Michael Proctor's Career of Alleged Cover-Ups In Memoriam
Michael Proctor had everything a cop could want—respect, power, and a reputation that, for years, seemed untouchable. But by March 2025, he wasn’t just out of a job—he was a liability. Fired. Disgraced. Publicly humiliated in a way few law enforcement officers ever are. And it all comes back to one thing: the way he handled the Karen Read case. Or rather, how spectacularly he mishandled it.
Proctor’s downfall wasn’t a quick and clean dismissal. This wasn’t one of those “effective immediately” situations where a cop gets caught doing something catastrophic and is gone by the next morning. No, this was a slow-motion train wreck. A case study in watching someone who thought they were untouchable get tangled in their own arrogance, their own bias, and their own mistakes.
It started with a mistrial in July 2024—a high-profile, publicly scrutinized moment where Proctor didn’t just look bad on the stand, he became the story. His testimony wasn’t just shaky; it was an unmitigated disaster. Prosecutors must have known it was coming because the moment his text messages came out, it was game over.
These weren’t just any texts. Proctor, the lead investigator in the Karen Read case, the man responsible for gathering evidence and ensuring a fair and unbiased investigation, repeatedly called the defendant a "wack-job ct," openly mocked her, laughed about digging through her phone for nude photos, and, in one of the most damning moments, said he hoped she would kill herself.**
Think about that for a second. The guy responsible for finding out what actually happened had already made up his mind before the investigation even started. And he wasn’t keeping that bias to himself—he was texting it to people. Joking about it. Making it impossible to argue that he had conducted an objective investigation.
And that wasn’t even the worst of it.
Proctor had undisclosed personal connections to key people involved in the case. His own sister was friends with members of the Albert family—the same family that owned the house where John O’Keefe was last seen alive. His family knew them socially. And yet, he never disclosed this. He took the case, took control of the evidence, and built a case against Karen Read while having direct ties to the very people who could have been alternative suspects.
Then there was the taillight evidence. The prosecution’s whole theory hinged on the idea that Karen Read backed into John O’Keefe with her SUV, breaking her taillight and leaving him outside to die in the snow. But the glass fragments that allegedly proved this theory didn’t make it to the crime lab for six weeks.
Six weeks.
And guess who was in charge of that evidence? Michael Proctor.
When asked about the delay, there was no good answer. No chain of custody explanation that made sense. No reasonable justification for why a critical piece of forensic evidence in a high-profile murder case sat around for over a month before it was analyzed. The defense didn’t even need to prove that the evidence had been planted—they just had to point out how incompetent and sloppy the investigation was. And Proctor had done all of their work for them.
The mistrial was a disaster. But the fallout was worse.
Within hours of the decision, Proctor was suspended. That was the first clue that even his own department knew he was a problem. The Massachusetts State Police don’t just throw their own under the bus. It takes serious misconduct for them to cut someone loose