LasVegasSun.com – By Abigail Goldman
The hairdresser who bleached Raven Navajo’s roots in jail wasn’t given much time or many tools, so the result was more mine shaft canary than blond – dingy yellow hair fried so thin it seemed to float on static electricity. The color clashed something awful with her blue jailhouse jumpsuit, an effect opposite of what Navajo had hoped for: Sitting in court, in her melted mascara and makeup-spackled skin, she still looked like a man.
She was one, once. She was also a husband, a veteran, a prostitute and, above all else, a skunk-drunk alcoholic. Now, however, she’s mainly known as a murderer.