Texas JUST Executed Ker’Sean Ramey 7 Days After His Partner

On September 23rd, 2026  after spending more than 19 years on death row, Kershan Remy was executed in Texas for the murder of three people inside a house in the town of Edna. But here is the part that should make your blood run cold. When the police first stood over those three bodies, they had nothing on Kershaw.

  No fingerprints, no DNA, not a single drop of blood or strand of hair tying him to that house or to the guns that did it. He had walked into a home, helped kill three people, and left behind almost nothing a crime lab could use. Kersan Remy should have gotten away with it. And there was only one reason he didn’t.

 He could not keep his own mouth shut. This is what happened. It starts a few days before anyone died with a different crime. Kershon and a group of others broke into the home of a neighbor named Kenneth N. Kenneth wasn’t there. But what Kenneth had was guns. And when Kershawn and his crew left that house, they took around 25 of them along with the ammunition to feed them.

 That burglary matters because two of those stolen guns are the ones that would kill three people a few days later. Kersion was running with a 19-year-old named Le James Norman. And Le James had an idea. He was convinced that a neighbor of his, a man named Sam Roberts, was sitting on a large amount of coke inside his home. Not a little.

Le James believed there was a full kilogram of it in that house. So, the two of them decided they were going to go take it. They divided up the guns from that burglary. Le James took a long barrel revolver and Kershon took a short barrel one, the kind that is easy to hide, easy to carry, easy to bring up close.

 But there was no cocaine in that house. There was never any co in that house. But Kersion and Le James did not know that yet. And it would not have mattered if they had. They were coming in either way. The first person they came to was Celso Lopez, the man who answered the door. He was 38 years old and he had nothing to do with any of this. He was just there.

And when two men forced their way in with guns drawn looking for drugs he did not have, Chelso never had a chance to talk his way out or fight his way out or run. Kershan shot him. But Chelso was not who they had come for. So they kept going deeper into the house, still hunting for a kilogram of cocaine that did not exist.

 And that is when two more people walked through the front door. Tiffany Peacock, 18 years old, and Sam Roberts, 24, the young man who actually lived there, the one Le James had convinced himself was sitting on a fortune in drugs. They walked into their own home and found two armed men already inside and a man already shot. It fell apart into gunfire.

 Sam was the one they had come for, and Sam was the one Kershan turned on. He shot him, not once. He shot Sam twice. And Le James was firing too into Sam, into Tiffany, into Selso. The two of them moving through that house, pulling triggers until all three people were on the floor. Three people in a matter of minutes over a rumor about co and then it went quiet and Kershan and Le James ran.

They did not have far to go because Le James lived directly across the street. That is how close this was. These were not strangers in some far off town. These were his neighbors, people who lived their whole lives a few steps from his front door. He helped shoot three of them and then he walked home. But somewhere on that short walk back across the street, it hit Kershon that they had left something behind, a police scanner sitting there in that house at the scene.

 Something that could put them inside those walls. So Kershan stopped and he turned around and he went back. He walked back through that door and while he was in there, he did not just grab the scanner and leave. He raised that gun again. He shot Tiffany one more time and he shot Chelo three more times to be certain to make sure that not one of them would ever recover, ever wake up, ever be able to say his name to a single police officer.

 And then he left for the second time. The next day, the parents of Sam Roberts came to the house, and they were the ones who found them. Their son and Tiffany and Telso all dead inside. Now, here is where Kershawn was almost untouchable because when investigators processed the scene, they got nothing that pointed to him.

 No prints of his, no DNA, and even the two revolvers when they were eventually found could not be conclusively matched by ballistics to the bullets pulled out of the victims. On the physical evidence alone, the case against Kershon Ramy was thin to the point of nearly not existing. And here is how little he was worried. He and Le James stood on Le James’ front porch across the street and they watched.

 They watched the police work the scene. They stood there and looked at the investigation into the murders they had just committed like spectators. But Kershan had two problems. He could not shoot his way out of the guns and his own mouth. First, the guns. 3 days after the murders, Kershan called his former girlfriend, a woman named Stacy Johnson, and asked her to drive him somewhere with running water.

 She took him to a local dam. And Stacy watched Kershan wipe down two pistols and throw them into the water. But before that, Kershan had made a phone call that tells you everything about the kind of man he was. He called his own stepfather, a man named Lonnie Light, and he asked him a question. If you were to kill somebody, what would you do with the guns? And Lonnie told him to throw them in a river.

 That was the plan. Disposing of the murder weapons worked out over the phone like a chore. And then came the second problem. On the drive home from that dam, Kershon could not help himself. He told Stacy everything. He told her the guns she had just watched him throw in the water were the guns used in the triple murder.

 And then he walked her through the whole thing in detail how it played out inside that house. He admitted to her that he shot Selzo and Tiffany and Sam. And then because he understood exactly what he had just handed her, he told Stacy that if she ever went to the police, he would kill her, too. He thought that threat would hold, but it did not.

 4 months later, Stacy led investigators straight to that dam, and she remembered the exact spot. A dive team went into the water and pulled out both weapons. More of the guns from that first burglary turned up hidden under the floorboards of Kershon’s own house. When they finally brought Kershawn in, he did the one thing Le James never did.

He said  nothing. He did not confess. He pleaded not guilty to all of it. And he decided to make the state prove every inch of it. And for a while that was almost a smart bet because of how little physical evidence there was. But the state did not need his fingerprints. It had his words. It had Stacy, the woman he confessed to and then threatened to kill.

 It had his stepfather, who he asked how to get rid of guns. It had witness after witness that Kershan had talked to because he could not stop talking. The jury listened to all of it. And after a 4-day trial, they went out to decide whether Kershan was guilty of capital murder. It took them a little over an hour.

 Then came the part that decided whether he lived or died. The jury had to answer whether Kershan would be a continuing danger to society and whether there was anything in his life worth sparing him for. They went out again and this time they came back in about 15 minutes. 15 minutes. And Kershan Remy was sentenced to death. And he was not the only one.

 Le James Norman stood trial for the same three murders in front of his own jury and got the exact same answer, death. Both men who walked into that house were now condemned to die for what they did inside it. But Kershon was not done fighting. Where Le James had gotten on the stand and cried about a dream, Kershon spent the next 19 years attacking the trial itself.

His main argument was not that he was innocent. it was that his jury had been chosen unfairly. He argued that the process of selecting that jury had pushed out every single black juror one after another until there were none left in the room that decided his fate. It was a real issue and the courts  took it seriously.

 They looked at how the jury was picked. They looked at whether his own trial lawyers had failed him by barely investigating the state’s witnesses. And one by one, every court that looked at it said the same thing. The Texas  courts denied him. A federal district court denied him. And in July of 2021, the fifth circuit denied him, too.

 Because underneath all of the legal arguments sat that one fact he could never get around. the overwhelming evidence of his own guilt, the confession to his girlfriend, the threat to kill her, the call to his stepfather, the gun she led police to. A man does not accidentally end up describing in detail how he shot three people.

 Kershan built the case against himself, one conversation at a time, and no appeal could unsay a word of it. There is even a petition out there right now asking the state to spare his life. It argues that Kersian was not the one who came up with the plan, that he was not the main shooter, that more death does not heal anything.

 And maybe some people find that moving. But remember what Kershan actually did. He was already out of that house. Three people were already shot and he turned around, walked back inside, and put more bullets into Tiffany and Selzo so that they could never speak. Tiffany did not get a second chance. Kelso did not get one. Sam did not get one either.

 Kershan gave them no mercy at all and then spent 19 years asking the state of Texas for exactly that. For most of those years, Kershon sat in a cell at the Pollinsky unit where Texas keeps its condemned men. And so did Le James. Think about that. The two men who walked into that house together, who stood on that porch and watched the police work the very crime scene they had made, spent almost the next 20 years, just a few doors down from each other on the same death row, waiting for the same needle.

And then one week before Kershaw’s turn came, Le James went first. On September 16th, 2026, they walked Le James Norman into the death chamber at the Huntsville unit, strapped him to the gurnie, and put him to death for the same three murders. Same crime, same table, 7 days apart.

 And now it was Kershan who was out of time. So on the morning of September 23rd, 2026, they came for him. They drove Kershan, the 45 minutes from Palinsky, to that same Huntsville unit, quietly on a route they don’t announce. And they put him in a holding cell to wait out his last few hours. He was 41 years old.

 More than half his life was now behind these walls. All of it for one night when he was 20. And then he waited. Because in Texas, nothing happens until 6:00 p.m. Only after 6:00 does the state pick up the phone to the attorney general and the governor’s office and confirm what everyone already knew. That no court was going to step in. That there would be no stay.

 That it was time. But there was one thing the state of Texas would not give him while he waited. A last meal. They used to. For almost 90 years, a condemned man in Texas got to order whatever he wanted on his final day. But in 2011, a killer ordered a feast, then refused to eat a bite of it, and the state ended the tradition for good.

 The senator who killed it put it simply, “These men never gave their victims a last meal. Why should the state give them one?” So, Kershan got what every other inmate in the unit got that evening. Nothing special. Only then did they bring him in. They walked Kersion into the death chamber and laid him down on the gurnie.

 And they strapped his arms down out to each side and ran the IV lines into him. On the other side of the glass in one room sat whoever had come for him. And in another room kept separate were the people who had come for Tiffany and for Sam and for Selso. 20 years they had waited for this. 20 years and now they were watching it happen for the second time in a week.

And then the warden asked him if he had any last words. For the man who could never stop talking, the man who talked his way onto this very table, it was the last time anyone on earth would ask him anything. It was inaudible. But whatever Kershan said in that moment, or whatever he chose not to say, it changed nothing about where he was.

 Because there is only one way off that table. When he was done, the warden gave the signal and they started running the drug into his arm. It doesn’t take long. First, he would have gone under the way you go under for surgery. And then his breathing slowed until it eventually stopped. And a few minutes after that, he was pronounced dead.

21 years after two men pulled masks over their faces and walked into a house looking for cocaine that was never there, both of them were gone. Kershan Remy was 41 years old. What do you think? Has justice been served? Let us know your thoughts in the comments.