Search posterous

Search all posts and users. Type a name, type a favorite song title, whatever! See what comes up.
  

More posterous blogs











More recommended blogs »

Here are posterous posts filed under murder...

Lucy says...

The stereotypical image of the Georgian law courts is that of a fat judge donning the black silk to pass the death sentence on some poor soul whose desperation for a crust of bread led them to steal a lace handkerchief.  The records of the Central Criminal Court show a rather more complex set of values.  

It was difficult to be a child witness: you had to testify in court, but your testimony was not necessarily taken into account.  If your testimony was deemed 'notable', it would no doubt influence the jurors, but it would not secure a conviction if there was not substantial evidence to back it up.  The main crimes committed against children are murder and manslaughter (no testimony from the child) and rape.  The first two are pretty clear cut, with only niceties dividing them in some cases, but the latter is a quagmire, and one that will require a strong stomach to investigate, or read, further.  I judge you forewarned.

 

Infanticide has long been deemed one of the foulest crimes.  Mothers who kill their children are deemed 'unnatural' and the usual punishment was death.  A typical scenario, of which I have found more than twenty between 1674 and 1700 was of a serving girl, who finds herself pregnant, delivers the baby in secret and whether it is alive or dead, disposes of it in the 'House of Office'.  How many babies perished in cess-pits is hard to say, but the routine nature of the court reports mean it was no uncommon occurrence.  Little accommodation was made for the mother: failing to make another aware of your labour and delivering in secret was illegal (presumable to avoid baby-swapping/smothering).  A case of 1674, in which the Ordinary, or court reporter recorded the reactions of those present, and the complexities of the law which led to a guilty verdict:

 

The next seemed to be an object of Compassion to most people present, a poor young Wench lodging about Thames street, betrayed (apparently the father of her child had promised to marry her) and getting her with Child, which being perceived by the Woman that she lodged with...this etous woman...cruelly turned her out of doors, and set her in another Parish, and there left her in pains, telling her than now the said Parish were bound to provide for her.  In this sad condition in the street, and without any help was this poor Creature delivered, and being found lying as one half dead by the watch, and her condition perceived; a midwife was called, who found the Child dead, but not separated from her Body, when she came to her; who asking her if it were still-born, the Prisoner both then and now said, it was not, for she heard it, cry, but denied that she intended or used any wilful means to make away the Life of it nor did there any signs of Violence appear save only some little spots or marks of a Bruse or Pinch on the Throat, which some conceive might be occasion'd Involuntarily in struggling to Promote its Birth; by an ignorant Woman in her circumstances: however being a Bastard Child, and the law makeing it death in that case for any woman to be delivered alone without calling help, she was thereupon found Guilty (and sentenced to death).

 

A fairly grim example of 17thC justice, although report makes it clear that neither the observers or the recorder were happy about it.  Not every court was so unsympathetic, and more than one case brings to light the recognition of post natal depression.

 

The fact upon the Evidence given into the Court appeared to be thus; this woman had (not long before the fact) been delivered of the Child...she was observed for some time before to be some what discomposed and distempered in her mind;...The day whereon this tragedy was acted, this unnatural Mother Orders her Nurse to make her a Sea-Coal fire in her Chamber, and to blow it up well pretending she was cold; this being done, she sends the aforesaid Nurse upon some arrand out of doores; and then takes her little Infant in her hands...she cruelly thrust the poor Innocent into it, and then threw the Coals upon it, where it was burned to Death; A little while after the Nurse returning and perceiving some of the Child cloths upon the fire, snatching to take them off, caught hold of some part of the Child that was not then consumed, whereupon Surprized with the horror of the sight, she shreikt out and askt who had done it, which the Cruel Mother presently confessed to be her self, and was thereupon taken into the hands of Justice, and at this Sessions tryed for her Life, as I have before told you, she was at last Cleared by the Jury who judged her not to be of sound mind before, and at the time of doing the fact, and therefore brought her in not Guilty (with a verdict of non compos mentis).

 

The potentially dangerous nature of life on the unregulated London thoroughfare is attested to by the many children killed by carriages and stagecoaches.  One particularly horrific incident involves a little girl's face 'being ground against a post' until dreadful things happened, but what follows is an account of a typical accident in 1732, and a typical punishment: branding.

 

Joshua Floyd was indicted on the Coroner's Inquisition, for feloniously in the parish of St Paul's of Covent-garden John Urly, aged 9 Years, by driving 2 Horses, Harness'd to a loaded Dray, whereby the said John receiv'd one mortal Bruise in the Head, of which he instantly dy'd, the 28th of April last.  The Child was sitting at a Bench, when the Prisoner came along with a Dray, which he drove close to the Houses, that the Off-wheel broke down the Bench, and wedged the Child's Head up against an Iron-Grate; the Blood gush'd from his Neck, his Nose, and Eyes, and he dy'd on the Spot.  Guilty.

 

Of course, accidents and murder weren't the only thing that happened to children: almost all the cases of rape that appear at the Old Bailey at the turn of the 17thC concern the rape of children.  It was illegal to have sex with a child under ten years old, no argument.  If it could be proven that a child had been penetrated by an adult male, then he would be hanged, no excuses.  To establish said penetration, the girl would have to be examined by a midwife, or often two, and a surgeon.  Modesty played no part in the court proceedings, and the state of the victims injuries were put before the jury in graphic terms.  Indeed, one Philip Roberts was judged innocent of 'ravishing' Jane Harris in 1683, because of mother and daughter's 'over-much modesty'.  It was very common for proof of rape to include the testimony that the child had contracted venereal disease as a result of the rape.  This is more likely to have been a physical result of the damage done by abuse, rather than disease, but that cannot now be verified.  In one extraordinary case of 1678, various witnesses attested to the fact that 8 year old Elizabeth Hopkins 'took pleasure in' being raped by Stephen Arrowsmith (it appears from their testimonies that they had been bribed), but the jury had none of it, and he hanged.

 

One final case sad account of a child in court is the case in 1678 of two young Westminster boys:

Another unhappy Murther haypened at Westminster by the discord of two young Lads, who quarrel'd about cutting their Apron-strings, being Shoomakers, the younger not knowing how to revenge himself, took a three peny Knife and stabb'd the other, who run out of the Shop with his Bowels in his hands, cri'd, Lord have mercie upon my Soul, Daniel has kill'd me. The Lord Chief Baron after he had heard the Evidence, wish'd the Jury to consider whether the boy understood what he had done or not, he being but thirteen years and a month old, the Jury afterwards brought him in guilty of Man's Slaughter.

 

There is no record of any punishment for the boy, but I suspect what he had done marked him as clearly any brand.

 

   
Click here to download:
Children_in_the_Old_Bailey.zip (230 KB)

Filed under: murder

23narchy says...

LIKE many adopted children, Matthew Roberts set about finding his biological parents with a mix of nerves and excitement.

In particular, he hoped that discovering his father's identity would help him to work out what made him the man he had become.

But nothing could have prepared him for being told his dad was... serial killer CHARLES MANSON.

 

Warped ... Charles Manson now
Warped ... Charles Manson now

 

Over a five-week period in the summer of 1969, Manson and his Family of commune followers committed a series of nine gruesome murders. Victims included pregnant actress Sharon Tate, wife of film director Roman Polanski.

Matthew, 41 - who bears a haunting resemblance to his father - sank into depression after discovering his identity.

He has since been in contact with his dad in a series of letters to his California prison and Manson has replied - each time chillingly signing off with a swastika.

Now Matthew, who was given up for adoption as a baby, has told of his horror at finding out he was the son of a monster.

 

Poison pen ... letter from Manson to Matthew
Poison pen ... letter from Manson to Matthew

 

He says: "I didn't want to believe it. I was frightened and angry. It's like finding out that Adolf Hitler is your father.

"I'm a peaceful person - trapped in the face of a monster."

Matthew grew up in Rockford, Illinois, and didn't know he was adopted until his sister told him when he was ten.

He loved his adoptive parents but always knew he was different. He says: "My parents were great people, but very conservative.

"They were products of the Fifties and I didn't relate to them. My biological parents were products of the Sixties and I take on a lot more of those characteristics."

He also reveals his adoptive father tried to discourage him from getting in contact with Manson, telling him: "Nothing good will come from this."

Letters

Matthew, who now lives in Los Angeles, began investigating his family history 12 years ago when he contacted a social services agency who located his mother, Terry, in Wisconsin.

He wrote to her straight away and their early exchanges will be familiar to adopted children everywhere.

 

Map ... Los Angeles
Map ... Los Angeles

 

She confirmed she was his mum and told him she had named him Lawrence Alexander - and that she would tell him his last name in time.

The jigsaw of his life was beginning to take shape but it was still missing a crucial piece - his father.

Terry remained tight-lipped about his identity but after Matthew pressed her for details in a string of letters, she eventually revealed the awful truth.

She said she met commune leader Manson in 1967 - two years before the infamous "Manson Family" murders in Los Angeles for which he is still in jail at the age of 75.

But back in 1967, Terry had been one of many who were transfixed by Manson's charms.

Her father had tried to chase him away when he met Terry, calling him a "white-trash biker bandit" but she found him charismatic and hypnotizing.

 

So she hopped on a bus with his Family and ended up in San Francisco. There she claims she was raped by Manson in a drug-fuelled orgy, after which she returned home and Matthew was born on March 22, 1968.

 

Cult HQ ... ranch near Death Valley where Manson Family gathered
Cult HQ ... ranch near Death Valley where Manson Family gathered

 

Terry always believed Manson was the father of the baby she gave up for adoption. And after seeing a picture of Matthew, her worst nightmare was confirmed.

For he is the spitting image of Manson, with the same nose, mouth, eyes and large forehead. They even have the same thick, arched eyebrows and long, thick, dark hair.

Like his father, Matthew is a songwriter and poet. He is even worried that he may have inherited his father's schizophrenia.

Matthew, now working as a DJ, recalls hearing mum Terry's bombshell: "She even said, 'You look just like him'.

"I'm not nuts but I've got a little bit of it. It's scary and upsetting. If I get worked up, my eyes get really big and that's really freaked some people out before.

 

Bad sign ... another note from the killer
Bad sign ... another note from the killer
Splash News

 

"I've tried to tone that down quite a bit. I don't like having that effect on people.

"I don't even like the fact that I'm big. It makes me even scarier. My hero is Gandhi. I'm an extremely non-violent, peaceful person and a vegetarian.

"I don't even kill bugs. I've had long hair all my life. I could make it go away, but I can't let the world and their fears change me." After discovering the truth, it took Matthew five years to pluck up the courage to write to his father at Corcoran State Prison in California.

Manson replied to Matthew's letter straight away and has since sent him a string of ten handwritten notes and postcards signed with the wartime Nazi symbol.

Hobo

Matthew says: "He sends me weird stuff and always signs it with his swastika. At first I was stunned and depressed. I wasn't able to speak for a day. I remember not being able to eat."

 

According to Matthew, the letters mainly rambled and said "crazy things" but Manson did confirm he could be his father.

In one twisted letter he wrote: "The truth is the truth. The truth hurts."

In another note Manson talked about meeting Matthew's mother. He wrote: "I remember her. We came back to LA on the super-cheap train."

And Manson - who grew up without a father figure - even compared his childhood to Matthew's.

He said: "You got the same father I got. A hobo just left on the midnight train and died, lost at sea." Then in a postcard two years ago, addressed to Matthew's birth name Lawrence Alexander, Manson sent his son his prison phone number.

But Matthew has never made the call to his dad.

He says: "There's always a subconscious block.

"What I'm worried about is that you think you're going to meet your birth mother or father and they're going to love you and welcome you with open arms. But he's not that kind of person."

Despite Manson's evil actions, Matthew confesses he now battles confused emotions towards his biological father.

He says: "If I did talk to Charlie on the phone, I would say, 'I truly understand what it's like to be you, more than anyone could ever imagine on so many levels'.

"He's my biological father - I can't help but have some kind of emotional connection. That's the hardest thing of all - feeling love for a monster who raped my mother.

"I don't want to love him, but I don't want to hate him either."

 

Filed under: murder

23narchy says...

Peruvian police arrest suspects who allegedly drained their victims and sold liquid as an anti-wrinkle treatment

criminal gang in peru kill for human fat trafficking

The remains of victims that were allegedly kidnapped and killed by a criminal gang in the jungle of Peru for human fat trafficking. Photograph: National Police Of Peru/EPA

A Peruvian gang that allegedly killed people and drained fat from their corpses for use in cosmetics may have been inspired by a grisly Andean legend.

Hilarió Cudeña Simon, the alleged ringleader, linked the crimes to tales of demonic assassins, known as Pishtacos, who purportedly waylaid victims in pre-Columbian times, police said.

Peru reacted with revulsion and horror to reports that scores of peasants may have been butchered by the gang, which was said to have operated in Huánuco, a rural province dotted with Inca temples between the jungle and Andean peaks.

Colonel Jorge Mejia, chief of Peru's anti-kidnapping police, said Cudeña and three other suspects were in custody and that another seven gang members were being hunted.

The jailed men have confessed to killing five people, but police suspect the number of victims is far higher, with 60 people reported missing in Huánuco this year alone. Two of the suspects were arrested at a bus station in the capital, Lima, carrying bottles of liquid fat which they claimed were worth up to £36,000 a gallon.

At a news conference police displayed two bottles of fat, which laboratory tests confirmed were human. "The fat was extracted from the thorax and thighs," said Eusebio Felix Murga, chief of police of Dirincri district. Police also showed a photo of the rotting head of a 27-year-old male victim discovered last month in a coca-growing valley.

Police said they received a tip four months ago about a trade in human fat, which exported the amber liquid to Europe as anti-wrinkle cream. In addition to the alleged ringleader the suspects were named as Segundo Castillejos Agüero, Marcos Veramendi Princípe and Enadina Estela Claudio. They have been charged with homicide, criminal conspiracy, illegal firearms possession and drug trafficking.

The alleged plot has evoked comparisons to Patrick Süskind's novel Perfume in which a killer distills the essence of his victims into a jar. Others compare it to the film Fight Club in which a character played by Brad Pitt steals bags of human fat from a liposuction clinic to make soap.

The gang have been nicknamed the Pishtacos after the ruthless assassins of indigenous Quechua legend who ambushed solitary victims and drained their fat as an offering to gods to make the land fertile. Another version depicts them as cannibal bandits who ate the skin and sold the fat. The stories date back to before the European conquest.

The suspects allegedly would sever victims' heads, arms and legs, remove organs and suspend torsos from hooks above candles, which warmed the flesh as the fat dripped into tubs below. Members claimed other gangs were engaged in similar killings.

Medical experts said human fat had cosmetic applications to keep skin supple, but were sceptical about an international black market. "It doesn't make any sense, because in most countries we can get fat so readily and in such amounts from people who are willing to donate," Adam Katz, a professor of plastic surgery at the University of Virginia medical school, told the Associated Press.

Peruvians expressed shock that grisly Andean legends they heard from their grandparents could turn out to have a modern twist. "It's really incredible that killers like this could exist today," said one contributor to the newspaper Peru21.

 

Filed under: murder

corrinely says...

I'd never thought of it this way.

Filed under: murder

HikiCulture says...

Someone posted a link to an interesting Wikipedia article in the HC IRC channel a few moments ago. The article is about a hermit from Pennsylvania who went by the name William (Amos) Wilson who had lived in a cave for nineteen years.

Here's a link to the Wikipedia article:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_%28Amos%29_Wilson

PennsylvaniaHermit.jpg

As you would have read, it is not entirely certain whether this story is partially made up or not, but it is still interesting nonetheless.

Filed under: Murder

23narchy says...

Three Russians also suspected of killing man, eating parts themselves

MOSCOW - Russian police have arrested three homeless people suspected of eating a 25-year-old man they had butchered and selling other bits of the corpse to a local kebab house.

Suspicions were raised when dismembered parts of a human body were found near a bus stop in the outskirts of the Russian city of Perm, 720 miles east of Moscow.
Three homeless men with previous criminal records have been arrested on suspicion of setting upon a foe with knives and a hammer before chopping up his corpse to eat, local investigators said in a statement.
"After carrying out the crime, the corpse was divided up: part was eaten and part was also sold to a kiosk selling kebabs and pies," the prosecutor's main investigative unit for the Perm region said.
It was not immediately clear from the statement if any of the corpse had been sold to customers.

 

Filed under: murder

holeyhands says...

Police say he admits shooting 17-year-old

News Staff Reporter
Cold Case Squad detectives Monday arrested a West Side pastor in the fatal shooting of a young father in front of the victim's girlfriend and their infant son more than a decade ago.

Jose G. Figueroa, 31, of Carolina Street, was charged with second-degree murder in the killing of Alex Martinez, 17.

Several individuals broke down a rear door at 392 Grant St. at 12:30 a.m. Jan. 29, 1998, and entered the Martinez residence. Then, without saying a word, Figueroa allegedly fired a bullet into the victim's head.

At the time of the killing, then-Buffalo Homicide Bureau Chief Joseph Riga said it appeared that Martinez had been targeted.

"They didn't say anything. They just shot him in the head and left through the same door," Riga said then.

Figueroa, who described himself to police as a pastor and a full-time cleaner, was located after homicide detectives received his name from a tipster a few weeks ago.

When cold-case detectives went to Figueroa's home Friday, he was out but later contacted them and agreed to go to Police Headquarters on Monday for an interview.

"Within minutes after his arrival, he confessed to the murder of Alex Martinez," said Cold Case Detective Brian G. Ross. "I believe his strong faith and conscience led to his willingness to confess."

Figueroa explained to police that he had become a pastor since the shooting, though he did not identify the church.

"He was clearly a different person than at the time of the homicide and has taken steps to carve out a better lifestyle for himself and his family in the years since the homicide," Ross said.

As for Martinez's family members, they were notified Monday afternoon that the case has been solved.

"They are extremely grateful. They told me, "Now we can rest,'" Ross said.

As for a motive for the deadly shooting, the detective said that remains under investigation. The shooting originally was thought to be drug-related, but Ross declined to comment on that.

Assisting in solving the case were other Cold Case Detectives Charles Aronica and Lissacq M. Redmond along with State Police Investigator Geraldo Rondon.

"This is just an example of the outstanding police work done by our Cold Case Squad, which I believe is one of the best in the nation," said Deputy Police Commissioner Daniel Derenda, who also credited homicide detectives for their help.

To back up his praise of the Cold Case Squad, Derenda noted that this is the eighth long- term unsolved homicide that has ended in an arrest this year. Last year, 18 cold cases were solved, and in 2007, 14 cases.

 

Filed under: Murder

mspixieears says...

First part of the dream, I was myself, and living in this odd version of the current house I live in now. Someone had made me this three-piece pendant - a cross, with a monkey face, then beautiful legs of some sort of dragon. It was all burnished gold. I trailed it through the sandpit in the backyard and lost some of it. I found a small, fluffy black cat, who ran from me but let me catch her. She told me, in English, that I was a pretty girl.

I later saw my brother who said that he met the same black cat but that she had told him he was a pretty girl in Greek.

Meeting the black cat meant that we had to head up to the back flat in our backyard. Two men stormed in - one was topless, acne-ridden, very skinny. He was holding a lute. The other man proceeded to tell him that he was wasting his time becoming a professional lutenist, even though he was fantastic. I tried to hide - I merely pretended to be a statue and hid under a massive lampshade as he murdered the lutenist in a nearby bed.

My pendant lost its feet. A girl remade it for me so that it had no monkey face or legs anymore. She said it was better now that it was more simple.

* * *

I was a young boy, fat and always acting up. The community I was in was banned from going outside. I rebelled and rode my bike on the earth mounds. I was to be punished later.

Two women, a man who was supposedly my father and myself were sharing a plate of creamy potatoes and vegetables. We kept shifting food from each others' plates as we kept taking too much of one thing. My father kept cutting up a map so that I wouldn't know where they were.

I hid in carpeted staircases and injured the women. I thought they would see me, but they never did. My father beat me.

 

Filed under: murder

mspixieears says...

What a convoluted dream.

I was back at uni at one of my old jobs, working for the catering department. For some reason, my longest high school crush was there. We were given a special uniform to wear, and shoes were cut into shape for us - made of moulded plastic and extremely uncomfortable to wear. My father told me to go to his Japanese colleagues food booth and make sure I ordered something to eat from there. I said that was fine, I like Japanese food.

My high school crush Steven, and my other high school classmate Louise were next to me. Louise became annoyed that we left her momentarily, but it wasn't really our fault.

After catering duties, we were made to sit in various places for some sort of theatrical production. We were supposed to be very quiet but my friend mattJames came up to me and started to squirt me with a really large water pistol. He made a point of calling his (fictional) sister Jessica to tell her he got me 'good'.

Steven and I were alone and he kept asking me why I wouldn't kiss him. I told him he missed his chance and I had a crush on him for ages but he didn't seem interested, and I'd started seeing someone, finally. He told me he was now in love with me. I didn't believe him. Then all of a sudden, we got mistaken for people in the play/theatrical event and had to pretend to be Jews. We got told our tattoos were on incorrectly. I pointed at my skin colour but they didn't seem to care that I wasn't white.

We were dressed in black and pretending to be dead.

Steven offered to take me home after work. I rescued two flea-ridden kittens and put them in my car momentarily. He convinced me to walk a little with him. I began to bawl as I said that the kittens would have been killed in the heat. He held me and told me it would be okay, and to give him my car key so he could clean the mess for me. I couldn't stop crying.

He then made me catch a bus. The bus driver made me stop because he said I looked like Dannii Minogue with the sunglasses I was wearing. I was shocked and again, said I was a little dark.

He abandoned me on that bus. He'd bought me a ticket but didn't get on with me. I looked back at him, feeling bereft.

I got off as soon as I could and jogged down a real street in my neighbourhood. I bought a paper off a gentleman in a shop to clean the kitten's dead bodies. I made it to a service station and was grazed from coming off the bus awkwardly. I smashed my hip into something and bruises started forming everywhere on me.

I began to jog home. My old schoolfriends Damien and someone else I couldn't fully recognise were coming to meet me. Damien had a meat cleaver in one hand. They bludgeoned me to death for hurting Steven, even though he lied.

I was already dead but for some reason, grasping at the blood-soaked earth at my hands. A Jamaican man appeared in front of me to tell me I was dead, and he came and took me to his house with his lovely blind grandmother and then they both looked after me.

Filed under: murder

23narchy says...

Sean Mercer narrowly misses Jake Fahri's spine in attack with makeshift knife at young offenders institution

Sean Mercer

Sean Mercer, 18, had already spent time in isolation wing of Moorlands before the attack on Jake Fahri, 19. Photograph:Reuters

A gang member who murdered Rhys Jones plunged a makeshift knife into a fellow inmate when a fight broke out in a young offenders institution.

Sean Mercer, 18, stabbed Jake Fahri, 19, four times in the back with a sharpened pair of tweezers during the attack in a prison exercise yard, causing a deep wound that was said to have narrowly missed his spine.

Fahri is serving 14 years for murdering Jimmy Mizen, 16, in an unprovoked attack in a bakery in south-east London.

He was sentenced in March after the court heard he viciously threw a glass bowl at Jimmy, who subsequently bled to death from a neck injury.

Fahri was taken to hospital following the attack in the exercise yard at Moorland young offenders institution in Doncaster, South Yorkshire, on Monday. Mercer has been moved to an isolation wing at the institution.

It is understood that he was assisted by a fellow inmate who apparently held Fahri down as Mercer stabbed him with the tweezers, which had been modified into a shank, prison slang for a makeshift knife.

Mercer, who was a former member of the Crocky Young Guns gang, has already spent a number of weeks in the segregation unit after previous clashes with prison officers and governors at Moorland.

He was sentenced to a minimum of 22 years in prison after the murder of Rhys in Croxteth Park, Liverpool, in August 2007. The innocent 11-year-old was shot dead as he walked across a pub car park on his way home from football practice. Mercer denied murder, and claimed he was at a friend's home watching a DVD when the boy was killed.

Fahri was said to be moaning in pain and covered in blood as he was taken to hospital, where his wounds were stitched.

In a statement, the Prison Service said: "A fight broke out between three prisoners. Staff acted quickly to control the situation. One prisoner was taken to a hospital for treatment. Police have been notified and are investigating."

The incident is being regarded by the authorities as an attempt by Mercer to boost his so-called "hardman" reputation among other inmates at the young offenders institution.

South Yorkshire police confirmed it was investigating the attack and said inquiries were continuing.

Last week, a member of the gang who provided Mercer with the gun used to shoot Rhys had his sentence increased. James Yates, 21, provided the Smith & Wesson firearm that used in the murder of the schoolboy – and helped with its disposal.

Jake Fahri Jake Fahri

He was jailed for seven years, but his sentence was referred to the court of appeal by the solicitor general, Vera Baird, as being "unduly lenient". The judges agreed and extended Yates' jail tariff to 12 years.

 

Filed under: murder