A Hell of a Hoax! Part 15: A Family Killing

What Charles Manson really means when he talks about family is an open question. His own was sorely lacking on several fronts, but many another has had a bad start in life without landing on Death Row.

Here he is at the age of five, on the day before he started school. My impression? A kid with some personal charm, not bad looking, and one who is maybe feeling a little bit shy and yet excited about the whole thing.

Deciphering the rest of it, however, isn’t easy. Manson appears to have lied about damn nearly everything to do with his family and his childhood.

It’s true that he grew up without a father.  It’s not true that he didn’t know who the man was.  His mother was underage at the time – she was either 15 or 16, according to whether you believe one record or another. Charlie said she was a prostitute, but that doesn’t ring true either. A party girl, maybe.

 Kathleen Maddox in later years. She was born Ada Kathleen Maddox but went by her middle name. Her birth date is given as January 11, 1918 in some places and 1919 in others.

Was she a hooker? Well, how many prostitutes have you ever heard of who both filed and won a paternity suit against the father, four years later? Who won child support from the father, and arranged visitation with her toddler not just once but several times?

Admittedly, the child support didn’t amount to much. One report pegs it at a measly $5 per month (that amounts to $86.23 in today’s terms).

In 1937, some five dollar bills were silver certificates, like this one. Not much, but not nothing. Like I said, this was during the Great Depression. Every nickel counted.

Because it was all resolved by way of a consent decree, there were no criminal charges filed. This even though it is clear enough that Manson’s father was 24 when the boy was born, and therefore statutory rape was involved.

It’s true that Kathleen Maddox ran away from her home in Kentucky while pregnant, and gave birth to Charlie in Cincinnati, Ohio. But this was in 1934, and unwed mothers were a disgrace to be hidden away from society, if at all possible. Teenagers who got themselves in “the family way” were quite commonly sent out of town until after the birth of the child, either in a ‘home’ or in the care of geographically distant relatives. Then the baby was either put up for adoption or some polite fiction was invented about where he or she “came from.” At the height of the Great Depression, however, resources all around may have been too slender to do this with or for Kathleen.

What Charlie’s mother did manage to do was find a man willing to give the boy his name: William Manson.

At first he was listed as “No Name Maddox” but in the end Charlie was formally named Charles Milles Maddox on his birth certificate, and William Manson is listed as his father.

Kathleen and William were even married for a couple of years, and it’s been suggested that William thought the child was his, at first. But he soon departed the scene in any case, and seems to have had no further contact with either Kathleen or Charlie. Mom, however, could now bring the boy home to Kentucky and call him legitimate.

At least, up until that paternity suit was filed in 1936.

So who was this mystery man that Charlie claimed his mother couldn’t even name?

Colonel Walker Scott Sr.

Now, I could not find a photograph of the man that I had any faith in, but I did find his grave marker:

 Scott is buried in the Cattlettsburg Cemetery in Kentucky. You can check it out for yourself at this site:  https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid= 116001100

The marker, you may notice, is bare-bones. They didn’t even bother to spell out his first name, or to mention that he’s the senior half of a father/son duo.

That’s right. There’s a Walker Scott Jr. involved in all this.

He was born about 14 months after Charlie was, to the Colonel and his first wife, Dorothy. Who wound up divorcing him in 1941. They had two sons by then. And thirteen years later, the Colonel was dead, of cirrhosis of the liver. Since the grounds for divorce included abuse, non-support, and his alcoholism, we can surmise that his death was the direct result of his drinking, and that it fully explains that minimal memorial.

It might also explain why Charlie was so reluctant to claim him. Unless, of course, actually having a father who ever supported you to any degree would interfere with the Manson myth. A malignant narcissist is apt to adapt his biography to his mythological needs, and it’s clear that Charles Manson did that all along.

He preferred to tell people that even his mother didn’t know who his daddy was, yet he actually had three.

One was the Colonel (and I cannot tell you what that honorific is worth, since Kentucky is full of ‘colonels’ who never served in any capacity, or if they did, were certainly not officers. The most famous example would be Colonel Sanders of Kentucky Fried Chicken fame).

  This Colonel did indeed serve a stint in the Army but was a teamster, not a commander of anything more significant than a team of mules – even so, he was a man I admire greatly in other respects.

The second was the man who named him – William Manson. And while he didn’t stick around very long, a legitimate last name in those days was far from nothing.

The third was his uncle. When his mother and her brother robbed a service station in 1939, apparently by going after an employee with a ketchup bottle, they both wound up sentenced to five years in prison. Charlie was placed with his mother’s aunt and uncle in McMechen, West Virginia, and lived with their family until 1942, when his mom was paroled.

If you want to know what that was like, you might want to check out the accounts given by Manson’s sister Nancy and his cousin Joanne, which you can find here amidst a lot hype about the Tate and LaBianca murders:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2451441/Charles-Mansons-relatives-release-unseen-pictures-monster-youth.html#ixzz4v33sRns2

Or you can go to the source of the information given there by Jeff Guinn. He’s the author of this book, which I’ve mentioned before and which he is promoting in the newspaper piece:

  I don’t know if Guinn is right about all of his conclusions regarding Charlie’s character and its development, but he does have accounts from family members who avoided the media for many years and refused to talk to all other reporters. He also has family photos that have not been seen elsewhere.

Apparently, once she was paroled, Manson’s mother retrieved her son from her aunt and uncle and lived with him in a series of run-down hotel rooms. The aunt and uncle have been described as “very strict” and members of the Church of the Nazarene (although at 13, Charlie once claimed to be Catholic in order to persuade a judge to place him at Boys Town instead of the local reformatory).

Now, one of my grandmothers belonged to the Church of the Nazarene, so I can tell you that “strict” is very likely a mild description of the discipline he underwent in their home, especially since he began getting himself into serious trouble at the age of seven and did not respond to correction of any kind.

Nevertheless, there was a father figure involved, and an actual home. Which is more than my grandfather had, after being thrown out of the house by his daddy at the tender age of ten. Thereafter he was forced to make his own way in the world. It turned him into a hard-headed, hard-handed man, known for being able to knock out a man, horse or cow with a single punch, but he never once landed in jail. He never abandoned his kids. And he didn’t blame anyone else for his own missteps. So my sympathies on that score? Limited. You can’t learn from your mistakes if you never admit to making them.

What did Charlie really think of his mother?

It’s a mixed message.

Kathleen Maddox, shown here at age 20 with her aunt and her son when Charlie was only five – she looks more like his older sister than his mom.

In Manson: In His Own Words, he said her physical embrace of him on the day she returned from prison in 1942 was his only happy childhood memory.

But you should always bear in mind that what Manson says about much of anything can change from day to day, and that almost everything he has to say about his own family just isn’t so.

The way Manson talks about Kathleen Maddox is telling , though. When he was asked about her, there’s a famous quote:

And then there’s this one:

  I’ve never run across anyone else who refers to his Mom as a “good girl.” Especially after he made the woman out to be a whore to the general public, and admitted to hitting her. I’m also mindful of what his cousin and sister said – that Kathleen herself was afraid of him and tried to put her son into foster care when he was twelve. The court instead placed Manson in the Father Gibault School for Boys in Terre Haute, Indiana. 

  Charlie spent ten months here, taking classes taught by priests. He never did learn to read, but it may have been where he picked up enough Catholic cant to convince another judge that he was in fact a Catholic, and so he should be sent to to Boys Town (which he ran away from within four days of his arrival).

Charlie has demonstrated a lifelong pattern of blaming everything that goes wrong on pretty much everyone else, including society at large. No surprise, really, among criminals and/or narcissists. I certainly never met anyone in a holding cell who owned up to his deeds. A wife beater, for example, will blame his victim without fail. Somehow she “made” him do it. And the same is true of husband-abusers.

So why do I care, either way?

Well, as I said, I was wondering what Charlie really means when he talks about family. He himself has never referred to his followers as Family. They call themselves that but as far as I can tell, it’s in the same sense that gangbangers do – they band together as a substitute for the families that failed them or were lost to them for all kinds of reasons. They get jumped in to gain protection from other gangs, and to give themselves a shot at having a life.

  Angelenos flashing gang signs – it’s about group solidarity as much as it is intimidating everyone else.

  The Manson family always had more female members than male, though, unlike your typical Southern California biker and street gangs. A feature Charlie often used to help keep his allies in line.

In any case, the pseudo-family life of gangs is a complicated topic, and people disagree strongly about how it really works.  If you’re interested in that, you could do worse than by starting here:

https://prezi.com/jskixxqmi3qn/gangs-are-family-their-social-function/

The thing I saw with gangs when I was doing forensic work was that gangsters do support each other, cover for each other, and take chances I would consider insane on each other’s behalf. There’s a big profit motive involved, of course, but it’s more than that. And they wind up dead a lot, thanks to turf wars and drug deals gone bad and whatever else.

The thing is, whenever a gangster does get killed, the odds are even on whether he (or she) was done in by a rival gang, or by their own group.

And that’s what I see with the Manson Family. James and Lauren Willett, Gary Hinman, John Haught, Shorty Shea, Reet Jurvetson, Mark Walts, and possibly Susan Scott (we’ll get to that one later) – they were all either known associates or members of the Family. It seems pretty clear to me that they were all killed by the Family, and most of it was done on Manson’s orders.

So what does family mean to Charlie?

I ask because there was a messy murder in his biological family too.

I’m talking about his father’s brother, Darwin Orell Scott.

Now, Walker Scott may have been a drunk but Darwin Scott was an out-and-out jailbird. He was in and out of both state and federal prisons from 1931 onward, and he had a reputation for cheating even his closest associates at every opportunity.  It was all about fairly minor stuff, though, compared to Manson-style mass murder. Darwin Scott was more into burglary, robbery, illegal gambling, forgery, theft, and running hooch of several kinds that never met up with legitimate tax stamps.

Here’s an example of the items that made the local newspapers back east and made mention of Darwin Scott: 

Several more of these are posted at this site (although like this one, they’re fuzzy enough to be difficult to read):

http://www.mansonblog.com/search/label/Darwin%20Scott

More intriguing, to me anyway, is this little item:

  I’m not sure precisely what laws applied in this case, or what Mrs. Scott thought she was doing with this one, but if her husband did lose thirty grand to Ed Curd in the space of 14 months – well, that was a hell of a lot of money in 1949… more than three hundred grand in today’s terms. And she was asking for the best part of a million bucks in restitution and damages.

I don’t know how that court case turned out, but I’d be amazed if she won. Or collected anything if she did. And there is no mention of Faye Scott being a part of Darwin’s life at any time past that point.

What we do know is that twenty years later, somebody took a butcher knife to Darwin Scott. He was found in his Ashland, Kentucky apartment on May 27, 1969. He’d been stabbed 19 times, and left pinned to the floor with that knife.

Known to keep fairly large sums of money around, Darwin might have been targeted on that basis, or by somebody who held a grudge. Or both. If so, they seem to have succeeded on both counts. There were no wads of cash laying around when the cops arrived, although there was plenty of booze: no less than 86 fifths and 28 pints of whiskey. Which implies that at the age of 64, he was still active in moving illegal hooch.

  Here, you can see pretty much the whole of downtown Ashland, which sits on the south side of the Ohio River, across from West Virginia.

But there’s another possibility. Just before the murder, a “scraggly little dude” who called himself “Preacher” drifted into town, leading a band of female hippies. They wound up getting chased out again by the local folks, who were mad as hell about the group handing out drugs to their kids, including LSD.

According to Edward George, who wrote his own book about Manson and was for several years his prison counselor, several Ashland residents later identified Preacher as none other than Charlie Manson.

  Is this true? Where was Manson in May of 1969?

He was out on parole, and supposedly in California at the time of the murder. But when Darwin Scott was killed, Manson was out of touch with his parole officers. 

Could he have gone to Kentucky? The Family still had that converted school bus, didn’t they?

And they’d been taking that bus up and down the full length of the west coast, so why not strike out for the east?  After all, it’s where Manson himself is from. Where his mother and father were from. Where James Willet’s family still lives and runs a distillery (and both of the Willetts were still alive at this point). It so happens it’s also where his uncle was living. Until he wasn’t.

Why would Manson want to kill Darwin? He had so very little contact with Walker Scott Sr., it seems unlikely he had any kind of relationship with Uncle Darwin. But Unc always seemed to have crap-loads of cash. And Charlie always needed that.

 Manson and his cohorts killed Gary Hinman for money he didn’t even have. They may very well have killed Joel Pugh too,  in London, just to safeguard Manson’s access to a trust fund. The chop shop/dune buggy business was all about money.

So I’d have to say, I think it’s entirely possible. The Family’s time line for 1969 certainly has a May-sized gap in it big enough to accommodate a cross-country road trip. And using a knife? Overkill with a knife? Well, that’s practically diagnostic, at this point. A serial killer’s signature.

 

 

 

 

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A Hell of a Hoax! Part 14: Two more Cold Cases

Well, now that Jane Doe #59 has finally been identified as the 19-year-old Canadian Reet Jurvetson, what about the other girl whose body was dumped at almost exactly the same spot some eleven months before Reet’s murder?

Her name was Marina Elizabeth Habe.

 

This is the section of Mulholland Drive where both bodies were dumped. Rugged country, and rattlesnake friendly, aside from the human reptiles involved in all this.

There has been some (possibly manufactured) confusion on this point, whether it was the same location. That’s because most descriptions of the scene that are linked to Reet Jurvetson’s death describe it in terms of the body’s distance from Mulholland Drive, while several pertaining to the Marina Habe case state that the spot in question was about 100 feet west of Bowmont Drive where it intersects Mulholland. But it turns out they are the same spot, which is in fact a bit west of Bowmont, and about twenty feet down the slope of a steep ravine alongside Mulholland.

According to Manson prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi, the two bodies were found within feet of each other in terms of space, although they were nearly a year apart in time. I see no reason to doubt him on this.  I do see reason to doubt other people who get fired up on conspiracy theories about these things, especially when they do so by getting numerous facts and details wrong that are matters of public record.

Okay, then. We’ve figured out the where.

What about the when?

There’s some confusion on this point, too, but from the official records, we know that Reet Jurvetson was found on that spot on November 16, 1969. Marina Habe was found there on New Year’s Day, 1969.

Okay, but who was Marina Habe?

 

She was a 17-year-old college freshman at the University of Hawaii. She was home for the Christmas break and staying at her mother’s house in West Hollywood when she disappeared.

Like Reet, she was pretty, intelligent, lively, and eager to explore the world.

Her father was a writer and journalist, Hans Habe, a man who had a rather colorful career in both Europe and the United States. Habe, however, was an assumed name. At birth, in Budapest, he was named Janos Bekessy and he was the son of a tabloid publisher there, one Imre Bekessy.

So why was he known as Hans Habe?

  A literary pose by a man who used a slew of noms de plume in addition to Hans Habe. At one time or another he was also known as Antonio Corte, Frank Richard, Frederick Gert, John Richler, Hans Wolfgang, and Alexander Holmes.

Well, the word is, Papa Bekessy made a habit of blackmailing people with the material his reporters dug up for his newspaper. He was very successful at both enterprises, publishing and blackmail, but in 1926, the extortion scandal was exposed to the light of day. So young Janos (he was 15 at the time) decided to take a different tack and a different monicker.

“Hans” may also have been trying to hide his ethnicity, as he was living in Vienna then and both of his parents were converted Hungarian Jews. At this point, anti-Semitism was rampant in Europe and right next door in Germany, the Nazi Party was already six years into a frightful political arc that ended in war and genocide.

Surprisingly, Hans Habe began his journalistic career as a Nazi sympathizer and for a while he edited some very conservative army newspapers. Was this more camouflage?

I don’t know, but if it was, it didn’t last. In the end, it was this same Hans Habe whose investigative reporting uncovered Adolf Hitler’s real family name: Schicklgruber!  And he uncovered the possibility that Hitler himself was one quarter Jewish.

Hitler as a soldier in World War I. His father, Alois, had changed the family name from Schicklgruber to Hitler in 1877, long before Adolf came along.

It was all a great embarrassment for the Nazis. It led to Habe’s novels being burned in public in Vienna in 1938, when the Nazis took over in Austria. It also put Habe’s name on Franklin Roosevelt’s list of anti-Nazi authors.

That came in handy the very next year, when Habe departed Austria and joined the French Foreign Legion in order to fight the Nazis. He was arrested by the Vichy government, however, when France knuckled under to Hitler, so Habe had to make his escape through Spain. On reaching the U.S. he  was given asylum and later citizenship, and wound up joining the US-army, where he was an anti-Nazi propaganda officer. After the war, at the Army’s behest, he went on to found and organize a vast array of democratic newspapers in West Germany, and for a time was at the helm of 18 newspapers at once.

Then, like many another writer, Habe migrated to Hollywood and tried his luck there.

What did this have to do with Marina’s murder?

Probably nothing.  On the other hand…

 Charlie famously “X”ed himself out of society during his trial. Then he converted that X into a swastika. Charlie is also known to hold a low opinion of black people. He was, at one time, allied with the Aryan Brotherhood, a notorious prison gang centered on white supremacist ideas. But he’s also a narcissist who thrives on stirring up outrage, but doesn’t like paying his dues. One thing he isn’t? A student of history. There’s no indication the man can actually read, let alone that he ever studied up on dear old Adolf Schicklgruber, or knew anything at all about Hans Habe and his rounds with the Nazis. Or that he would give a damn if he did know.

In any case, by the time Marina Habe was murdered, Hans was long gone. He’d divorced Marina’s mother, the American actress Eloise Hardt, and gone back to Europe. He was living in Switzerland with wife number six, the Hungarian actress Lici Balla.

Lici Balla’s best known movie (the title translates into English as: Csikszereda City Waterfront).

 

Photos of Eloise Hardt are scarce these days, but here she is with her ex-husband Hans Habe at Marina’s funeral.

And here’s a portfolio shot of her, date unknown.

Eloise Hardt had a fairly successful career in the 60’s and 70’s. She’s best known for her role as the publicity agent/girlfriend of the lead character on a TV series called The Dennis O’Keefe Show:

  The series was rather short-lived, lasting only two seasons ((1959-60). It focused on the romantic problems of a wiseacre named Hal Towne, a Los Angeles widower with a bright ten-year-old son to raise and a syndicated column to write called “All Around Towne.”

After that Eloise Hardt turned up in several movies, some of them fairly major.

She was in Incubus with a very young William Shatner, for example. This was a rather peculiar 1966 black-and-white horror flick filmed entirely in the constructed language Esperanto. It was directed by Leslie Stevens, creator of The Outer Limits (which might explain a lot) and came out shortly before Bill Shatner went to work on Star Trek. Eloise Hardt was also in a Jack Lemmon drama-rama called Save the Tiger, which wound up getting nominated for several Oscars and Golden Globes in 1973, and won the award for best original dramatic screenplay from the Writers Guild of America.

She even did a turn in a 1977 comedy whose name pretty much says it all:

If you’re curious about this one, here’s the trailer (and that’s Eloise in the kitchen!):

https://www.amazon.com/The-Kentucky-Fried-Movie-Trailer/dp/B00H3TQBEK

Eloise even had a role in Marilyn Monroe’s last (and unfinished) 1962 movie:

  This flick, alas, was done in by Monroe’s unexpected death, soon after she’d been fired, then rehired…

It was later overhauled and recast entirely, and then made the scene as a 1963 Doris Day vehicle (which gives all this another odd cross-link with Manson and the Sharon Tate murders, since the house on El Cielo Drive belonged to Doris Day’s son, Terry Melcher, at the time of those killings six years later):

  Move Over, Darling was a screwball comedy and a pretty big hit, although I have to wonder what Rock Hudson would have done with James Garner’s role as an accidental bigamist.  

Now 98 years old, Eloise Hardt is living in retirement and does not care to discuss her daughter’s death.

The last time she saw Marina (alive) was on the night of December 29-30, 1968. Her daughter had been out on a date and came home about 3 in the morning. But she didn’t come into the house. According to one version of the story, Ms. Hardt told police that she woke up because of the noise made by a racing engine. She looked out a window and saw a strange car, a black sedan, in her driveway, next to the one Marina Habe was using that night. She also saw a man she did not recognize and could not see very well, standing beside Marina.

What the coroner’s report says is that Ms. Hardt heard her daughter’s car pull in, and then the sound of another car, much louder. When that car left, Marina didn’t come in, so Ms. Hardt went outside and found her daughter’s keys in her car, but Marina herself was gone.

Here’s the first page of that report, giving a barebones account of the case and how it started:

 

So no one actually saw that black sedan or its driver. No one knows how many people were in it. All we really know is that, for whatever reason, Marina got into that other car… and vanished.

Eloise Hardt and the police called it kidnapping later, although I can find no stated reason why they thought so, other than those abandoned keys, and the fatal outcome. That was horrific enough, however, to cast a dark light on the whole encounter whether or not there was any coercion involved. Maybe there wasn’t, then or later. There were no ligature marks on Marina’s body, after all. There were no defensive wounds either. And according to the toxicology report, Marina had neither alcohol nor barbituates in her system. So she wasn’t drunk or drugged when she died.

I mention all this because a whole lot of hooha has been generated about the damage done to Marina, half of it being fictional.

For example, in his book The Family, Ed Sanders says that Marina Habe was found with contusions in her eyes, slashes to her throat and heart, burned, raped and nude except for a shoe.

  Sanders also says a former Manson Family associate told him that members of the Family knew Marina Habe.  But he doesn’t tell us who this associate was, and there is no other evidence of this supposed  acquaintance. 

And the autopsy says that Marina was fully clothed when found except for one shoe lying nearby. It says nothing about any burns to her body. It notes evidence of sex, yes, but not of rape. Which says the story floating around about how she was supposedly kidnapped and gang-banged by a bunch of outlaw bikers is bullshit.

Yes, there were a lot of stab wounds, all to her neck and chest, and Marina’s throat was cut. There were bruises, too, but there was no wound to the heart. One of the stab wounds did penetrate all the way through the breast bone, so there was a lot of force used, but that blade simply wasn’t long enough to reach the heart.

In fact, the coroner concluded that two different knives had been used, and likely by at least two assailants.

If you want to see the whole autopsy report, you can find it here:

https://www.scribd.com/document/36740070/Autopsy-Report-Marina-Habe

Having gotten so much of that wrong, I can’t help wondering whether Sanders got anything else right. He did, after all, get sued for defamation by The Process Church of the Final Judgement over a chapter in the book linking the church to Manson’s more unsavory pursuits (see Part 7 concerning what’s known about Charlie’s connections with them).

File:Process Church logo.jpg  This is the logo of the Process Church, which later parted ways with its co-founder, Robert de Grimston. aka “The Teacher,” and eventually morphed into an animal welfare group called the Best Friends Animal Society.

Sanders’s U.S. publisher settled out of court and removed the disputed chapter from later editions. But when The Process Church sued Sanders’s British publisher, they lost the suit, and they lost it badly. They wound up having to pay the defendant’s legal fees. So I’m not quite sure just how much of his stuff I’m prepared to believe. Your mileage may vary.

The important questions remain:

Did Marina know anyone in the Manson Family? And whether or not she knew them, did the Family do her in?

The use of knives and the overkill involved is certainly common to several other cases linked to the Manson Family.  So is the participation of more than one perp in the murder. The dump site being the same as the one used in the Reet Jurvetson case (aka Jane Doe #59) – well, there’s a rule of thumb I learned while working on crime scenes. It goes like this:

Once is an accident.

Twice could be just a coincidence.

But three times? Hey, that’s a pattern.

And as it turns out, there was a third body dumped out there, just off Mulholland Drive in the summer of 1969 – another teenager who was certainly acquainted with the Manson Family and was also subjected to overkill.

I’m talking about Mark Walts.

I’ve been unable to find any photos of him, either under the name of Mark Glen Walts or his birth name, Mark Glen April. What we do know is that he was only 16 years old on July 18, 1969, when his body was found in Topanga Canyon, near Mulholland Drive at something like 2 a.m.

The previous day, July 17th, he’d taken off to go fishing and reportedly hitchhiked to get himself to the Santa Monica Pier. That, at least, is where his fishing pole was later found, abandoned. That night, he turned up dead, his face a mess, and with tire treads showing on his shirt. He also had three small caliber bullet holes in his chest.

Which is not the frenzied stabbing seen with either Marina Habe or Reet Jurvetson. But it was also way more than enough to kill the kid.

So who was Mark? And why would anyone want to kill him?

He seems to have been a fairly average California boy living out in Chatsworth, on the outskirts of L.A. He was more into stripping stolen cars than surfing, however. According to his brother, Alan Walts, he and Alan did this many times in a spot called Devil’s Canyon that’s about two miles away from the Spahn Movie Ranch.

Here’s a YouTube interview Bill Nelson did with Alan Walts about it:

https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=alan+walts+youtube+mark+walts+murder&view=detail&mid=51DD50BCE16D91185C6F51DD50BCE16D91185C6F&FORM=VIRE

According to Alan Walts, there was a guy named “Bruce” involved in all this, but he doesn’t know if this was actually Bruce Davis or not.

Bruce Davis, then and now.

Alan says he did not have any direct dealings with either Manson himself or Tex Watson, but it seems pretty clear that he and his brother did fill “orders” for the Family concerning certain car parts they wanted for their VW/dune buggy business.

So Mark Walts may have known quite a few of the Family members, and he was in fact involved in supplying their chop shop. His death, however, took place almost a month before the Tate and LaBianca murders, let alone the raid on the ranch concerning all those stolen cars. So the probable motive for murdering either Zero (John Haught) or Shorty Shea doesn’t seem to apply here.

Was there something else going on?

There have been staunch denials on several sides, including at least one biker (Danny DeCarlo) who was mixed up in the whole thing and says he would have known if there was any such problem with Mark.

Here’s Danny DeCarlo being arrested along with Manson during that raid on the ranch.

But Alan Walts was so sure it was Manson and/or the Family that he called Charlie on the phone and ranted and raved at him. Then he took a gun out to the Spahn Ranch looking for Charlie, intending to blow him away. And the only thing that saved him is that Charlie wasn’t there that day.

In the interview, Alan Walts says he just had a “sixth sense” about who might have killed his kid brother, but that’s not a whole lot to go on. Not if you’re going to make serious threats like that and then go roaring off into the desert with an actual gun in your hand, intending to empty that gun into the guy you blame for your kid brother’s murder. I’d say there’s something else back of it he doesn’t want to discuss on the record. Something that triggered his rage.

If there’s one thing that’s clear in this interview, despite the lousy sound quality, it’s that Alan Walts cared about Mark. He cared a lot, and stood ready to avenge him.

Personally, I can’t help thinking what a waste it was that all three of these kids had their lives cut short in such an abrupt and brutal fashion. Who knows who they would have turned out to be, as time unwound? I can’t see them as throw-aways, although that’s how Manson himself has described his followers. He sees himself as the garbage man, the guy who gathered up all the lost children society dropped by the wayside.

I don’t think so. I keep remembering something Hans Habe said (and here I’m quoting the Mansonblog). When Habe was asked why anybody should bother to stand up, to speak out, when you’re only one in a million, he replied, “The world is one percent good, one percent bad, and 98 percent neutral, and this is why what individuals do is important.”

So what would these three teenagers have done, if they’d only had the chance?

 

 

 

 

 

A Hell of a Hoax! Part 13: Jane Doe 59

Jane Doe #59 has been identified!

She is Reet Jurvetson, 19 at the time of her death.

The identification was actually made in December of 2015, by L.A.P.D. detectives. A reader later let me know about it, but I haven’t had time to come back to her case until now.

I admit, I was also hoping some progress might be made in the meantime.  Forty-eight years is a long, long time to wait for justice, yes, yet stranger things have happened.

But first things first.  Who was this girl?

 Reet in her mid-teens – a snapshot belonging to her sister Anne.

Reet Jurvetson was a Canadian citizen, but ethnically Estonian. Her family fled Estonia, heading for Sweden in 1944, at the height of World War II, and the youngest child, Reet, was born there in 1950. The next year, the family emigrated to Canada and settled in Montreal. In Quebec, they could restart their lives after the loss of their home and a quarter of their homeland’s entire population during the war, a catastrophe that was only made worse by the forcible annexation of Estonia by Soviet Russia.

You may recall there was some doubt as to Jane Doe #59’s nationality (See Part 9), as well as whether or not she was ever part of the Manson Family.

There were two witnesses, however, who remembered Jane Doe #59 staying with the Manson Family out at the Spahn Ranch in 1969. One of them was Ruby Pearl, the girlfriend George Spahn acquired after his wife left him.  Pearl was, among other things, a onetime dog trainer and carnival habitue in and around L.A., and was never a Manson fan. Ruby thought Jane Doe’s name was Sherry “something,” possibly Sherry Cooper.

  Ruby Pearl in younger days.

 

Here’s a photo of “Sherry Cooper,” supposedly an American girl from Simi Valley. Compare that to Reet Jurvetson’s yearbook photo from high school, and see what you think. Is it the same girl? I think so… she has the same shape to the bridge of her nose where it joins her forehead, the same hairline, the same shapely Clara Bow lower lip. But she’s not nearly as carefree, is she? “Sherry” looks unhappy, underfed, and in serious need of a week at the beach, not to mention a long nap.

I’d say she had plenty to worry about.

Another witness, you see, described “Sherry something” as being able to do a decent British accent.  The story goes, she’d used it when she answered the phone at Zero’s (John Haught’s) house in Venice on the day he died.

John Haught died of a gunshot to the head on November 5, 1969 (see Part 6 for the details).

The cops called it suicide. The people present at the time (including Bruce Davis) claimed the dead man had been playing Russian roulette with the revolver found, holstered, beside his body. But the gun he used did not contain only one shell casing. It was fully loaded, and was wiped down afterward, perhaps to remove someone’s fingerprints. Whose? There’d be no point to removing Zero’s fingerprints, if it all happened the way Bruce Davis said it did. So was it a suicide?

Quite a few people had their doubts. For example, on November 26th, 1969 Sgt. Mike McGann was interviewing Leslie Van Houten at Sybil Brand (the women’s jail in Los Angeles).

Leslie Van Houten, at a parole hearing in December 2015, has never told us what she knows about Zero’s death either.

When McGann informed her of John Haught’s death, Van Houten got very upset. When the sergeant told her Haught (Zero) had been playing Russian roulette and that Bruce Davis was there at the time, Van Houten asked McGann:

“Was Bruce playing it too?”
Sgt. McGann said he wasn’t.
Leslie Van Houten: “Zero was playing Russian roulette all by himself?”
Mike McGann: “Kind of odd isn’t it?”
Leslie Van Houten: “Yeah, it’s odd.” 

So it was. And the upshot is, “Sherry something” was there, in Zero’s house, when Bruce Davis was, and she would have known what went down that day. She would have known whether Zero really committed suicide, or was murdered. By Davis, perhaps, or by one of the other women.

Why would any of them want to kill him?

Well, this took place right after Haught got out of jail following the mass arrest of most of the Manson Family on that stolen car beef out at the Barker Ranch.

The Barker Ranch in Death Valley, seen here, was a Manson Family hide-out before they all moved out to the Spahn Movie Ranch.

 The Inyo County Sheriff’s Department, the California Highway Patrol, and the National Park Service formed a joint task force and dropped on the Manson family in a pair of raids on October 10 and 12, 1969. The three agencies were, however, unaware of any connection between the Manson bunch and the Tate/LaBianca murders committed on August 8 and 9, 1969, in Los Angeles.

Word is, Charlie thought it was Zero who snitched, or maybe just talked too much, about the VW/dune buggy chop shop they were running at the Barker ranch. Either way, Charlie thought it was Haught who brought the sheriff’s office down on all their heads.

Seems a bit overblown, since the whole thing with the chop shop ended up getting dismissed on account of a misdated search warrant. BUT… this happened in October, only two months after the Tate and LaBianca murders went down in L.A.  And Charlie? He put a high price on the personal loyalty of his followers, although, as Anne Rule put it, he himself “had the loyalty of a snake.”

So Zero would have made a dandy example for the rest of them, wouldn’t he?

Not that it worked. It was, you may recall, Susan Atkins who had the next fit of Loose Lips and spilled her guts about the Sharon Tate killings to another inmate while she was in jail (that was Ronnie Howard – see Part 6). And then the jig was well and truly up.

Right. So Zero died on November 5th. And by November 15th, “Sherry” was dead too.

Stabbed in the neck at least 150 times and dumped off Mulholland Drive, where she was found the very next day by a 15-year-old birdwatcher hiking through the brush.

Pretty rugged country along Mulholland Drive. Coincidentally, Jane Doe #59’s body was dumped in almost exactly the same spot as another girl’s, eleven months earlier – another teenager named Marina Habe, who was also stabbed in the back and chest, over and over again. Another cold case. But we’ll talk about her death later.

In case you’re wondering where that is, in relation to everything else, here you go.

So – it seems most likely that if Jane Doe #59 was killed by a member of the Manson Family, it was because she knew too much about Zero’s death and she had to be silenced.  To me, it also seems most likely to have been Bruce Davis who did it. The overkill is Davis’s style, after all. Just look at what he helped happen to Shorty Shea (see Part 5).

Poor Reet.

It took 46 years just to figure out what her name was. At the time of her death, no one could even say whether she was really American, Canadian, or British. No one had a clue to her being Estonian, ethnically speaking.

How did they figure it out?

Through NamUs. The NAtional Missing and Unidentified persons System run by the U.S. government’s Department of Justice, which you can access here:

https://www.namus.gov/

The forensic drawings shown below were entered into their database

Likewise some cleaned up autopsy photos (deemed too disturbing to be released to the newspapers at the time of the crime – how things have changed in that department, eh?)

This autopsy photo has been doctored to hide all the damage done by whoever killed her. That characteristic nose/forehead junction, however, and the full lower lip are apparent.

There were also a pair of rings found on the body, which can be seen in this police bulletin:

 

None of these items was even entered into the database until December of 2003 (to be fair, there was no such computerized system or database back in the day, which was nearly 50 years ago! If you’ve seen the movie Hidden Figures, you know what computers weren’t ready for then – much of anything other than fast calcuations of orbital mechanics, and even that had some serious limits).

The photos and some biological data were, however, finally submitted. And even then, they sat there for another twelve long years. Until a friend of Reet’s, Gloria Lalonde, told her own brother about her long-missing BFF, and he went nosing around on the internet. He found Jane Doe #59 in the photo files and showed it to her. Gloria showed it to another friend of Reet’s, Ilmi Siimann, and then they showed them to Reet’s sister, Anne.

Anne also made a tentative ID of the rings and the photo. Then Siimann contacted Detective Luis Rivera of the L.A.P.D., a member of the Cold Case Homicide Unit (CCHU) in charge of Jane Doe #59’s case (# NR16140rh)DNA testing followed, comparing Anne’s with the victim’s, and the mystery, or part of it, was finally solved. The family, at long last, found out what became of their prodigal child.

Some observers see a resemblance between the young blonde Reet and Sharon Tate, but I would say that’s wishful thinking based more on hair color than anything else., especially since Reet’s hair had darkened considerably by the time she left home. This poor girl died for the most practical of reasons, the urgent needs of both Bruce Davis and Charlie Manson to cover their bloody tracks, while Sharon Tate was simply the woman who was living in Terry Melcher’s house when the Manson Family got there.

One of the reasons it took so long to identify Jane Doe #59 was that no missing persons report was ever filed by her family. Her parents, it seems, did not understand how to go about it or even that they should do so. To immigrants who’d experienced the massive losses and dislocations that turned so many Europeans into “displaced persons” it may have seemed an impossible task to even try to find her. Or it may have been a form of denial based on their need to believe she was merely “out of touch” with the family because she was so busy building a new life somewhere else.

 Reet and Anne Jurvetson, and their parents, in happier times. Reet’s brother (who passed away the year before her remains were identified) is not shown. He might well have taken this photo. 

According to the memorial website erected by Reet’s friends and surviving family, which you can find here:

http://reetjurvetson.com/

“…we did not know how to find someone on the other side of the continent, in another country, if that was even where [she] still was. North America is a big place!”

Compared to Estonia, or even Sweden, it certainly is.

So how did Reet wind up in L.A.?

It may have had something to do with a boyfriend.

Reet’s sister says that after she completed high school, Reet moved to Toronto, where she lived with her grandmother, and took a job with the Canadian post office. She saved up her money. Then in the fall of 1969, she boarded a plane and went to visit California, as she had longed dreamed of doing.

This may not have been a solo journey. She may have been traveling with a young man called John or Jean, and perhaps a friend of his as well.

The LAPD’s press release on the case, available here:

http://www.lapdonline.org/home/news_view/60578

says that: “Detectives have obtained further leads in the case and are seeking the public’s assistance in identifying two persons of interest.

“On July 7, 2016, detectives interviewed a witness in Montreal, Canada regarding the person of interest named “John” or “Jean (possibly French Canadian).” The witness remembers meeting Reet Jurvetson and “John/ Jean” at Café Image in Montreal, Canada, and provided a sketch of “John/Jean” as he appeared in 1969. An additional sketch of an associate was provided, which may help any potential witnesses recall seeing them together. The second male, who was shorter in stature and sported a short “Beatles” type hairstyle. The associate has not been positively identified, but could be named “Jean” as well.

Here are the sketches of these two men of mystery:

Nearly 50 years down the road, it seems unlikely that either of them will turn up, but you never know. Somebody did spot Reet, after all.

Something else turned up too – a postcard from Reet Jurvetson.  Her sister found it among her parents’ things in August of 2016. The postcard dates from Halloween, 1969, only 16 days before her body was found off Mulholland Drive. So her sojourn in California was tragically short – a matter of weeks.

The postcard gave Reet’s return address:  5311 Melrose Ave., Apt. 306, Hollywood, CA 90038. The building, once known as the Paramount Hotel, had evidently been converted into apartments and Reet was living in one of them, perhaps with John/Jean and/or his Beatle-fan of a friend. The building itself was torn down in 1989,however, and replaced with a newer structure, so that particular lead is going nowhere.

The postcard features a view of the beach in sunny Southern California. Its message is poignant, in hindsight.

The family has translated that message, handwritten in the Estonian language, as follows:

Dear Mother and Father,

The weather is nice and the people are kind.

I have a nice little apartment.

I go frequently to the beach.

Please write to me.

Hugs,

Reet

Her family waited in vain for any further contact, any information at all about her, but none ever came.  How could it? By the time that missive even arrived in Quebec, Reet Jurvetson had less than two weeks left to live.

How she hooked up with the Manson Family, we may never know. They’re not talking, and the only surviving member of her immediate biological family, Anne Jurvetson, is now 75 years old. She wants her privacy respected, and she asks that we remember Reet for who she was before she met Manson, him or his murderous crew.

“Reet was a lovely, free-spirited and happy girl,” Anne Jurvetson says. “She was very artistic, drew well, and liked to sew her own clothes. She was involved in Girl Guides and sang in a youth choir. She was deeply loved by both family and friends.”

To which I can only add: Requiescat in pace. Rest in peace.

 

 

 

By the way, if you’re interested in Manson’s early life and how he became what he is, you might want to check out a book that came out four years ago:

MANSON:  The Life and Times of Charles Manson

By Jeff Guinn,  Illustrated. 495 pp. Simon & Schuster. $27.50.

You can find a pretty positive 2013 review of the book by celebrated true crime writer Anne Rule here:

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/08/18/books/review/manson-a-biography-by-jeff-guinn.html

It explains a lot about how a cute kid like this one:

 

Manson at 5, with his cousin and his grandmother.

…wound up scattering bodies all over the West Coast.

A Hell of a Hoax!  Part 11: Collateral Damage

A Hell of a Hoax! Part 11: Collateral Damage

So the latest news on Charlie Manson is that he’s getting married again.  To a 25-year-old woman he calls “Star.”

charlie and star  Star and Charlie.

Star’s real name is Afton Burton, and she hails from small-town Illinois.  You have to wonder if she has the least idea what she’s getting into with him.  Then again, maybe she does know.  She claims he’s innocent, of course, and argues that he’s a political prisoner.  She also says that she has to marry him so that she can claim his body, if and when…

What the hell she plans to do with it, I can’t imagine, but some kind of shrine is a possibility.

Or the Lenin treatment.

lenin  Vladimir’s body is reportedly embalmed to the point of turning to concrete.  Or maybe that is concrete, painted to look like him.

What kind of offerings people might bring to a shrine like that is another question.

There have been many who were willing to sacrifice all for the man.  And there are still some who think he is innocent.  Others don’t care whether Charlie is wrongly convicted or not.  They just want him out of jail.  Others want him out of this life altogether.  Roman Polanski, for one (although he is no saint, himself).

220px-Roman_Polanski_Cannes_2013  Polanski at the Cannes Film Festival in 2013 – he’s still ducking charges re sex with an underage girl on the casting couch.

Among those who’ve tried and failed to rescue Manson or his message, perhaps the best known is Lynette ‘Squeaky’ Fromme.

lynette 2  Fromme has always been a true believer where Charlie’s concerned, even though she was not directly involved in the Tate-LaBianca murders.

She did, however, try keep some of Manson’s other followers from testifying.  She was convicted of obstruction of justice for that.  She was also found in contempt of court when she herself refused to testify.  She didn’t get much time for it, in either case, but made up for that later on.

Fromme had another near-miss when she was picked up by Stockton police in 1972, in connection with the discovery of Lauren Willett’s body in a shallow grave under a house on Flora Street (See Part 1 for the details on that caper, and on the earlier murder of Lauren’s husband, James).

lauren and heidi willett and Brenda  Lauren Willett and her daughter Heidi, together with ‘Brenda’ (Nancy Pitman).

Squeaky was not in the house when the body was discovered, but was instead picked up when she called the house, asking for someone to come and give her a ride.  Which detectives were happy to do.  As a result of that encounter, Fromme wound up in custody for the next two and a half months.  Still, for lack of evidence, she was never even charged in either of the Willett murders, although the other four people involved were convicted.

After leaving Stockton, Fromme headed for Sacramento.  There, she shared an apartment on P Street with another Manson family member, Sandra Good.

sandra good during trial  Sandra Good, awaiting trial on other charges, looks rather pensive here.

The two of them took to wearing quasi-religious robes and changed their names to symbolize their devotion to Manson’s new environmentalist creed.  Squeaky, who got her original nickname from George Spahn, now became ‘Red’ in honor of her red hair and the redwoods.  Meanwhile, Good renamed herself ‘Blue’ in reference to her blue eyes and the ocean.  Both names were reportedly chosen by Manson, who was beginning to promote his ATWA notions about environmentalism from his prison cell.

atwa panda logo  The header for Manson’s web page, where he shows great concern for all living things, except people.

The problem that caught Manson’s interest?  A report by the Environmental Protection Agency, released in August of 1975.  It was titled “A Spectroscopic Study of California Smog” and it showed that smog was affecting a lot of rural areas, including California’s famous redwood forests.

You can get it here, if you’re interested:  http://nepis.epa.gov/Adobe/PDF/20015UR5.PDF

An article in the  New York Times about it also mentioned the fact that in spite of the study’s findings, President Gerald Ford had just asked Congress to relax even further some provisions of the 1963 Clean Air Act, items that had already been watered down once in the 1970 Clean Air Act.  Along the way, the article described a trip to California the president was planning to make in September.

Gerald Ford and hat  Gerald Ford, the man who pardoned Nixon after taking over his job, looks rather dashing here in a Russian ushanka.

The trip had nothing to do with smog or the EPA, though.  It was a purely political move.  See, back in July of 1975, the organizers of the 49th annual Sacramento “Host Breakfast” asked the newish governor of California (Jerry Brown, in his first go-round with the job) to be their keynote speaker.

JerryBrownInauguration1975  Jerry Brown at his initial inauguration, in January 1975 (back when he still had hair and was dating rock ‘n roll queen Linda Ronstadt).

Brown wouldn’t give them a definite answer, and the group got miffed about it.  Since they’re made up of California’s wealthy business leaders, they had (and have) a pretty high opinion of their own importance.  They decided to teach the brash young governor a lesson, and they did it by inviting Gerald Ford, a Republican, to take the Democrat’s place.  Ford saw the chance to make some political hay in a key state while he was trying to get himself elected to the position he only held because Nixon had resigned in disgrace.

So, come September, Ford arrived and spent the night at the Hotel Senator.

Hotel_Senator,_1121_L_Street,_Scramento,_Clifornia  A swanky place, back then, the Hotel Senator is  where my father used to work (yet another odd crosslink between my life and Manson’s).  It’s located across the street from the California State Capitol building and was only a half-mile away from Squeaky Fromme’s apartment.

On the morning of September 5, 1975, Squeaky headed for the Hotel Senator.  She said later that she wanted to make an appeal to President Ford on behalf of the redwoods and dressed in earthy hues and a red robe in order to catch his eye.  The ploy worked.  Ford later said he’d spotted her and thought she was pretty colorful, but he assumed she was just there for some glad-handing.  She didn’t actually say anything to the man, however.  She got herself almost within arm’s length of Ford, and then pulled out a gun.

Pistol_used_by__Squeaky__Fromme  This gun – a Colt M1911  .45-caliber pistol, currently on display at the Ford Presidential Museum in Grand Rapids, Michigan.  It was, at one point, sold as government surplus.

Whatever she meant to say with the Colt, it did not get across.  It turned out she’d only loaded 4 bullets into the magazine and then failed to jack a round into the chamber.  So when she walked up to Gerald Ford and pulled the trigger, nothing happened.

Her gun failed to fire and she was arrested on the spot by Secret Service Agent, Larry Buendorf.

Ford_at_McClellan_5_Sept_1975_A6311-09  That’s Larry, in the foreground, during Ford’s earlier visit to McClellan Air Force Base, located just outside Sacramento.

lynette in robe  The red robe Squeaky wore may have been ‘religious’ in nature, but it also surely helped to conceal the big Colt .45 in a holster strapped to her left leg.

Fromme later claimed that she’d ejected the chamber round in her apartment because she didn’t actually want to kill Ford.  If that’s so, then why did she load the gun at all?  And why did Fromme, knocked to the ground by Buendorf, then say, “It didn’t go off. Can you believe it? It didn’t go off.”

There was quite the commotion, in any case.

Ford_rushed_from_Sacramento_assassination_attempt_image_A6320-23A

The Secret Service wasted no time in moving their man out of harm’s way.

The assassination attempt did not, however, keep Ford from going on to the California state house, where he met privately with Jerry Brown.

Ford said he wasn’t scared by the incident, and I believe it.  When his bodyguards picked him up bodily, Ford insisted they put him back down again so he could walk on his own two feet.  Apparently, he didn’t bother to even mention the assassination attempt to Brown until the end of their half-hour-long discussion.

Still, if he’d known there would be a second attempt on his life only 17 days after Squeaky’s, he might not have been quite so sanguine about it.

The second try came from a completely different angle, too, involving a whole new crew of crazies called the Symbionese Liberation Army.  This is the left-wing guerilla group that kidnapped newspaper heiress Patty Hearst and turned her into window dressing for propaganda photos like this one, and even had her take part in bank robberies.

Patty_Hearst  The Seven-Headed Cobra symbol used by the SLA was supposedly based on the Seven Principles of Kwanzaa, none of which say anything about kidnapping college kids.

After Patty Hearst was kidnapped by the SLA, a ransom demand charged her father, Randolph Hearst, with “committing crimes against the people.”  They demanded his help in freeing two SLA members jailed on murder charges, but when that proved impossible, they insisted that a food distribution system be set up.  At first, the value of the food to be given away to the poor was set at $4 million.  Later, it rose as high as $400 million (allotting $70 to every needy Californian).

Hearst responded by creating an organization called People In Need (PIN).  Some free food was distributed, but violence soon broke out at one of the first four distribution points when crowds overwhelmed the site.  Workers panicked,  throwing boxes of food off moving trucks into the crowd.  After that, the SLA demanded that a community coalition called the Western Addition Project Area Committee be put in charge of the food distribution.  Thereafter, a hundred thousand bags of groceries were handed out at 16 locations across four counties between February 26 and the end of March, 1974.

del monte building  The long whitish building along Mission Creek (lower center in this aerial photo from the 1970s) is the Del Monte building Hearst used to organize PIN and the food distribution demanded as ransom.

The shooter in the second attempt on President Ford was also a woman, one Sarah Jane Moore, and she was at the time a bookkeeper for PIN.

sarah jane moore  Sarah Jane was born in Charleston, West Virginia but migrated west.  Her checkered career included nursing school, the Women’s Army Corps, and accountant jobs, as well as four kids and five divorces.  Once she got involved with revolutionary politics, she also became an FBI informant!

Not exactly a stable lifestyle.

Moore was never a member of the SLA, either, though she was apparently obsessed with the whole Patty Hearst thing.  She was angry, too, and for some reason decided to take it out on Ford.

Why she ever got the chance, I do not understand.  We know that Moore was evaluated by the Secret Service at some point earlier in 1975.  The agents involved in that decided she was not a danger to the President.  But then she wound up detained by police on September 21st, 1975, on an illegal handgun charge.  The cops confiscated her .44 caliber revolver and 113 rounds of ammunition (which sounds like lethal intent to me because who the hell carries over a hundred rounds without it?).   But then they let her go too.

Why?  I don’t know.  In light of Squeaky’s so-recent attempt, you’d think they would have taken a woman more seriously than that, but hey, this was the 70s!

Ford-attacked

The very next day, September 22, 1975, Sarah Jane showed up outside the St. Francis Hotel in San Francisco, where Ford was staying on that occasion.

Moore came a whole lot closer to succeeding than Fromme did.

She’d bought herself a .38 caliber revolver that very morning to replace the pistol she’d lost to the cops.  She got no chance to try it out first.  She didn’t know the gun’s sights were off by a full six inches from a distance of 40 feet, which is how far away she was when she made her attempt.  Thus, when she fired at President Ford, she missed.

The failure was also the result of her arm being knocked aside by an ex-Marine in the crowd named Oliver Sipple, who spotted her pulling the gun out of her blue raincoat and acted on instinct.  Her first bullet ricocheted off the hotel’s entrance and grazed a bystander (taxi driver John Ludwig) instead.

ford in Frisco 2  Ford again gets rushed from the scene by his Secret Service detail.

Seeing she’d missed, Moore promptly made a second attempt, but Sipple shoved his hand into the gun’s firing mechanism.  He wrestled her down to the ground, and that was essentially that.

oliver sipple  Sipple, a decorated Viet Nam vet, wound up being outed as a gay man by all the publicity, with the result that in spite of his heroic behavior, his own father never spoke to him again.

The two assassination attempts had much so in common, it’s kind of weird.  I don’t just mean the gender of the shooters, their general lack of firearms expertise, and the crazy-ass politics in the background.  It’s everything else, too.

Afterward, for example, both women were sentenced to life in prison.  And both of them escaped from jail.

Squeaky was imprisoned at first in the Federal Correctional Institution in Dublin, CA, which is only an hour away from here.  But in 1979, she attacked another inmate with the claw end of a hammer, and was soon transferred back east.  Then, in 1987, having heard a rumor that Charlie Manson had testicular cancer, she decided she had to see him and escaped from the Federal Prison Camp in Alderson, West Virginia.

Her prison break didn’t last long.  Two days.  Then, boom, she landed at the Federal Medical Center, Carswell, in Fort Worth, Texas.  And there she stayed until August 14, 2009, when she was paroled after 34 years in the clink.

lynnrecent_jpg2  Looks like Squeaky is now in Marlene Dietrich mode – “I vant to be…alone!”

Squeaky was actually locked up longer than Sarah Jane, who was arguably the more competent assassin.  Moore, at least, knew how to load her lame-ass gun!

Moore did her time in some of the very same prisons as Fromme, and even escaped from the same one as Squeaky.  She broke out of the Alderson Federal Prison Camp in West Virginia in 1979.  Sarah Jane didn’t get very far, though.  She was caught in a matter of hours, and sent to the Dublin facility where Squeaky got freaky with the claw hammer.

Moore spent the rest of her sentence working in the Unicor Prison Industry for $1.25 per hour as the Lead Inmate Operating Accountant.

I guess you never know when those accounting skills are going to come in handy.

sarah jane on parole  On December 31, 2007, at age 77, Moore was released on parole after serving 32 years of her life sentence. Gerald Ford died one year and five days before her release, and 2 years and 8 months before Squeaky Fromme’s. 

I still don’t understand why either one of these women was ever paroled.  I’m told Federal law allows parole after you’ve served 30 years of a life sentence, if you’ve behaved yourself in the can.

Thing is, neither one of them did.  They both escaped.  Admittedly, they weren’t any better at staging jail breaks than they were at assassination, but I don’t see why they should get ‘extra credit’ for being incompetent outlaws.  And Sarah Jane may now be saying that she was wrong to try and kill Ford, but Squeaky has never said sorry.

Strange times, those were.  It’s startling just to remember how many groups were running around then, pulling of armored car jobs and bank heists, and setting off bombs, and how many people wound up dead because of it.

I’m really hoping this new TV series Aquarius will do a decent job of portraying the times and the Manson clan, and Manson himself.

aquarius  So far, so good.

Next time, we’ll look at another attempt to rescue Manson, causing further Collateral Damage!