Article by Chris Bartholomew (see below for more articles featured in SERIAL KILLER MAGAZINE)
Edmund Kemper the Co-Ed Killer
The Macdonald triad (also known as the triad of sociopathy) is a set of three behavioral characteristics which are associated with sociopathic behavior. The triad was first identified by J.M. Macdonald in "The Threat to Kill", a 1963 paper in the American Journal of Psychiatry.
In a study involving hospitalized patients [Macdonald] focused on patients who had threatened to kill rather than on patients who had killed, although some subjects later committed homicide. His sample consisted of forty-eight psychotic and fifty-two non-psychotic patients. He found that sadistic patients often had three characteristics in common in their childhood histories. These factors... consisted of chronic bedwetting, fire setting, and torturing small animals.
Further studies have suggested that these behaviors are often the product of parental neglect, cruelty or trauma, and that such events in a person's childhood can result in "homicidal prone-ness".
A later paper by Hellman and Blackman concluded that the triad was predictive of future criminal behavior.
Edmund Kemper was born to Clarnell Strandberg and Edmund Emil Kemper, Jr. in Burbank, California and was raised in Santa Cruz.
Kemper displayed sociopathic and passive-aggressive behavior from a young age: he tortured and killed animals, acted out bizarre sexual rituals pretending he was dying in the gas chamber with his sisters' dolls, was a pyromaniac, and once when his sister asked him to kiss a teacher he had a crush on, he replied "if I kiss her I would have to kill her first". Kemper also claimed that he displayed all signs of the Macdonald triad as a young child.
His mother constantly berated and humiliated her son and often made him sleep in a locked basement because she feared that he would rape or molest his younger sister. (While some accounts say she didn't think they needed to be sharing a room). She eventually grew tired of her son's eccentric personality and sent him to live with his paternal grandparents in 1961. They lived on a 17-acre ranch high in the mountains of North Fork, California. Kemper had disliked living in North Fork, and according to him, his grandfather was a violent man and a heavy drinker.
On August 27, 1964, at fifteen years of age, Kemper shot his grandmother while she sat at the kitchen table writing the finishing pages of her latest children's poetry book. When his grandfather came home from grocery shopping, Kemper shot him as well. Then he called his mother, who urged him to call the police. When questioned, he said that he "just wanted to see what it felt like to kill Grandma," and that he killed his grandfather because he knew he would be angry at him for what he had done to his grandmother. (Some accounts say that he killed his grandfather so that he wouldn't have to see his dead wife's body.)
Kemper was sentenced to youth authority and committed to Atascadero State Hospital, where he befriended his psychologist and became his assistant. He was intelligent enough with a very high I.Q. to gain the trust of the doctor to the extent of being allowed access to prisoners' tests.
With the knowledge he gained from his apprenticeship he was eventually able to impress his doctor at the hospital enough to let him go. He was released in early 1970 into his mother's care against the wishes of several doctors at the hospital. Kemper later demonstrated further to the psychologists that he was well, and to have his juvenile records expunged.
Kemper worked a series of odd jobs before securing work with the State of California's Department of Public Works/Division of Highways.
Edmund's mother was an administrative assistant at the University of California. She got Ed a university parking sticker so he could park on campus. Ed had always dreamed of being a cop, but it was impossible for him because of his height. He bought a car that looked like an unmarked police vehicle, and he equipped it with a radio transmitter, microphone, and a large whip antenna. Then he started picking up female hitchhikers. He took them to their destinations, but the whole time he was dreaming up violent sexual fantasies. Eventually he removed the antenna, and rigged the passenger side door so that it couldn't be opened from the inside.
Between May 1972 and February 1973, Kemper embarked on a spree of murders, picking up female students hitchhiking, taking them to isolated rural areas and killing them. He would stab, shoot or smother the victims and afterwards take the bodies back to his apartment where he would have sex with their bodies and then dissect them. He would often dump the bodies in ravines or bury them in fields, although on one occasion he buried the severed head of a 15-year-old girl in his mother's garden as a joke, later remarking that his mother "always wanted people to look up to her." He killed six college girls (including two students from UC Santa Cruz, where his mother worked, and one from Cabrillo College). He would often go hunting for victims after arguing with his mother.
On Good Friday 1973, Kemper battered his sleeping mother to death with a pick (claw) hammer. He used her decapitated head for oral sex before using it as a dartboard. He also cut out her vocal cords and put them in the garbage disposal, but the machine could not break the tough tissue down and regurgitated it back into the sink. "That seemed appropriate," he said after his arrest, "as much as she'd bitched and screamed and yelled at me over so many years." His murderous urges not yet satiated, he then invited his mother's best friend over and killed her too, by strangulation. He then drove eastward, but when no word of his crimes hit the radio airwaves he became discouraged, stopped the car, called the police and confessed to being the "Co-ed Killer." He told them what he had done and waited for them to pick him up.
At his trial he pleaded insanity, but he was found guilty of eight counts of murder. He asked for the death penalty, but with capital punishment suspended at that time, he instead received life imprisonment.
At the time of Kemper's murder spree in Santa Cruz, another serial killer named Herbert Mullin was also active, earning the small California town the title of "Murder Capital of the World." Also adding to the college town's infamy was the fact that Kemper's and Mullin's crimes were preceded three years earlier by multiple murders committed by John Linley Frazier, who murdered Santa Cruz eye surgeon Victor Ohta and his family. Kemper and Mullin were briefly held in adjoining cells, with the former angrily accusing the latter of stealing his body-dumping sites.
August 27, 1964Maude Kemper (Grandmother) shot in the head with a rifle and stabbed
August 27, 1964Edmund Emil Kemper (Grandfather) Shot with a rifle
On May 7, 1972, Kemper picked up two 18-year-old roommates from Fresno State College, Mary Ann Pesce and Anita Luchessa. He was giving them a ride to Stanford University. He took his gun out and pulled off the road.
He locked Anita in the trunk so he could kill Mary Anne first. Somehow he panicked and locked himself out of the car, but Mary Anne let him back in. He then handcuffed her and attempted to suffocate her with a plastic bag, but she bit through it. He pulled out his knife, stabbed her repeatedly, and then cut her head off. After Mary Anne was dead, he took Anita out of the trunk and stabbed her to death. Next, he took the two bodies' home where he undressed and dissected Mary Anne's corpse and beheaded Anita. He disposed of the torsos, but kept the heads for souvenirs. Bundling the remains into plastic bags, he buried the truncated bodies in the Santa Cruz Mountains, tossing the heads into a roadside ravine.
Four months later, on September 14, Kemper offered a ride to 15-year-old Aiko Koo. Suffocating her with his large hands, Kemper raped her corpse on the spot and then carried it home for dissection. Koo's severed head was resting in the trunk of Kemper's car next morning, when he met with state psychiatrists and they pronounced him "safe," recommending that his juvenile record be sealed for Kemper's future protection. Following the interview, he buried Koo's remains near a religious camp located in the mountains.
Another four months passed before the "Co-ed Killer" struck again, on January 9, 1973. Picking up student Cindy Schall, Kemper forced her into the trunk of his car at gunpoint, and then shot her to death. Driving back to his mother's house, he carried the corpse to his room, and there had sex with it in his bed. Afterward, Kemper dissected Schall's head and buried it in the back yard of his mother's home.
By this time, various remains of Kemper's victims had been found and officers were on the case. Apparently, none of them had the least suspicion that their friend, Ed Kemper, was the man they sought, and some felt comfortable enough in Kemper's company to brief him on the progress of their homicide investigation. Smiling, often springing for the next round at a bar where policemen frequented, Kemper was all ears.
On February 5, 1973, Kemper picked up Rosalind Thorpe, 23 and another hitchhiker, Alice Liu. Both young women were shot to death in the car, and then stacked in the trunk like so much excess luggage. Driving home, Kemper ate dinner and waited for his mother to retire before stepping outside and decapitating both corpses as they lay in the trunk. Unsatisfied, he carried Lin's body inside and sexually assaulted it on the floor. Returning to the car, he chopped her hands off as a casual afterthought.
With spring's arrival, Kemper's frenzy escalated, coming back full circle to his home and family. He toyed with the idea of killing everybody on his block, as "a demonstration to the authorities," but finally dismissed the notion. Instead, on Easter weekend, Kemper turned upon his mother, hammering her skull in as she slept. Decapitating her, he raped the headless corpse, and then jammed her severed larynx down the garbage disposal. Her head was propped on the mantle for use as a dartboard.
Still not sated, Kemper telephoned a friend of his mother's, Sally Hallett, and invited her over for a "surprise" dinner in his mother's honor. Upon her arrival, Kemper clubbed her over the head, strangled her to death, and then decapitated her. The headless body was deposited in his bed, while he wandered off to sleep in his mother's room.
On Easter Sunday, Kemper started driving East, with no destination in mind. He got as far as Colorado before pulling over to a roadside telephone booth and calling police in Santa Cruz. Several attempts were necessary before his friends would accept his confession, and local officers were dispatched to make the arrest while Kemper waited patiently in his car.
In his detailed confession, Kemper admitted slicing flesh from the legs of at least two victims, cooking it in a macaroni casserole and devouring it as a means of "possessing" his prey. He also acknowledged removing teeth, along with bits of hair and skin from his victims, retaining them as grisly keepsakes, trophies of the hunt. Described as sane by state psychiatrists, Kemper was convicted on eight counts of murder. Asked what punishment he considered fitting for his crimes, the defendant replied, "Death by torture." Instead, he was sentenced to life imprisonment, without the possibility of parole.
Since his incarceration, Kemper has been very busy. In 1988, he and John Wayne Gacy took part in interviews via satellite. Kemper is also part of an FBI program aimed to build the FBI's profiling system. He was led in a series of interviews by agent Robert Ressler. Edmund Kemper is now the model prisoner at his facility.
In Edmunds Kemper's own words:
"When I was in school, I was called a chronic daydreamer and I saw a counselor twice during junior high and high school, and that was very routine. They didn't ask me a lot of questions about myself and that was probably the most violent fantasy time I was off into."
"I lived as an ordinary person most of my life, even though I was living a parallel and increasingly violent other life."
"My frustration. My inability to communicate socially, sexually. I wasn't impotent. I was scared to death of failing in male-female relationships."
"At first I picked up girls just to talk to them, just to try to get acquainted with people my own age and try to strike up a friendship. I decided to mix the two and have a situation of rape and murder and no witnesses and no prosecution."
"I'm picking up young women, and I'm going a little bit farther each time. It's a daring kind of thing. First there wasn't a gun. I'm driving along. We go to a vulnerable place, where there aren't people watching, where I could act out and I say, 'No, I can't.' And then a gun is in the car, hidden. And this craving, this awful raging eating feeling inside, this fantastic passion. It was overwhelming me. It was like drugs. It was like alcohol. A little isn't enough."
"It was stupid for anyone to hitchhike, but to these people who thought it was fun and exciting and maybe even a little bit daring... it is if they're dead."
"I just wanted the exaltation over the party. In other words, winning over death. They were dead and I was alive. That was the victory in my case."
"I went to live with Dad, and he sends me up to Grandma. Now she's going to undo all the terrible things that my mother did to me. I'm going to be a showpiece. She's going to show the world that my mother was a lousy parent. I'm going to be a pawn in this little game."
"...cared more for his second family than he did us." - About his father, who rejected him after his parents divorced.
"He didn't want me around, because I upset his second wife. Before I went to Atascadero, my presence gave her migraine headaches. When I came out she was going to have a heart attack if I came around." - About his father and stepmother.
"...my grandmother who thought she had more balls than any man and was constantly emasculating me and my grandfather to prove it. I couldn't please her. It was like being in jail. I became a walking time bomb and I finally blew. It was like that the second time, with my mother." - About his grandmother, victim Maude Kemper.
"I saw her big black pocketbook bulging as she went out the door and I said to myself, 'Why that old bitch, she's taking the gun with her, because she doesn't trust me, even though I promised I wouldn't touch it.' I toyed with the idea of calling the chief of police in Fresno and telling him 'there's a little old lady walking around town with a forty-five in her purse and she's planning a holdup' and then give him my grandmother's description. How do you suppose she would have talked herself out of that?" - Recalling a time when his grandmother (victim Maude Kemper) took his grandfather's gun with her when she went shopping.
"...took her violent hatred of my father out on me." - About his mother, victim Clarnell Strandberg.
"...an alcoholic and constantly bitched and screamed at me." - About his mother, victim Clarnell Strandberg.
"...big, ugly, awkward woman who was six feet tall and she was always trying to get me to go out with girls who were just like her... friends of hers from the campus. I may not be so much to look at myself, but I have always gone after pretty girls." - About his mother, who worked at the University of California at Santa Cruz.
"She's holding up these girls who she said were too good for me to get to know. She would say, 'You're just like your father. You don't deserve to get to know them.'" - Recalling what his mother had told him about getting dates.
"I can't get away from her. She knows all my buttons and I dance like a puppet." - About his mother, victim Clarnell Strandberg.
"There were times when she was bitching and yelling at me that I felt like retaliating and walking over to the telephone in her presence and calling the police, to say, 'Hello, I'm the co-ed killer,' just to lay it on her." - About his mother, victim Clarnell Strandberg.
"She loved me in her way and despite all the violent screaming and yelling arguments we had, I loved her, too. But, she had to manage your life, and interfere in your personal affairs." - About his mother, victim Clarnell Strandberg.
"I went bananas after I got that .22." - Recalling when he bought a .22-caliber pistol.
"When someone put their hand on my car-door handle, they were giving me their life." - About picking up hitchhikers.
"It was getting easier to do. I was getting better at it." - About talking his way through situations of almost getting caught.
"I remember it was very exciting. There was actually a sexual thrill. It was kind of an exalted triumphant type thing, like taking the head of a deer or an elk or something would be to a hunter. I was the hunter and they were the victims." - About decapitating his victims.
"Death never entered as a factor. Alive, they were distant, not sharing with me. I was trying to establish a relationship and there was no relationship there. When they were being killed, there wasn't anything going on in my mind except that they were going to be mine. That was the only way they could be mine." - About his teenage victims.
"They were like spirit wives... I still had their spirits. I still have them." - About his teenage victims.
"It was the first time I went looking for someone to kill. And it's two people, not one. And they're dead. Very naive, too. Painfully naive in that they thought they were streetwise." - About victims Mary Anne Pesce and Anita Luchessa.
"I had full intentions of killing them. I would loved to have raped them, but not having any experience at all..." - About victims Mary Anne Pesce and Anita Luchessa.
"I was really quite struck by her personality and her looks and there was just almost a reverence there." - About victim Mary Anne Pesce.
"Sometimes, afterward, I visited there... to be near her... because I loved her and wanted her." - About victim Mary Anne Pesce.
"I pulled the gun out to show her I had it... she was freaking out. Then I put the gun away and that had more effect on her than pulling it out." - About victim Aiko Koo.
"She could have reached over and grabbed the gun, but I think she never gave it a thought." - About accidentally locking himself out of his car, with victim Aiko Koo inside.
"I suppose as I was standing there looking, I was doing one of those triumphant things, too, admiring my work and admiring her beauty, and I might say admiring my catch like a fisherman." - About victim Aiko Koo.
"...with her face turned toward my bedroom window and, sometimes at night, I talked to her, saying love things, the way you do to a girlfriend or wife." - Explaining how he buried victim Cindy Schall's head in his mother's backyard.
"My mother and I had had a real tiff. I was pissed. I told her I was going to a movie and I jumped up and went straight to the campus because it was still early. I said, the first girl that's halfway decent that I pick up, I'm gonna blow her brains out." - Explaining why he killed victims Rosalind Thorpe and Alice Liu.
"Miss Liu was sitting in back right behind Miss Thorpe. I went on down a ways and slowed down. I remarked on the beautiful view. I hesitated for several seconds. I had been moving my pistol from down below my leg in my lap. I picked it up and pulled the trigger. As I fired, she fell against the window. Miss Liu panicked. I had to fire through her hands. She was moving around and I missed twice." - About killing victims Rosalind Thorpe and Alice Liu.
"It was so hard. I cut off her head, and I humiliated her, of course. She was dead, because of the way she raised her son." - About killing his mother, victim Clarnell Strandberg.
"...put it on a shelf and screamed at it for an hour... threw darts at it... smashed her face in." - Recalling what he did after he decapitated his mother, victim Clarnell Strandberg.
Appx. 5:15 A.M. Saturday. No need for her to suffer anymore at the hands of this horrible 'murderous butcher.' It was quick, sleep, the way I wanted it. - A note he left with his mother's body.
"I came up behind her and crooked my arm around her neck, like this... I squeezed and just lifted her off the floor. She just hung there and, for a moment, I didn't realize she was dead. I had broken her neck and her head was just wobbling around with the bones of her neck disconnected in the skin sack of her neck." - Recalling how he killed his mother's friend, victim Sara Hallett.
"...so I wouldn't kill again." - Explaining why he surrendered to police.
"The day those fathers testified in court was very hard for me. I felt terrible. I wanted to talk to them about their daughters, comfort them... but what could I say?" - About victims Mary Anne Pesce and Anita Luchessa's fathers.
"I really wasn't surprised when it came out that way. There was just no way they could find me insane. Society just isn't ready for that yet. Ten or twenty years from now they would have, but they're not going to take a chance." - About the jury finding him guilty and sane.
"I felt I definitely could have done a lot of good there, helping people return to the streets. I could have fit in there quicker than anybody else. After all, I grew up there. That used to be like my home. Basically, I was born there, you know. I have a lot of fond memories of the place, and I don't know anybody else who has." - About Atascadero State Hospital in Atascadero, California, where he spent 5 years after murdering his grandparents, victims Maude Kemper and Edmund Kemper.
"I helped to develop some new tests and some new scales on MMPI. You've probably heard of it... the Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory. I helped to develop a new scale on that, the 'Overt Hostility Scale'. How's that for a... Ironic note. There we go, it was an ironic note that I helped to develop that scale and then look what happened to me when I got back out on the streets." - About being an aide in psychological testing and research at AtascaderoStateHospital in Atascadero, California.
"I didn't have the supervision I should have had once I got out. I was supposed to see my parole officer every other week and a social worker the other week. I never did. I think if I had, I would have made it. Two weeks after I was on the streets, I got scared because I hadn't seen anyone. Finally, I called the district parole office and asked if I was doing something wrong... was I supposed to go to my parole officer, or would he come to see me, I asked." - Recalling after he was released from AtascaderoStateHospital in Atascadero, California.
"When I got out on the street it was like being on a strange planet. People my age were not talking the same language. I had been living with people older than I was for so long that I was an old fogey." - Recalling after he was released from AtascaderoStateHospital in Atascadero, California.
"I started feeling like I didn't deserve all that nice treatment after what I had done... and I guess that's why I started cutting myself up." - About jail personnel being kind to him and him wanting to commit suicide.
"He's more like a father to me than anyone I have ever known. He's like the father I wish I had had." - About Santa Cruz county sheriff's deputy Bruce Colomy.
"You're a no-class killer." - What he told serial killer Herbert Mullin, who he shared an adjoining prison cell with.
"...shut him up when he was disturbing everybody by singing off-key in his high-pitched, squeaky voice." - Recalling when he threw water at serial killer Herbert Mullin, in prison.
"When he was a good boy, I gave him peanuts. He liked peanuts. It was behavioral modification treatment. The jailers were very pleased with me. You know, though, it really sticks in my craw that Mullin only got two 'firsts' and I got eight. He was just a cold-blooded killer, running over a three-week period killing everybody he saw for no good reason. I guess that's kind of hilarious, my sitting here so self-righteously talking, like that, after what I've done." - About serial killer Herbert Mullin.
"I guess you heard me say that I wanted to kill Herbie Mullin, my fellow mass murderer. Well, there was a time when I thought it would be a good solution for everyone. It would be good for society and save everyone a bundle of money. Instead of spending thousands and thousands of dollars to lock the two of us up for life to protect us from people and people from us. I figured that if I killed him and then they sent me to the gas chamber, it would be a good solution to the problem. I know I'd never get a chance to though and I don't have any intention of killing him or anyone else." - About serial killer Herbert Mullin.
"I've always loved science and math, and I'd also like to study French and German. After that, I hope, I can find a way to help other people. Maybe they can study me and find out what makes people like me do the things they do." - What he planned to do while in prison.
"You haven't asked the questions I expected a reporter to ask. Oh, what is it like to have sex with a dead body? What does it feel like to sit on your living room couch and look over and see two decapitated girls' heads on the arm of the couch? The first time, it makes you sick to your stomach. What do you think, now, when you see a pretty girl walking down the street? One side of me says, 'Wow, what an attractive chick. I'd like to talk to her, date her.' The other side of me says, 'I wonder how her head would look on a stick?'" - What he said in an interview with a magazine reporter.
"Could I have some matches? Yesterday, I had matches, but isn't it funny when you're convicted, you immediately become combustible." - What he said after being denied matches to light his cigarettes, in prison.
"If I went apeshit in here, you'd be in a lot of trouble, wouldn't you? I could screw your head off and place it on the table to greet the guard." - What he allegedly told criminologist Robert R. Ressler, during a prison interview.
Edmund Kemper: “I’m an American, and I went off the deep-end.”
Presenter: “Ed Kemper has been serving a life sentence in this California prison since 1973 when, at the age of twenty-four, he murdered his mother, then called police and confessed to having dismembered college co-eds for two years, as well as cannibalizing, and raping their headless bodies.
Kemper: “When someone abandons himself to bein’ a victim, he’s gonna have to be one.”
Presenter: “With an IQ of one hundred thirty-six, Kemper is now the prison’s best reader of books for the blind.”
Kemper: “I’m saying I’ve wanted to kill my mother since I was eight years old and I’m not proud of that.“
Kemper: “It started with surrogates at that, uh, non-human level. Physical objects: my possessions, other peoples’; destruction of things that are cared about. And then to destruction of things that are living, on a lower level: small animals, uh, insects, animals, and then finally people.”
Kemper: “It started comin’ to a head again, so I went back down th玆ran away back down there, and then a month later I’m up livin’ with my grandparents in the mountains, and ten months later I murdered them.”
Kemper: “And it made it worse to be on top of a mountain. I was literally on top of a mountain when it happened, and I could sense玆I sensed玆everybody in the world just stoppin’ what they were doin’, turnin’ around, saw what I did, and are comin’ to get me. And I knew I was paranoid at that moment. I knew anybody that came up there and gave me a funny look or a fishy eye or a quizzical look, I’d have blown their brains out, thinkin’ they were comin’ to get me.”
Kemper: “And if it’d been in a city, I’d have been a mass-murderer at age fifteen. I would’ve killed until they gunned me down. I wouldn’t have been able to reason my way out of it. I was scared to death, and I was violent. I felt my w玆back hit that wall. I was the rabbit that always ran, that always backed away; always burned his bridges. Suddenly there weren’t any more, and I玆my back hit that wall and I came out screamin’ and kickin’ and shootin’.”
Presenter: “He was released to the one person that authorities of the State mental hospital recommended he never see again.”
Kemper: “I got paroled to my mother. Atascadero [State Hospital] decided that I didn’t玆never need to talk to her again, at all. ‘Don’t give her a Christmas present, leave her alone. She got a pound of flesh outta ya.’ I wasn’t snivelin’ about my mother to them; I didn’t like to hear what they had to say about her.
Kemper: “She went through three husbands like a hot knife through butter.”
Kemper: “Four months after I was out I was back into the fantasy bag. My first date was an absolute disaster玆wasn’t her fault… you know, and I didn’t blame her even then. I’m sayin’ it was a terrible tragedy. But, boy was it a tr玆boy she didn’t ever talk to be again. It was awful. It wasn’t sexual, or grabbin’ at her at that, I was just such a dork, takin’ her to a John Wayne movie and, uh, Denny’s. It was terrible. I’d never been on a date; at sixteen it was cool! You know. I’d never been on a date, you know. I was locked up since I was fifteen. But I can’t tell her that. ‘Oh gee,’ you know, ’don’t mind me,’ you know. She kinda got hung up on my looks or whatever, you know. She was a gorgeous young lady. Pure class, and she saw somethin’ there that I guess wasn’t there, and boy she found out quick.”
Presenter: “Taking elaborate precautions, he drove around universities and picked up hitchhiking co-eds while wearing these glasses.”
Kemper: “Yep. These are the ones. Now would you get in a car with this man? Huh? [dons his old glasses] Hmm?” [puts current pair back on] “The State has made me much more credible as a human being.”
Presenter: “While his mother worked at the university, Kemper buried the mutilated bodies in the mountains, and took the severed heads home, then he slept with their heads for days, and finally went looking for more.”
Kemper: “But I was losing a grasp on something that was too violent to keep inside forever. As I’m sitting their with a severed head in my hand, talking to it, or looking at it, and I’m about to go crazy, literally. I’m about to go completely f玆fly-wheel loose, and just fall apart. I say ‘wow! This is insane,’ and then I told myself ‘no it isn’t. You’re saying that, and that makes it not insane.’ I said ‘I’m sane, and I’m looking at a severe玆’ And I said ‘well, wait a minute, wait a minute,’ I’d see old in玆paints玆paintings and drawings of Viking heroes talking to severed heads and takin’ them to parties; old enemies in leather bags. Part of our heritage. This is me back then in 1972 and ‘73. I’m able to live with the fact that I just stabbed to death and cut the throat of an innocent young woman. Innocent in the sense that she did not plan on that happening, she didn’t do anything specifically for that to happen to her, yet she was a very active participant in her own death, and in my memory of that. She was nineteen years old, and her roommate in the trunk who died right after that was eighteen.”
Kemper: “I didn’t go hog-wild and totally limp. What I’m saying is I found myself doing things in an attempt to make things fit together inside. I was doing sexual probings and things玆I mean, in a sense of striking out, or reaching out and grabbing, and pulling to me. I’d be appalled at the sense that it wasn’t working, that isn’t the way it’s supposed to be, that isn’t the way I want it. You see what I’m saying? And yet I get玆during that time I become engaged to someone who is young, and is beautiful, and very much the same advantages, and m玆very much the same upbringing, and Disneyland values. And, uh, she’s very much the reason I surrendered.”
Kemper: “Well, I picked up two girls who were so much like the first two it was unbelievable. Almost identical circumstances… and I let ‘em go. Everything went towards killin’ ’em, and I didn’t. But I’m sayin’ ’wow, it’s uncanny.’ It was almost like it was meant to be that way, and I said ‘wow! I’ve got玆this has gotta stop.’ And I let them out. They never even knew what was goin’ on; I let them out. I would’ve gotten away with those two being murdered. Said ‘no, it’s gotta stop,’ and a week later I murdered my mother. Went back to Santa Cruz and killed her.”
Presenter: “He killed her with a hammer in her sleep, cut off her head and hands, but then put her vocal cords in a garbage disposal and threw darts at her severed head.”
Kemper: “I am an American and I killed Americans, I am a human being and I killed human beings, and I did it in my society.”
Article by Jessica Fairfield (see more articles about Edmund Kemper in SERIAL KILLER MAGAZINE)
Edmund Kemper (the co-ed killer) was born December 18, 1948 in Burbank, CA. He had two sisters, one older and one younger. His mom favored her girls and shunned her boy. He was able to grow close to his father, but at age 8 his parents divorced and his mother was giving full custody of Edmund and his sisters. She moved the family from California to Montana. She worried so much that Edmund might molest his sisters that when she had to leave them home alone she locked him in the basement. As a result of his mothers attitude towards him, Edmund had an awkward personality accompanied by an awkward appearance. He was extremely tall and heavy set. His mother reminded him constantly of his inadequacies and called him a weirdo. Not surprisingly his atmosphere had negative affects on him. His childhood games were much different from those of normal children. He liked to pretend he was being electrocuted in an electric chair and often enlisted one of his sisters to play the role of executioner. Another of his favorite pastimes was to steal his sisters dolls and use them to act out his abnormal sexual fantasies. After Edmund had gotten a hold of one of his sisters dolls it would later be found beheaded, stabbed, and dismembered. Edmund was also to blame for the deaths of two family cats. One he decapitated with a machete, the other was buried alive. At 13 he ran away from home to his old home in California to meet up with his dad. When he got there he was greeted by a step mom and a new brother. His father showed little interest in the reunion and sent his first born son back to Montana. By the age of 14 when he began to explore his own body, he would masturbate while imagining he was killing everyone in town and having sex with the dead bodies. With many disturbing signs of what he would one day become, he was sent to live with his grandparents in North Fork, CA. As Edmund tells it, his grandmother was just another one of many tormentors. On Aug 27, 1964, 16 year old Edmund lost control after an argument with his grandma. He grabbed his .22 rifle which had been a Christmas present from his grandfather and used it against his own grandmother. He shot her in the head, killing her instantly, but that didn’t stop him. He stabbed her dead corpse repeatedly and then dragged the body to her bedroom. Afterwards, he got to thinking about his grandfathers reaction to his murdered wife, killed by their grandson, with the Christmas present he’d provided for the deranged youth. His solution was to kill his grandfather before he ever had a chance to realize his wife was dead. He was shot as he got out of his car, returning home from some errands. With both of his grandparents dead he phoned his mom and told her what he’d accomplished, then sat and awaited the arrival of the police. Edmund was committed to Atascadero State Hospital and diagnosed as a schizophrenic. During his stay there he made a few friends who happened to be serial rapist, who also liked to describe their crimes in detail to him. They spoke of rapping women as though they were talking about the good old days of their youth. Kemper portrayed himself as a changed man who’d found religion, regretted his past, and wanted to start a new. The naïve therapists and staff fell for it and a murderer was released into the free world after only 5 years. Against the advice of the experts and Edmunds own wishes he was released into the hands of his mother who’d taken part in cause for why Edmund had ended up there in the first place. They lived in Santa Cruz, CA and Edmund enrolled in the community college where he did well with his grades and made fast friends. He even befriended a few cops around town and expressed a desire to become a cop himself. He got a job working for the highways and moved away from his mom to live in an apartment with a roommate. All looked rehabilitated and well just as the parole board had said. Three years after his release he was evaluated by a panel of state psychiatrists who confirmed and agreed with the parole boards findings. But actually, Edmund just had them all fooled. By the time he was being examined by the state psychiatrists he’d already killed three more times. The third time had actually been just the day before, and he still had the head of the 15 year old victim in his trunk. Her name had been Aiko Koo and she’d made the mistake of hitch hiking on the wrong road at the wrong time. Kemper raped and killed her, then took her body back to his apartment and dissected it. Afterwards the body parts were put in the trunk to await disposal, but that was not until after his meeting with state psychiatrists. His first two victims since his release had been roommates Mary Ann Pesce and Anita Luchessa who also made the unfortunate mistake of hitch hiking on the wrong road at the wrong time. They too were raped, killed, then thrown into the trunk of his car to be taking home and dissected. On his way there he was pulled over for a broken taillight and issued a warning. Again Edmund had narrowly escaped capture and still had everyone fooled. The bodies of the two girls were indeed dissected as planned. He took pictures to record his progress and admitted to actually having sex with various organs. Three more women’s lives were cut short by the hands of Edmund Kemper. All three had been dissected, photographed, and raped. Again he had sex with the dead bodies and its organs. He’d also sodomize the severed heads and claims to have cannibalized flesh from two of his victims. He kept trophies as many serial killers do. In his collection he had teeth, hair, and pieces of skin. Two of his victims had been specifically targeted from the University of California where his mother worked. The same two victims were dissected in his mothers home while she was out. It is believed that Kempers hatred towards women stemmed from his hatred for his mom and furthermore that he did to his victims what he would have liked to do to his mom. Then on April 21, 1973 he did just that. He crept quietly into her house in the wee hours of the morning, hammer and knife in hand, and while she slept he bashed her skull in, slit her throat, and cut off her head. He then had sex with her headless body. He took her head, placed it on a mantle, and used it as a dart board. He took out her larynx and dropped it down a garbage disposal. When he flipped it on it came flying back in his face. Edmund said he felt that was appropriate as she had, “bitched and screamed and yelled at me over so many years.” Having finally lashed out on his proper object of hate, and ridiculing her body in as many methods as he could think of, one would think he’d finally had his full, finally defeated his villain, but such was not the case. He called his mom’s good friend up and invited her over for a visit. When she arrived she was strangled to death. Her body was taken to bed with him as he’d exhausted himself from his exertions. Her dead corpse was molested before sleep took over. The next morning he awoke early and drove from California to Colorado, but by the time he’d gotten there he decided to turn himself in. He pulled over and from a phone booth called the police station from his home town. The officer who answered the call was a friend of his and, seeing as he had everyone fooled as to who and what he really was, did not believe him. He thought he was just playing a sick prank on him and the other officers. Edmund persisted and told them they could see for themselves if they visited his moms home. After he hung up he sat and waited to be picked up by the police. He made a full confession of his murders including grisly details. While awaiting trial he made two botched suicide attempts. In court he pleaded guilty by reason of insanity. His trial lasted a little more then two weeks and he was found sane and guilty on 8 counts of murder. The judge asked him what he thought would be a suitable punishment for his crimes to which he answered, “death by torture”. He had dreamed of being electrocuted in an electric chair as a child, but his dream would never come true. He was sentenced to life imprisonment, a sentence which he carries out in California State Medical Corrections Facility.
Interview with Edmund Kemper from Inside Detective, March 1974
Young women disappear every day. They leave their husbands, their parents, their children and simply drop from sight. Police take the missing person reports, issue the required all-points bulletins and try to ease the fears of those left behind.
“She’ll come home or write you a letter or turn up somewhere. Most of them do,” is the standard response in cases where there is no indication of foul play.
A missing person case filed with the Berkley police department in the early morning hours of September 15, 1972, was typical.
Mrs. Skaidrite Rubene Koo, an employee at the University of California Library, called to report the disappearance of her daughter, 15-year-old Aiko Koo, from her home.
“She’s been kidnapped,” Mrs. Koo told the officer who drove out to her house to take the report. “I’ve had a premonition all summer that something was going to happen to change our lives. She has started hitchhiking … you know we have no car.”
Aiko was a student at the exclusive Anna Head School for Girls over in Oakland, she told the officer. She was a good student, a good daughter. She would never just leave. There was love in their family.
And Aiko was talented. She had great plans for a future in Korean ballet. Already, she was receiving invitations to perform. The last weekend of the month, Aiko and two other girls were scheduled to travel to St. Louis to perform at the World Trade Fair there. Just before Aiko left for her ballet class the previous night, they had been putting the finishing touches on the girl’s costume for that anticipated performance.
“It’s been such a busy time,” Mrs. Koo told the officer. “Normally, I would have gone with her. I always go with her to her dance classes. But I had so much to do.’
“You know, I didn’t want her to go. It wasn’t that important for her to go to that class, but when my daughter wants things she wants them very bad.
“I’m no psychic, but I was afraid for her. She was so beautiful last night. I finally told her she could go if she took the bus, if she didn’t hitch a ride.
“I know she’s been hitchhiking. You know how impatient young people are these days. I know because she got a ticket for hitchhiking. When she told me about the ticket, she joked about it. She called it her parking ticket.
“I told her I was very much against her hitchhiking. But once people hitchhike and it goes well, they can’t believe anything can go wrong. Now I think something terrible has happened. That’s why Aiko didn’t come home last night.”
Aiko Koo never performed in St. Louis. She did not come home.
Police told her mother not to give up hope; the nicest young people were running away from home these days and they rarely gave their parents notice. Chances were at least 50-50 that Aiko had joined these wandering young runaways. The best thing she could do they said, is have some flyers printed with Aiko's picture and description
Mrs Koo was certain her daughter had met foul play, but she complied. She sent circulars to police departments and communes throughout the western states, asking any information about a beautiful young Eurasian girl, graceful in dance. She received hundreds of letters of sympathy but not one word of her missing daughter,
Last Christmas, three months after Aiko’s disappearance, Mrs. Koo stopped sending the circulars. Ever since Aiko left, she had kept her daughter’s Korean dancing drums and the dancing dress she was to have worn to St. Louis displayed on the living room wall. She took down the dress and packed it away.
"I never believed she ran away, she told an acquaintance. "Not even that night when she didn’t come home.”
The police, too, might have had hidden suspicions about the fate of Miss Koo. She wasn’t the first hitchhiker to disappear in Berkley that year.
Four months earlier, two 18-year-old Fresno State College girls—Mary Ann Peso and Anita Luchessa—bade goodbye to some friends in Berkley, saying they were going to hitchhike to Stanford University in Palo Alto, south of San Francisco. Their friends at Stanford told police later that they never arrived.
The parents of the girls filed a missing persons report and sent photographs of their daughters to local newspapers, asking for help in locating them. The police report was filed and forgotten until a month before Miss Koo's disappearance.
In August, someone found Mary Ann Peso's skull up on rugged Loma Prieta Mountain in Santa Cruz County. An extensive search failed to turn up the rest of her remains or a trace of her companion.
The discovery of the skull on Loma Prieta Mountain was recalled by Santa Cruz County lawmen five months later when a 19-year-old coed named Cynthia Ann Schall disappeared while hitchhiking from her home in Santa Cruz to class at Cabrillo College in Aptos.
On January 10, the day after Miss Schall disappeared, a California highway patrolman made a ghastly discovery while driving on Highway 1, 19 miles south of Monterey, near Big Sur. Just a few feet off the roadway, he found two severed human arms and hands.
Seven days later, a badly mutilated human torso was found floating in a lagoon near Santa Cruz. Two days after that, a surfer at Capitola—just south of Santa Cruz—found a left hand. And, three days beyond that, someone else found a young woman's pelvis along the shore near Santa Cruz.
Pieced together like a macabre jigsaw puzzle, this was the body of Cynthia Ann Schall. Every part but her head and right hand was there. Fingerprints from the left hand matched prints taken from Miss Schall's rented room. Chest X-rays she had taken in October matched X-rays of the torso found in the lagoon. Police and a pathologist decided she had been hacked to death, then sawed into pieces with a power saw.
Coeds at Cabrillo College and the University of Santa Cruz campus just to the north started thinking twice about hitching for rides. Lawmen warned them not to. There seemed to be a homicidal butcher in the area, preying on defenseless young girls traveling by thumb.
At the University of Santa Cruz, a warning was posted:
"When possible, girls especially, stay in dorms after midnight with doors locked. If you must be out at night, walk in pairs. If you see a campus police patrol car and wave, they will give you a ride. Use the bus even if somewhat inconvenient. Your safety is of first importance. If you are leaving campus, advise someone where you are going, where you can be reached and the approximate time of your return. DON'T HITCH A RIDE, PLEASE!!!"
At age 22, Rosalind Thorpe was a sensible, careful girl. She took the bus from her apartment in downtown Santa Cruz out to the university last February 5. And she was there all day. She left when the Science Library closed at 9 P.M. and headed for the bus stop.
Her arms laden with books, Rosalind stood there in an umbrella of light provided by a street light and hoped the last bus of the night had not left already for town. As she waited, a battered yellow 1969 Ford with a long, police type whip antenna pulled to the curb. There was a university staff parking sticker on the bumper. A big, friendly young man with a mustache leaned across the. seat and rolled down the passenger window and called out:
"The bus is gone. I know. I've missed it before, too. Can I give you a lift? It's pretty late."
Rosalind got in the car and they drove off.
Two blocks away, 22-year-old Alice Liu, 21, was standing beside the road, wondering how she was going to get back to town. She had stayed too late in the main campus library. A car came toward her down the road. A street lamp behind it illuminated a couple in the front seat. As the car drew nearer, she saw a university parking sticker on the bumper. What could be safer, Alice probably thought as she stuck out her thumb and smiled.
Friends reported the two young women missing the next day. Santa Cruz police, recalling the fate of Cynthia Schall, issued an urgent "all-points."
Students at the university had no doubt about the fate of their two classmates. They formed search teams and began crisscrossing the wooded 2000-acre campus, looking for their remains. They found nothing,
Ten days later, an Alameda County road crew was out checking for storm damage in the Eden Canyon area of the county north of Santa Cruz. Alongside a lonely road, up in a steep ravine, they made a horrifying find.
At first, at a distance, they thought that what they had come upon were discarded mannequins. Up close, they were two mutilated corpses.
Both women appeared to have been young, though the men were not certain. The bodies were headless. One seemed to be Oriental and also had had her hands hacked off. She was nude. The white woman was clad in bra and panties.
It was a week before authorities were certain that the mutilated corpses were the remains of Alice Liu and Rosalind Thorpe. The confirmation came through use of X-rays and physical descriptions provided by the Liu and Thorpe families.
Murder was the Number 1 topic of conversation in Santa Cruz those days. District Attorney Peter Chang even commented that the once peaceful tourist community might be "the murder capital of the world right now."
He wasn't just talking about the horrible attacks on young women hitchhikers. There already had been 16 murders in the area since the start of the year. His office just had charged a young religious zealot and LSD user from Santa Cruz-25-year-old Herbert Mullin—with ten of those murders {Chalk Up Another for Mr. Kill-Crazy, June INSIDE DETECTIVE, 1973).
When brought to trial, Mullin would be the second man Chang had prosecuted for mass murder in two years. He was the district attorney who sent John Linley Frazier, a drug-crazed ecology freak, to prison for the October, 1970, murders of prominent eye doctor Victor Ohta, his wife, two small sons and a private secretary. Frazier killed them and dumped them in the swimming pool of Ohta's expensive and remote hilltop house because he felt their luxurious existence damaged the natural wonders of the area. (A Swimming Pool Full of Corpses, February FRONT PAGE DETECTIVE, 1971).
What concerned Chang most—with Mullin in jail—was that this time he seemed to have not one, but two mass killers on his hands. There was no way Mullin could he connected with the murders of the hitchhiking coeds. There still was a psychotic killer on the loose and any young woman with her thumb out, standing at the side of the road, was a potential victim.
The horror was underscored two weeks later, when a hiker near Devil's Slide in Pacifica, up the coast in San Mateo County, found the skulls of two young women. Tests showed they had been chopped from the necks of Rosalind Thorpe and Alice Liu.
Everywhere in Santa Cruz, people looked a little more closely at their neighbors. The person responsible for this butchery must be living a very bizarre double life, they thought. Where could someone so thoroughly mutilate and dismember those young women without being seen? How could one be so sick as to even contemplate such crimes without giving some hint of dangerous instability to family, friends or neighbors?
One center for conversation about the murders was the gun shop in Santa Cruz where dealer Harry Ellis was selling handguns as fast as he did in the days when they were looking for the person who killed the Ohtas.
"I've never owned a gun before, but I'm frightened," a pretty office worker told Ellis as she slipped the snub-nosed .38 into her purse. "From now on, I'm keeping this handy at all times."
A tall husky man with a mustache stood near the counter and joined in the conversation. Ellis recognized him as "Big Ed," a gun freak who was in his shop quite often, sometimes to look, sometimes to buy, sometimes just looking for someone to talk to—about guns, mostly. They'd talked of the killings before.
"The guy who’s doing this to those girls must be sick. He needs help," said Ellis.
"Sure does," said "Big Ed."
Another locale for intense speculation about the killer was the Jury Room, a bar frequented by off-duty Santa Cruz police officers and others from City Hall across the street.
"Big Ed" Kemper often joined in those conversations and he was welcome. He was a friend of many of the officers in the tavern. He idolized them, wanted to be a policeman himself. He would be, he told everyone, if he wasn't too big. He stood 6 feet, 9 inches tall and weighed 280 pounds. He was a security guard, instead, he said, and he had the gun and handcuffs to prove it.
Everyone thought of Big Ed as a pretty good guy. He got a little rowdy sometimes. Generally, though, the straight shots of tequila he downed seemed to have little effect on him. He played the role of a friendly giant—picking up smaller friends and setting them down on bar stools.
After the arrest of Mullin, there were no more murders. Memories faded. On the Santa Cruz campus, it once seemed as if no one could complete a sentence without mentioning the killings. Everybody joined the anti-hitchhiking campaign. Campus police passed out handbills reading "Everybody Needs a Body (Save Yours)." By mid-April of this year, though, hardly anyone was talking about the killings. Hitchhiking was starting to pick up again. Those who did recall the attacks on the coeds wondered if it hadn't been that guy Mullin after all.
Then, at 4 A.M. on Tuesday, April 24, the telephone rang at the dispatch desk of the Santa Cruz police department: A man's deep excited voice came over the wire:
"I killed my mother and her friend. And I killed those college girls. I killed six of them and I can show you where I hid the pieces of their bodies."
An excited dispatch officer waved at a superior to pick up an extension telephone. As the man continued to talk, the graveyard shift officers punched buttons on the telephone, frantically trying to set up a trace. Then the line went dead. Someone had pushed the wrong button and cut off the caller.
The startled officers in the police station began a tense wait, praying the disturbed young man would re-dial their number. While they waited, they arranged with the telephone company to place a tracer on the call immediately, if it came. Each time the telephone rang, the men started in anticipation. At 6 A.M., he called again.
A two-man patrol car originally had been dispatched to the phone booth when Pueblo police headquarters had been alerted about the agitated caller to Santa Cruz. The California officers had warned their Colorado counterparts of the man's size and said that he probably was dangerous and armed. Patrolman Martinez, who had been just a few blocks away from the booth, took the assignment because of his location and he was warned about the suspect, too. '^
When they said on the police radio that he was 6-9 and 280 pounds, I couldn't see anyone that big," Martinez was quoted. "I moved into the area and spotted him in the phone booth with his back to me.
"Then I put on my red lights, pulled my revolver and eased from the cruiser," Martinez continued. “I wasn't taking any chances."
The 30-year-old officer, who is the father of three children, said that he had walked cautiously up to the phone booth, then tapped on the glass. "First I came up, he hadn't noticed me yet and I checked his hands to see if he was armed.
"He was still talking to Santa Cruz when I came up. When I told him to move outside, he asked 'What do I do with the phone?' I told him just to drop it."
His prisoner just walked out of the phone booth, Martinez went on, then leaned against it while the officer searched him.
"It took about four minutes for the backup car to arrive," Martinez recalled, "but to me it seemed like four hours."' According to the arresting officer, a quick look in Kemper's car, parked near the booth, showed him there was enough ammunition in it "to hold off an army for about a week.
"It's not likely that I'll ever make as big an arrest again," Martinez told newsmen.
Kemper, who Pueblo Chief of Police Robert Mayber sized up as "big enough to beat a mountain lion with a switch," had surrendered without a struggle. He reportedly stepped from the booth with his arms together out front, indicating his willingness to be handcuffed. Asked where his weapons were, he indicated the trunk of a nearby rental car, obtained in Nevada. Inside, officers found a shotgun, a rifle, a carbine and 100 rounds of ammunition.
Kemper seemed almost driven to confess the Northern California murders, telling where and how he killed his victims, how he dismembered their bodies (usually with an ornamental saber) and where he hid the pieces. Chief Mayber, at that point, knew little of the string of killings to which Kemper was referring but he thought the man sounded authentic. Turning to another officer, he said:
"With that kind of detail, I believe he knows what he's talking about."
Kemper told them he had killed ten people in all and he was afraid he was about to kill some more.
It all started, he said, nine years ago —when he was just 15 years old and a mere 6-foot-4, 160 pounds. He was staying with his grandparents—Mr, and Mrs. Edmund Emil Kemper—at their farm house in North Fork, a Sierra-Nevada foothill community in central California.
He didn't like being there and he had heard some talk that he was going to be sent to live with his father in Van Nuys in Southern California. He didn't like that either. He was just "mad at the world" when he saw his grandmother sitting at her typewriter, putting the finishing touches to one of those boys' adventure stories she wrote. He took a gun and shot her twice in the back of the head. Then, taking up a ten-inch kitchen knife, he stabbed her twice because "I didn't think she was dead and I didn't want her to suffer."
When Kemper's grandfather drove up to the house later, he stepped from the car and greeted his grandson with a wave and a smile. When he turned back to take out some packages, Kemper shot him in the back of the head, "because I didn't want him to see what I had done."
He hid his grandfather's body in the closet, then experienced overwhelming feelings of sorrow for what he had done. He called his mother at her home, which then was in Helena, Mont., and sobbed his confession. She called the sheriff. As deputies were en route to the farmhouse, Kemper himself called the sheriff to report his crimes.
Kemper was tried in Juvenile Court and found insane. He was sent to Atascadero (Cal.) State Hospital, where, five years later, he was pronounced cured. The hospital turned him over to the California Youth Authority, which released him after two years imprisonment.
The hulking young man went to work for the State Division of Highways as a laborer, but fantasized about going into police work of some kind. First, he had to get his juvenile court record sealed. To do that, he had to convince two psychiatrists that he was normal, no longer a danger to others.
But Kemper knew he was not normal. He had bizarre sexual fantasies about the young women he found in the free world around him. And they were so available. All he would have to do would be to pick up one of the pretty young hitchhikers.
On May 7, 1972, the tormented young giant gave in to his desires. He picked up Mary Ann Peso and Anita Luchessa on a Berkeley street corner. On the pretext of driving them to Stanford, he headed his auto south. Near Hayward, he turned off onto a lonely road and easily overpowered the young women, fatally stabbing each.
Stuffing the bodies into the trunk of his 1969 Ford, he drove back to his apartment in Alameda. After nightfall, he dragged their bodies to his room, then ceremonially dismembered them, experiencing great sexual release.
Later, he placed the butchered bodies in plastic bags and stored them in his bedroom closet overnight, he said, then carried them to his car in boxes the next morning and headed south. In Santa Cruz County, he dumped the remains on Loma Prieta Mountain. He remembered the exact place, he said, and would lead the police to it.
The urge overcame him again the night of September 14, he said, when he saw pretty little Aiko Koo hitchhiking near the bus stop in Berkeley. Once she was in his car, he forced her to ride with him to the Bonnie Doon area of Santa Cruz. He smothered her there, covering her mouth and nose with his oversized hand until she was dead. Using his ornamental saber, he dismembered her body with mounting excitement. He deposited her remains in scattered parts of the county the next day. He remembered most of the places, he said.
Actually, not all of Aiko Koo's remains were left in Santa Cruz County that day. He kept her head in the trunk of his car. In fact, he recalled with a smile, her head was in his car trunk on September 16, when he went to Fresno and was examined by two court-appointed psychiatrists in his effort to have his records sealed.
Kemper was given a clean bill of health by the two medical men.
"He has made an excellent response to the years of treatment. I see no psychiatric reason to consider him to be of danger to himself or any other member of society," one of them wrote.
The other suggested Kemper's motorcycle and his driving habits were "more of a threat to his life and health than any threat he is presently to anyone else."
The records were sealed a month later, despite the objection of District Attorney Hanhart that they should have been kept open for at least ten more years.
On January 8, 1973, Kemper said, he picked up Cynthia Schall in Santa Cruz and drove her to Watsonville, where he shot her with his .22-caliber rifle. Since it was daytime and his mother was at work at the university, he brought the body back to his mother's apartment. Using his bedroom there, he thoroughly dismembered the young girl's body, placing most of the remains inside plastic bags in boxes in his closet. Her head, he said, he took into the apartment courtyard and buried near a stepping stone with the face turned toward his bedroom window.
The next day, he scattered the other remains over a two-county radius, driving up and down Highway 1, stopping at cliff sides to make his grisly deposits.
When he picked up Alice Liu and Rosalind Thorpe on the Santa Cruz campus on February 5, he drove them only a short distance before the girls realized he wasn't taking them back to town, he said. He pulled to the side of the road and hurriedly shot them both with his rifle. He beheaded them that night and dumped their bodies in Alameda County and heads in San Mateo County the next day,
He started brooding, Kemper said, after the sheriff's deputy came to his mother's apartment in April and took away the .44 Magnum revolver he had purchased. He felt lawmen must be "onto me" and had come to the apartment mainly "to size me up." He wanted to spare his mother the heartbreak of knowing he was once again a killer.
Early on the morning of April 21, he crept to his mother's bedroom and struck her a massive blow to the back of the head with a claw hammer. He then stripped her nude, cut off her head and right hand, then placed her in the closet.
Later that day, he inexplicably called his mother's close friend, Mrs. Hallet, and asked her to come over to the apartment. He was going to take them out for dinner, he said. When she arrived, he strangled her with his hands and placed her body in the other closet.
He loaded his guns into Mrs. Hallet's car, he said, and drove down to the Jury Room for a couple drinks. Then he headed out of state. In Reno, he abandoned that car and rented one.
That, he said, was about it.
Santa Cruz County authorities, by that time, had confirmed the truth of Kemper's claim to have killed his mother and her friend. They found them in the closets in the bedroom. The bed, which Kemper apparently had used as an operating table, was soaked through with blood to the springs. A claw hammer and curved, three-foot saber with scabbard were found nearby.
As officers carried the bloodstained bed from the house, Claire Scali, an upstairs neighbor, told her sisters she had heard the officers say Ed Kemper had killed his mother and another woman and all the coeds.
The girls wondered if some of the young women had been cut up in the apartment below them. They remembered seeing Kemper carry cardboard boxes "in and out of the apartment all the time."
They also recalled talking with Kemper about the killings of the college girls.
"It must be some crazy person doing all this," he had told them, they recalled.
Two days later, the police reappeared at the Kemper apartment and went into the backyard. As the girls upstairs watched, they went to a stepping stone in the courtyard and started digging. Two feet into the. earth they stopped. One of the men, in plain clothes and plastic gloves reached down and carefully extracted a human skull from the hole.
"When we first heard he was confessing all this stuff, we thought it might be for the publicity," said Claire. "But we changed our minds when the officers dug up that head."
A team of three officers from the Santa Cruz police department and sheriff's office flew back to Pueblo to question Kemper further. When the big man waived extradition—telling the judge who offered to appoint an attorney for him, "I don't think that's necessary”—and said he wanted to come back and face trial, the officers set out with him for California in the rented car, but not before he had a laugh when the local police couldn't find the key to his handcuffs, which he had asked to have removed to smoke.
In Reno, they decided, they would leave that car and proceed to Santa Cruz in Mrs. Hallet's auto.
As they motored across country, Kemper rode in the back seat, shackled and handcuffed and scrunched down to avoid attracting attention. At night, Kemper stayed in local jails. During the days, they stopped for lunch at drive-in restaurants. At one point, they were stopped for lunch when two attractive young women walked by the car.
Kemper vomited violently, then apologized, saying that was a common reaction for him when he saw an attractive woman, police reported. While Kemper was en route home, lawmen with a search warrant impounded his yellow Ford with the whiplash antenna, found parked near the Aptos apartment. From the passenger compartment, they extracted strands of human hair—some blonde, some dark—a blood-streaked back seat, a whole clip of ,30-caliber ammunition and a spent bullet lodged in an interior panel of the car.
From the trunk, they meticulously collected more hair snarled in the trunk latch, a short-handled shovel, a tan cotton raincoat, a plastic water bottle and an enamel dish pan.
When Kemper and his escorts arrived in the Bay Area, they stopped first in Alameda County, where he led lawmen through his apartment and to sites where he encountered his victims and where he deposited the bodies of two of them. They stopped briefly in San Mateo County, where he had dropped off the skulls of the two Santa Cruz coeds.
After four days, they arrived at the Santa Cruz County line where 20 sheriff's deputies, anticipating further explorations of burial sites, were waiting. When Kemper saw the small army of lawmen, he was upset.
"This is no circus to me, man. Get me out of here," he bellowed,
When he calmed down, he led the sheriff's deputies on a six-hour tour of the county. The tour yielded:
—A decomposed, headless body believed to belong to Mary Ann Peso in a shallow grave near Old Santa Cruz Highway, off Summit Road.
—A bone, possibly a human pelvis, and some clothing in a rugged canyon near Loma Prieta Mountain.
—An arm in a plastic bag at the bottom of a steep canyon off Rodeo Gulch Road.
—What may be the skeleton of Aiko Koo from a makeshift grave off Two-Bar Road near Boulder Creek.
—Personal items of some of the young women, on a ledge below a cliff where Kemper said he threw parts of Cynthia Schall.
All burial and deposit sites were within a 20-mile radius of Kemper's mother's apartment.
On April 30, Kemper was charged in Santa Cruz Municipal Court with eight counts of murder. He was arraigned and Chang said he would take the case to the county grand jury. The district attorney also had harsh words for the psychiatric profession for its apparent inability to identify persons who are dangerous to others.
On May 28, Kemper reportedly twice tried to commit suicide while being held in a Santa Cruz jail cell. He slashed his arm with a pen clip, obtained from an unknown source, and received hospital treatment, then tried again when back in jail.
EDITOR'S NOTE: The names Harry Ellis and Claire Scali are not the actual names of the persons who were in fact participants in the incidents described in this article.
Article on Edmund Kemper from Inside Detective, August 1974
Just a few hours after California's mass murderer Edmund Kemper, 24, was convicted on eight counts of first degree murder, he kept a promise and granted me an exclusive interview. It was not my first person-to-person talk with the young killer.
As a reporter assigned to cover the grisly murder investigation (I’ll Show You Where I Buried the Pieces of Their Bodies, August INSIDE, 1973) and the trial, I had, by chance, chatted with him a few weeks before his trial, as he was waiting at the Santa Cruz County courthouse for a conference with his lawyer.
I wrote a story about our meeting and my impressions of him and he liked it, thus came his promise of an interview once the trial was ended. Kemper had warned me the court hearings on the gory sex-killings of six coeds and the subsequent murders of his mother and her best friend probably would turn my stomach. They did.
As a sex-starved young man in what should have been a peak of his virility, he was sexually and socially so uncertain of himself that he began to prey on hitchhiking coeds, not as a rapist, but as a murderer and necrophiliac.
"At first I picked up girls just to talk to them, just to try to get acquainted with people my own age and try to strike up a friendship," he had told investigators. Then he began to have sex fantasies about the girls he picked up hitchhiking, but feared being caught and convicted as a rapist So, he said: "I decided to mix the two and have a situation of rape and murder and no witnesses and no prosecution."
Kemper’s first two victims were 18-year-old Fresno State college coeds, Mary Ann Pesce and Anita Luchessa whom he stabbed to death May 7, 1972, after he picked them up in Berkeley.
"I had full intentions of killing them. I would loved to have raped them, but not having any experience at all..." he trailed off.
He disclosed that, despite the fact he killed Miss Pesce, she had awakened a feeling of tenderness in him that none of his other victims did. "I was really quite struck by her personality and her looks and there was just almost a reverence there," he said.
Kemper decapitated the girls' corpses, burying Miss Pesce's body in a redwood grove along a mountain highway and casting that of Miss Luchessa out in the brush on a hillside. He kept their heads for a time and then hurled them down a steep slope of a ravine.
The girls were listed as "missing persons" for months until Miss Pesce's head was found by hikers and, subsequently, identified through dental charts. Kemper later led investigators to the grave where he had buried her.
"Sometimes, afterward, I visited there ... to be near her ... because I loved her and wanted her," he said on the witness stand.
Miss Luchessa's head and body never were found.
A month after Miss Pesce's head was discovered, Kemper chose another victim. Beautiful Aiko Koo, 15, a talented Oriental dancer, was hitchhiking from her home in Berkeley to a dance class in San Francisco. She never arrived. Kemper literally snuffed out her life in the darkness of an isolated spot in the mountains above the city of Santa Cruz.
Her mouth was taped shut and he pinched her nostrils together until she suffocated. Then he raped her inert body and put it in the trunk of his car. A few miles away, he stopped at a country bar "for a few beers."
Before going into the bar, he opened the trunk to make sure she was dead. He told investigators:
"I suppose as I was standing there looking, I was doing one of those triumphant things, too, admiring my work and admiring her beauty, and I might say admiring my catch like a fisherman."
Kemper also spoke of a sense of exultation in his killings:
"I just wanted the exaltation over the party. In other words, winning over death. They were dead and I was alive. That was the victory in my case."
He said of the act of decapitation, "I remember it was very exciting … there was actually a sexual thrill … It was kind of an exalted triumphant type thing, like taking the head of a deer or an elk or something would be to a hunter.
"I was the hunter and they were the victims."
On the witness stand, though, Kemper testified that "death never entered as a factor" in the coed killings. He said:
"Alive, they were distant, not sharing with me. I was trying to establish a relationship and there was no relationship there...
"When they were being killed, there wasn't anything going on in my mind except that they were going to be mine ... That was the only way they could be mine." (Kemper testified that as a child of eight he had killed his pet cat, which had transferred its affections to his two sisters, "to make it mine.")
His desire to possess the coeds led Kemper even further than murder, he revealed in court. In his fantasies he literally made two of the girls "a part of me" by eating "parts of them."
Of all his coed victims he said: "They were like spirit wives... I still had their spirits. I still have them," he declared in the courtroom.
Kemper did not kill again until after he bought a .22-caliber pistol in January of this year.
"I went bananas after I got that .22," he told me.
The day he bought it he fatally shot coed Cynthia Schall, a 19-year-old Santa Cruz girl, in the trunk of his car. He carried her body into his mother's apartment near Santa Cruz, kept it in his bedroom closet over night and dissected it in the bathtub the next day while his mother was at work.
He buried the girl's head in the back yard "with her face turned toward my bedroom window and, sometimes at night, I talked to her, saying love things, the way you do to a girlfriend or wife."
Less than a month later, Kemper picked up two girls, Rosalind Thorpe, 23, and Alice Liu, 21, on the campus of the University of California at Santa Cruz (UCSC). He shot them both to death in the car before driving off campus and later cut off their heads in the trunk of his car while it was parked in the street in front of his mother's apartment.
He told investigators the killings came on an impulse bom out of anger with his mother.
"My mother and I had had a real tiff. I was pissed. I told her I was going to a movie and I jumped up and went straight to the campus because it was still early.
"I said, the first girl that's halfway decent that I pick up, I'm gonna blow her brains out," he revealed.
Kemper's final killings were those of his mother, Mrs. Clarnell Strandberg, 52, and her best friend, Mrs. Sara Hallett, 59, in his mother's apartment on Easter weekend. Then he began a cross-country flight, in a rented car loaded with guns and ammunition, that ended in a decision to surrender, "so I wouldn't kill again."
On April 24, 1973, he was arrested in a public telephone booth in Pueblo, Colo., after he had called policemen he knew in Santa Cruz to say he was the coed killer and told them where to find the bodies of his mother and Mrs. Hallett.
The afternoon I went to see Kemper in the Santa Cruz County jail where he was being kept pending sentencing the next morning, I expected to talk to him for an hour or so, in the presence of a jailer. Instead, I spent over five hours alone with him, locked up in a tiny glass-walled room within sight but not sound of the jailer's desk. Though he wore manacles on his ankles, his hands were free.
Disarming as he is at times, more than once during the long afternoon I was reminded that I was sitting face to face with a six-foot, nine-inch 255-pound giant who had murdered and mutilated six coeds, beaten his sleeping mother to death with a hammer and strangled his mother's best friend in a matter of seconds. The frequent traffic of jailers and inmates past the glass wall was reassuring comfort.
My visit with Kemper was an unforgettable experience, inducing a collage of feelings. As he talked on and on, he was many things.
A lonely young man, grateful for companionship on the eve of what was certainly to be his last day outside prison.
An angry and bitter sibling recalling what he felt was rejection and a lack of love from a divorced father who "cared more for his second family than he did us."
A son who alternately hated and "loved" a mother he described as a "manhater" who had three husbands and "took her violent hatred of my father out on me."
A sometimes wry and boastful raconteur, chronicling the events of his life and a person quick to see the humorous side of things and laugh, even if the joke is on him.
An anguished and remorseful killer when speaking of the coeds whose bodies he had sexually assaulted after death and of the "pain" he had caused their families. "The day those fathers [of the Pesce and Luchessa girls] testified in court was very hard for me ... I felt terrible. I wanted to talk to them about their daughters, comfort them ... But what could I say?"
Kemper also was a person who momentarily precipitated in me a flush of terror and then allayed my misgivings by faultlessly assuming the role of the gracious host. He talked about the jury's verdict that morning. He had pleaded not guilty and not guilty by reason of insanity to each of the killings.
Court-appointed psychiatrists, called to testify by the prosecution, described Kemper as suffering from a "personality disorder," but said he was not criminally insane by California's legal standards. One doctor called Kemper a "sadistic sex maniac."
The jury found Kemper was guilty and sane.
He didn't disagree with the jury's verdict.
"I really wasn't surprised when it came out that way," he said. "There was just no way they could find me insane ... Society just isn't ready for that yet. Ten or 20 years from now they would have, but they're not going to take a chance."
But he expressed regret that the "sane" verdict would mean he would go to prison, instead of possibly returning to Atascadero state hospital.
Kemper spent five years at Atascadero after he murdered his grandparents in 1964 at the age of 15. He recalled with pride the job he'd held there as head of the psychological testing lab at the age of 19 and working directly under the hospital's chief psychologist. He said:
"I felt I definitely could have done a lot of good there, helping people return to the streets ... I could have fit in there quicker than anybody else...
"After all," he explained, "I grew up there. That used to be like my home.
"Basically, I was born there, you know. I have a lot of fond memories of the place ... And I don't know anybody else who has," he added with a rueful laugh.
It was there that he became a member of the Junior Chamber of Commerce. During his trial, he wore his membership pin in his lapel, apparently with pride.
Because of his intelligence and ability, he apparently was a valuable aide in psychological testing and research. "I helped to develop some new tests and some new scales on MMPI... You've probably heard of it ... the Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory," he said with a chuckle. "I helped to develop a new scale on that, the 'Overt Hostility Scale'... How's that for a..." He groped for a word.
"Ironic?" I suggested.
"Ironic note," he agreed. "There we go, it was an ironic note that I helped to develop that scale and then look what happened to me when I got back out on the streets."
Though Kemper couldn't give me a positive answer to why he did what he did, he partly blamed society, the courts and his parents as well, saying:
"I didn't have the supervision I should have had once I got out... I was supposed to see my parole officer every other week and a social worker the other week.
"I never did. I think if I had, I would have made it.
"Two weeks after I was on the streets, I got scared because I hadn't seen anyone.
"Finally, I called the district parole office and asked if I was doing something wrong... was I supposed to go to my parole officer, or would he come to see me, I asked."
Kemper said the man on the phone asked him, "What's the matter, you got a problem?" When Kemper told him, "no," the man replied, "Well, we're awfully busy with people who have; we'll get to you."
Kemper blamed the court for counteracting the plan of Atascadero doctors to release him in stages geared to get him accustomed to the world outside again. He said they planned to send him to a "halfway house" environment where he would still have counseling, have a chance to get acquainted with girls at social functions and become aware of persons in his own age group.
"When I got out on the street it was like being on a strange planet. People my age were not talking the same language. I had been living with people older than I was for so long that I was an old fogey."
Instead, Kemper was sent to a California Youth Authority institution by court order, only to be released abruptly five months later, paroled to the custody of a mother who was "an alcoholic and constantly bitched and screamed at me."
Kemper looked down at his hands and said, "She loved me in her way and despite all the violent screaming and yelling arguments we had, I loved her, too." "But," he continued, "she had to manage your life... and interfere in your personal affairs."
He said his mother was a "big, ugly, awkward woman who was six feet tall and she was always trying to get me to go out with girls who were just like her... friends of hers from the campus." (His mother was an administrative assistant at UCSC.)
"I may not be so much to look at myself," Kemper said with a laugh, "but I have always gone after pretty girls."
All of his hitchhiking coed victims were pretty and, with the exception of one girl, were small and delicate in stature.
Of his father, he said, "he didn't want me around, because I upset his second wife. Before I went to Atascadero, my presence gave her migraine headaches; when I came out she was going to have a heart attack if I came around."
It was because of that, Kemper said, that he was "shipped off" to his paternal grandparents to live in "complete isolation" on a California mountain top with "my senile grandfather" and "my grandmother who thought she had more balls than any man and was constantly emasculating me and my grandfather to prove it.
"I couldn't please her... It was like being in jail... I became a walking time bomb and I finally blew ... It was like that the second time, with my mother."
Kemper's mother. He killed her with a hammer, cut off her head and threw darts at it, cut out her larynx and put it in the garbage disposal, then had sex with her corpse.
Kemper laughed as he recalled an incident with his grandmother when she left him home alone one day but took his grandfather's .45 automatic with her in her purse, because she was afraid he might "play" around with it in her absence. His grandparents were going to Fresno on a monthly shopping trip. He recalled:
"I saw her big black pocketbook bulging as she went out the door and I said to myself, 'Why that old bitch, she's taking the gun with her, because she doesn't trust me, even though I promised I wouldn't touch it.'"
He said he looked in his grandfather's bureau drawer and "sure enough the gun was gone from its usual place...
"I toyed with the idea of calling the chief of police in Fresno and telling him 'there's a little old lady walking around town with a forty-five in her purse and she's planning a holdup' and then give him my grandmother's description."
He laughed appreciatively at the idea and asked me: "How do you suppose she would have talked herself out of that?" There were moments, prior to her death, when he felt like punishing his mother, too. Kemper told investigators he had killed his mother to spare her the suffering and shame that knowledge of his crimes would bring. But, he said, as he sat in the little room with me:
"There were times when she was bitching and yelling at me that I felt like retaliating and walking over to the telephone in her presence and calling the police, to say, 'Hello, I'm the coed killer,' just to lay it on her."
Kemper's testimony in court revealed his desire to punish his mother did not end with the fatal hammer blow. He cut off his mother's head, "put it on a shelf and screamed at it for an hour ... threw darts at it," and ultimately, "smashed her face in," he recalled for the horrified court.
Once during the long afternoon, a deputy brought us in some coffee. Another one came to inquire if Kemper needed any medication. (Under doctor's orders he was allowed to have tranquillizers as required and sleeping pills at night.)
The jail nurse also came in while I was there and changed the bandage on his wrist where he had slashed an artery in one of his four suicide attempts after his arrest.
"Would you like to see my wound," he said, holding his arm out to me.
(The cutting instrument he had used to make the suicidal incision had been fashioned from the metal casing of a ball point pen I had given him. Jailers at the neighboring San Mateo county jail, where he was kept for security reasons after two suicide attempts in Santa Cruz, had failed to remove the pen from his folder of papers when Kemper returned from court.)
He had previously assured me, "It's not your fault." He tried to explain his suicide attempts, saying that he did not have a suicidal feeling when he was first "locked up." Then the "kindness and respect with which I was treated by the people [jail personnel] after a while started to get to me ...
"I started feeling like I didn't deserve all that nice treatment after what I had done ... and I guess that's why I started cutting myself up."
Kemper also talked about his previous statements that, if he were sent to prison he would kill someone so he could die in the gas chamber, and indicated he had had a change of heart.
"I guess you heard me say that I wanted to kill 'Herbie' Mullin, my fellow mass murderer," he said. (The Mullin story, Chalk Up Another for Mr. Kill-Crazy, appeared in the June, 1973, issue of INSIDE DETECTIVE.)
"Well, there was a time when I thought it would be a good solution for everyone.
"It would be good for society and save everyone a bundle of money. Instead of spending thousands and thousands of dollars to lock the two of us up for life to protect us from people and people from us...."
Kemper had told investigators and psychiatrists he thought he would kill again if he ever were released. He also admitted under cross examination by District Attorney Peter Chang that he had fantasized killing "thousands of people," including Chang himself. He said:
"I figured that if I killed him [Mullin] and then they sent me to the gas chamber, it would be a good solution to the problem.
"I know I'd never get a chance to though and I don't have any intention of killing him or anyone else...."
(Mullin was convicted of two counts of first degree murder and eight counts of second degree murder in the shooting deaths of ten persons he killed during a 21-day rampage early in 1973 in Santa Cruz County. Five of the victims were complete strangers to him. He said he killed three others in 1972.)
Kemper and Mullin were next-door neighbors in their security prisoner cellblock at the San Mateo County jail before Mullin was tried and convicted. Kemper made no secret of his disdain for Mullin from the first moment of their meeting in San Mateo.
"You're a no-class killer," he taunted him.
During Kemper's trial, under questioning from Chang, Kemper admitted he had thrown water through the cell bars onto Mullin to "shut him up when he was disturbing everybody by singing off-key in his high-pitched, squeaky voice."
Kemper added, though, "When he was a good boy, I gave him peanuts. He liked peanuts."
Kemper said of the alternate water treatment and the peanuts, "It was behavioral modification treatment... The jailers were very pleased with me."
“You know, though," Kemper told me, as he looked out of the window in the little room, "It really sticks in my craw that Mullin only got two 'firsts' and I got eight.
"He was just a cold-blooded killer, running over a three-week period killing everybody he saw for no good reason."
He paused for a moment, then broke into laughter, saying, "I guess that's kind of hilarious, my sitting here so self-righteously talking, like that, after what I've done."
When Kemper assured me that he had given up thoughts of trying to take his own life again, I asked him what he planned to do with the rest of his years in prison. He told me he knew he would be locked up in tight security for the first few years and that he thought he would try to do a lot of reading and studying. "I've always loved science and math," he said, "and I'd also like to study French and German.
”After that, I hope, I can find a way to help other people . . . Maybe they can study me and find out what makes people like me do the things they do."
(The next morning. Judge Harry F. Brauer sentenced Kemper to life in prison and told him he was going to recommend "in the strongest terms possible" that Kemper not be released for "the rest of your natural life.")
One relationship that obviously has touched Kemper is that with Bruce Colomy, Santa Cruz County sheriff's deputy. Colomy has been with Kemper more than any other officer, transporting him to and from San Mateo County Jail to Santa Cruz for court appearances and remaining with him at all times when he was out of his cell.
Kemper said of Colomy, only a few years older than himself, "He's more like a father to me than anyone I have ever known ... He's like the father I wish I had had."
(Deputy Colomy told me later that one of the last things Kemper did before he left the Santa Cruz courthouse for state prison was to remove his cherished Junior Chamber of Commerce membership pin from his coat lapel "and give it to me." The deputy said, "Ed looked at it for a long time and tears came to his eyes. Then he handed it to me and said, 'Here, I want you to have it.'")
For all of his seeming ability to relate to people in an animated and warm exchange, Kemper also has the ability to withdraw without warning into a kind of frightening reverie, reliving his acts of violence. I watched it happen.
He had paused in his outpouring of talk about himself and looked at me curiously.
"You haven't asked the questions I expected a reporter to ask," he said.
"What do you mean," I replied. "Give me some examples."
He drawled, "Oh, what is it like to have sex with a dead body? ... What does it feel like to sit on your living room couch and look over and see two decapitated girls' heads on the arm of the couch?" (He interjected an unsolicited answer: "The first time, it makes you sick to your stomach.")
He continued, "What do you think, now, when you see a pretty girl walking down the street?"
Again, an unsolicited answer: "One side of me says, 'Wow, what an attractive chick. I'd like to talk to her, date her.'
"The other side of me says, "I wonder how her head would look on a stick?'"
Kemper in court with Deputy Bruce Colomy, of whom he said "He is more like a father to me than anyone I have ever known ... He's like the father I wish had had."
(The public defender appointed as Kemper's attorney told jurors in his closing argument: "There are two people locked up in the body of this young giant, one good and one evil... One is fighting to be here with us and the other is slipping off to his own little world of fantasy where he is happy."
"Oh, for God's sake, Ed," I said, just a trifle piqued by the feeling he was putting me on and hoping that was it, "the jury found you legally sane and I agree with that. But, at the same time, I can't help but believe that, as you yourself said, you must have been sick when you did the things you did.
Kemper, himself, earlier had told me he thought his actions were that of a "demented person."
"In my estimation," I continued, "it doesn't make any more sense to ask a delirious patient what he's thinking than it would to ask you what you were thinking when these things were going on."
Despite that, for the first time, he began to detail to me how he killed one of his victims. The illustration he chose made me even more uncomfortable. It was the killing of Mrs. Hallett, not a coed but a mature woman, like me.
Kemper straightened up in his chair and began a graphic description. "I came up behind her and crooked my arm around her neck, like this," he said, bending his powerful arm in front of himself at chin level.
"I squeezed and just lifted her off the floor. She just hung there and, for a moment, I didn't realize she was dead ... I had broken her neck and her head was just wobbling around with the bones of her neck disconnected in the skin sack of her neck."
He began to wobble his head around, never changing the position of his arms and gazing fixedly at me. His jail-pale face had become slightly flushed, his eyes glazed, his breath coming a little quickly and he stuttered almost imperceptibly as, he spoke.
"Holy Christ," I said to myself, "what am I doing here?"
I reached for a cigarette in my pocket and said the first thing that came into my mind to try and change the subject without showing I was upset. "Have you always been so strong, Ed," I asked in a nonchalant tone.
"No," he replied. "As a matter of fact..." he relaxed and then we were off and talking about other more comfortable topics.
The sky outside the windows of the little room had grown dark and I made efforts to leave, saying I had been "virtually incommunicado all day as far as my family was concerned and they would wonder why I had not arrived for dinner."
Kemper was reluctant for me to go. "Well, you can always tell them later, you have been over talking with Ed Kemper all afternoon," he laughed.
As it turned out, though, I stayed for dinner with Ed. The trusty had brought his dinner and it was getting cold. When I insisted that we should stop talking and that Kemper should eat, the jailer invited me to stay for dinner.
"Big Ed" urged me to accept and I did. He carried the trays into the little room himself and arranged them on the desk chairs. We chatted as we ate and he was the host. He ate hungrily and I noticed he had finished his rice with meat sauce. I had more than I could eat, so I offered to share. What seemed like a large portion to me must have been but a morsel to a large man like him.
He gratefully accepted the added food, but cautioned me as I scraped it from my tray on to his, "Save some for yourself."
I gave him my milk as well, saying, "I really hate milk, you can have it."
"Do you?" he said. "I love it."
When dinner was over, I said I must go and, when he got up and proceeded toward the door, I said, "Do you think you could knock on the window and get the jailer to spring me, Ed?"
He laughed and replied, "I'll try."
He stood in the doorway, his hair brushing the top of the door jamb, watching me leave, as if he were graciously bidding a guest goodbye from his home.
He said to a deputy, "Could I have some matches?" (I had been lighting his cigarets all afternoon with my lighter.)
The sergeant on duty at the desk said to the deputy, "He can't have any matches, but light his cigarette for him." Kemper looked at me and grinned like a teenager. "Yesterday," he said, "I had matches, but isn't it funny when you're convicted, you immediately become combustible."
"Well, Ed," I retorted, "if you'd learn to stay out of trouble, you wouldn't find yourself in these predicaments."
"Right on," he said, with a final salute of his hand and a smile.
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SERIAL KILLER DVDS: We are proud to offer the largest selection of Serial Killer DVDs on the planet. These DVDs contain a wide variety of hard to find footage (such as unaired news footage of trials, interviews and parole hearings and the uncut footage taken by Chicago police as they dig bodies from John Wayne Gacys crawl space). It has taken years to find these videos and rather then charge an outrageous price, we are offering these DVDs to our loyal customers for only $10 each.
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THE VERY RARE LAST INTERVIEW OF TED BUNDY BEFORE HIS EXECUTION (PLUS OTHER RARE FOOTAGE)
The all American boy next next door, Ted Bundy, was one of the world's most vile and sadistic killers. He claimed never to commit these crimes however until weeks before he was executed. This DVD includes the two very rare last interviews where Bundy spills the beans and tells all. This is a must have for any serious collector and comes with amazing cover art by Johnny machine!
PRICE : $10
THE SON OF SAM - RARE FOOTAGE OF DAVID BERKOWITZ
This DVD includes hours of rare and lost footage of the Son of Sam, David Berkowitz (including the rare interview where David Berkowitz admits that he was not alone in the killings and his connection to a satanic cult)!
PRICE : $10
VERY RARE UNEDITED POLICE FOOTAGE OF JOHN WAYNE GACY (AT GACY’S HOUSE IN 1978) ON DVD
This is an ultra rare DVD containing footage of serial killer John Wayne Gacy (AKA Pogo The Killer Clown). Contained on this amazing DVD is over an hour of unedited, uncut raw video taken by the Chicago Police in 1978 while they dug for bodies in Gacy’s house. Also on this DVD is rare interviews and footage of Gacy before and after his arrest! This is truly a collectors item for any one interested in true crime.
PRICE : $10
THE CAPTURE OF RICHARD RAMIREZ - THE NIGHTSTALKER
This is a rare collection of local news report when Richard "The Night Stalker" Ramirez was captured by an angry mob wanting justice, Richard was one of the most violent serial killers that ever lived and left many people dead or severely impared from his violent killing spree.
PRICE : $10
RARE FOOTAGE OF RICHARD RAMIREZ (NIGHTSTALKER) ON DVD
This is a rare collection of local news footage and interviews with Richard "The Night Stalker" Ramirez.
PRICE : $10
JEFFREY DAHMER : CONFESSIONS OF A SERIAL KILLER
This is the full 90 minute interview between Stone Philips and Jeffery Dahmer. Pretty wild stuff.
PRICE : $10
RARE JEFFREY DAHMER TELEVISION APPEARANCES
This is a rare collection of local news reports and interviews of serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer during the 1990s.
PRICE : $10
HORROR IN MILWAUKEE - HOURS OF RARE JEFFREY DAHMER FOOTAGE AND ORIGINAL NEWS CLIPS
THIS DVD INCLUDES HOURS OF RARE AND LOST FOOTAGE OF JEFFREY DAHMER.
PRICE : $10
RARE FOOTAGE OF THE JEFFREY DAHMER TRIAL ON DVD
This DVD includes over an hour of hard to find footage taken during the Jeffrey Dahmer trial. You will see evidence, witnesses, angry family members and Jeffrey Dahmer himself take the stand. This is a must have for any true collector of the strange and macabre.
PRICE : $10
BIZARRE RARE HOME MADE INTERVIEW WITH OJ SIMPSON
Produced in 1996, this rare home video marks one of the most bizarre points of athlete, actor and suspected murderer OJ Simpson’s life. Apparently OJ was frustrated that everybody thought he was guilty, so he produced this video in order to clear his name, reputation…and to find the real killer of Ron and Nicole. That being said, here’s the setup--the majority of the video consists of a one-on-one, no holds barred interview between OJ Simpson and a journalist named Ross Becker. He was allowed to ask any question he wanted (excluding questions about his kids, personal finances, or post trial legal matters) directly to OJ and demand a full response. This interview was billed was “the questions and answers you would have heard if OJ had taken the stand”…After that grilling, OJ personally takes you on the tour of his estate…the scene of the murders…inside his home, and around his yard. He tries to work through bits of incriminating evidence during this tour, hoping that he can be vindicated in the public arena….but he only seems to dig himself deeper. Watch in amazement as this weird spectacle unfolds before your eyes….He definitely should not have made this video.
PRICE : $10
RARE CONFESSION FOOTAGE OF GERALD PARKER PART 1
Known as the "Bedroom Basher," serial rapist Gerald Parker thought he had gotten away with murder until DNA testing linked him to the murder of five women and an unborn child in Orange County, California. Police and Navy officials believe Gerald might be responsible for even more killings, specifically three other dead women in Orange County.
PRICE : $10
RARE CONFESSION FOOTAGE OF GERALD PARKER PART 2
Known as the "Bedroom Basher," serial rapist Gerald Parker thought he had gotten away with murder until DNA testing linked him to the murder of five women and an unborn child in Orange County, California. Police and Navy officials believe Gerald might be responsible for even more killings, specifically three other dead women in Orange County.
PRICE : $10
ARMAGEDON IN WACO : RARE DAVID KORESH FOOTAGE ON DVD
This is an ultra rare DVD containing footage of the standoff at Waco Texas. The Branch Davidians are a sect that originated from a schism in 1955 from the Davidian Seventh Day Adventists, themselves former members of the Seventh-day Adventist Church who were disfellowshipped during the 1930s. They are best known for the 1993 siege of their Center near Waco, Texas, by the ATF and the FBI, which resulted in the deaths of 76 of the church's members, including head figure David Koresh.
PRICE : $10
ULTRA RARE HEAVEN'S GATE CULT INITIATION TAPE ON DVD
In 1997 Marshall Applewhite
convinced thirty-eight followers to commit suicide
so that their souls could take a ride on a spaceship
that they believed was hiding behind the comet
carrying Jesus. Ummm... yeah... I guess that kind
of makes sen... WHAT?! This DVD is the very rare Heavens Gate initiation tape that Marshall Applewhite used to collect
new members to the UFO cult and convince them
to ultimately castrate themselves and drink a
Jim Jones cocktail. This DVD is hours of creepy cult craziness
and believe me, you will see Applewhites strange stare
long after the TV is turned off. You wont find this DVD anywhere else on the planet! Trust me folks. You have no idea how hard it was to find this thing.
PRICE : $10
OVER 100 RARE AND COMPLETE FBI FILES ON ONE DVD
This is the very rare FBI Files DVD. Thanks to the Freedom of Information Act,
we are proud to present you with this amazing Data DVD which includes over 100 rare and newly declassified FBI Files on some of the most interesting people, groups and events in world history. The files on this DVD are in PDF format and can be viewed on any computer.For your convience, this DVD is seperated in to folders (based on theme and person). Each of these folders contains the complete FBI file for that individual (most of which are well over 200 pages long)! These files can be viewed on any computer and are perfect for printing.
PRICE : $10
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CHARLES MANSON VS BILL STOUT : RARE INTERVIEW
Rare Charles Manson Interview
PRICE : $10
CHARLES MANSON VS ED SANDERS: RARE INTERVIEW
Rare Charles Manson Interview
PRICE : $10
CHARLES MANSON VS BILL MURPHY: RARE PRISON INTERVIEW
This is the very in depth BBC interview with Charles Manson.
PRICE : $10
CHARLES MANSON VS PENNY DANIELS : RARE PRISON INTERVIEW
CHARLES MANSON VS RON REAGAN JR : RARE PRISON INTERVIEW
Ron Reagan interviews Charles Manson
PRICE : $10
RARE LESLIE VAN HOUTEN 1977 INTERVIEW
Unedited footage of the entire interview Leslie Van Houten gave in 1977 after she was granted a re-trial (she eventually was convicted after a third trial in 1978: 7 years to life.) conducted inside the prison. Unique material.
PRICE : $10
RARE 1993 INTERVIEW WITH MANSON FAMILY MEMBER PATRICIA KRENWINKEL
PRICE : $10
RARE MANSON FAMILY NEWS FOOTAGE VOLUME ONE
This DVD contains the first 2 hours of 4 hours of raw footage of KTLA from the UCLA archives. Contents (both discs): News footage shot during the Tate-Labianca trial. News footage shot during the Hinman & Shea trials News footage shot during the trial following the Hawthorne gun store robbery. News footage shot during the Leslie Van Houten re-trials in 1977 & 1978. Footage of an interview with Bernard Crow (a.k.a. Lotsapoppa). Footage of interviews with prosecutors Vincent Bugliosi and Stephen Kay. Footage of interviews with Manson Family members Bruce Davis, Sandra Good. Nancy Pitman, and Leslie Van Houten. Footage of the arraignment of Kenneth Como, Catherine Share, Mary Brunner. Footage of Charles Manson, Susan Atkins, Steve Grogan and others.
PRICE : $10
RARE MANSON FAMILY NEWS FOOTAGE VOLUME TWO
This DVD contains the second 2 hours of 4 hours of raw footage of KTLA from the UCLA archives. Contents (both discs): News footage shot during the Tate-Labianca trial. News footage shot during the Hinman & Shea trials News footage shot during the trial following the Hawthorne gun store robbery. News footage shot during the Leslie Van Houten re-trials in 1977 & 1978. Footage of an interview with Bernard Crow (a.k.a. Lotsapoppa). Footage of interviews with prosecutors Vincent Bugliosi and Stephen Kay. Footage of interviews with Manson Family members Bruce Davis, Sandra Good. Nancy Pitman, and Leslie Van Houten. Footage of the arraignment of Kenneth Como, Catherine Share, Mary Brunner. Footage of Charles Manson, Susan Atkins, Steve Grogan and others.
PRICE : $10
RARE MANSON FAMILY NEWS FOOTAGE VOLUME THREE
This DVD contains the first 2 hours of 4 hours of footage from the NBC 2 archives. This volume contains raw footage of newscasts throughout the 1970s up to 1994.
PRICE : $10
RARE MANSON FAMILY NEWS FOOTAGE VOLUME FOUR
This DVD contains the second 2 hours of 4 hours of footage from the NBC 2 archives. This volume contains raw footage of newscasts throughout the 1970s up to 1994.
PRICE : $10
RARE MANSON FAMILY NEWS FOOTAGE VOLUME FIVE
This DVD contains raw footage from the CNN archives. Contents: Coverage of the press conference at the California Institution for Women following the parole hearing of Leslie Van Houten in 2002. Raw footage shot outside of the San Bernardino County courthouse of Van Houten's appearance before Judge Bob Krug with reactions of two lawyers for the Board of Parole Hearings, Van Houten's father Paul and Van Houten's attorney Christie Webb. Segments of several parole hearings over the years, among others Krenwinkel's 1985 hearing, Van Houten's 1987 hearing, Manson's 1989 hearing, Bruce Davis' 2000 hearing.
PRICE : $10
THE BEST OF CHARLES MANSONS 1980 INTERVIEWS ON DVD
Charles Manson 1980's Interviews With Tom Snyder, Penny Daniels, Charlie Rose, Nuel Emmons, Geraldo Rivera. This DVD is approx. 4 hr 20 mins Interesting, Great Research Material.
PRICE : $10
CHARLES MANSON VS CHARLIE ROSE : RARE PRISON INTERVIEW ON DVD
This is the full interview between Charlie Manson and Charlie Rose.
PRICE : $10
CHARLES MANSON VS GERALDO RIVERA (RARE UNCUT PRISON INTERVIEW TAKEN BY GUARDS)
Anyone who has seen the episode of Geraldo with Charles Manson knows that something didn't seem right. Well what Geraldo didn't count on is the fact that the prison staff had their own camera filming the entire interview! This is the uncut tape from the prison camera, see what really happened!
PRICE : $10
CHARLES MANSON VS TOM SNYDER : RARE PRISON INTERVIEW
This is the full interview between Charlie Manson and Tom Snyder. It has been said that this interview was the inspiration for much of the prison interview at the end of Natural Born Killers. This is trulyu one of Manson's best interviews and a must have for any crime history collector.
PRICE : $10
UNCUT CHARLES MANSON SUPERSTAR INTERVIEW
This is the complete uncut interview shown in Charles Manson Superstar.
PRICE : $10
RARE CHARLES MANSON PAROLE HEARING FOOTAGE FROM 1992-1997
This DVD includes very rare parole hearing footage from almost a decade of Charles Mansons Parole Hearings. This is truly a collectors item for any one interested in true crime.
PRICE : $10
NO SENSE MAKES SENSE : CHARLES MANSON
This DVD is a crazy cut up film put together in the 80s featuring a bunch of Charles Manson's rants. Also features rare Manson TV footage of the 70s trail.
PRICE : $10
CHARLIE'S ANGELS - RARE FOOTAGE OF THE MANSON FAMILY WOMEN ON DVD
THIS DVD INCLUDES HOURS OF RARE AND LOST FOOTAGE OF THE MANSON FAMILY WOMEN. ON THIS DVD YOU WILL FIND AN AMAZING COLLECTION OF PAROLE HEARINGS, HOME VIDEOS, INTERVIEWS, NEWS CLIPS AND HARD TO FIND RAW FOOTAGE NOT FOUND ANYWHERE ELSE!
PRICE : $10
CHARLES MANSON 1992 PAROLE HEARING
This is the 1992 Parole Hearing of Charles Manson.
PRICE : $10
CHARLES MANSON 1997 PAROLE HEARING
This is the 1997 Parole Hearing of Charles Manson.
PRICE : $10
2007 PAROLE HEARING OF CHARLES MANSON
SAN FRANCISCO (Reuters) - California denied parole on Wednesday to Charles Manson, one of America's most notorious mass murderers, in his 11th bid for release. California's Board of Parole Hearings said in a statement that Manson, 72, "continues to pose an unreasonable danger to others and may still bring harm to anyone he would come in contact with."
PRICE : $10
ALL IN THE (MANSON) FAMILY - RARE FOOTAGE OF THE MANSON FAMILY ON DVD
THIS DVD INCLUDES HOURS OF RARE AND LOST FOOTAGE OF THE MANSON FAMILY. ON THIS DVD YOU WILL FIND AN AMAZING COLLECTION OF PAROLE HEARINGS, HOME VIDEOS, INTERVIEWS, NEWS CLIPS AND HARD TO FIND RAW FOOTAGE NOT FOUND ANYWHERE ELSE!
PRICE : $10
1990 PAROLE HEARING OF MANSON FAMILY MEMBER PATRICIA KRENWINKEL
This DVD includes the very rare 1990 parole hearing of Manson Family killer, PATRICIA KRENWINKEL. This is truly a collectors item for any one interested in true
PRICE : $10
1997 PAROLE HEARING OF MANSON FAMILY MEMBER PATRICIA KRENWINKEL
This DVD includes the very rare 1997 parole hearing of Manson Family killer, PATRICIA KRENWINKEL. This is truly a collectors item for any one interested in true crime.
PRICE : $10
RARE 1991 PAROLE HEARING OF MANSON FAMILY MEMBER LESLIE VAN HOUTEN
You are bidding on the very rare 1991 parole hearing of Manson Family killer, Leslie Van Houten. This is truly a collectors item for any one interested in true crime. .
PRICE : $10
1999 PAROLE HEARING OF MANSON KILLER LESLIE VAN HOUTEN
You are bidding on the very rare 1999 parole hearing of Manson Family killer, Leslie Van Houten. This is truly a collectors item for any one interested in true crime.
PRICE : $10
2000 PAROLE HEARING OF MANSON FAMILY MEMBER LESLIE VAN HOUTEN
This DVD includes the very rare 2000 parole hearing of Manson Family killer, LESLIE VAN HOUTEN. This is truly a collectors item for any one interested in true crime.
PRICE : $10
1990 PAROLE HEARING OF MANSON FAMILY MEMBER CHARLES "TEX" WATSON
This DVD includes the very rare 1990 parole hearing of Manson Family killer, CHARLES TEX WATSON. This is truly a collectors item for any one interested in true crime.
PRICE : $10
1993 PAROLE HEARING OF MANSON FAMILY MEMBER SUSAN ATKINS
This DVD includes the very rare 1993 parole hearing of Manson Family killer, SUSAN ATKINS. This is truly a collectors item for any one interested in true crime.
PRICE : $10
2000 PAROLE HEARING OF MANSON FAMILY MEMBER SUSAN ATKINS
This DVD includes the very rare year 2000 parole hearing of Manson Family killer, SUSAN ATKINS. This is truly a collectors item for any one interested in true crime.
PRICE : $10
CHARLES (MANSON) IN CHARGE DVD VOLUME ONE
THIS DVD INCLUDES HOURS OF RARE AND LOST FOOTAGE FROM THE MANSON FAMILY. ON THIS DVD YOU WILL FIND AN AMAZING MIX OF RAW FOOTAGE, HOME VIDEOS, INTERVIEWS, PAROLE HEARINGS AND MUCH MUCH MORE!
PRICE : $10
CHARLES (MANSON) IN CHARGE DVD VOLUME TWO
THIS DVD INCLUDES HOURS OF RARE AND LOST FOOTAGE FROM THE MANSON FAMILY. ON THIS DVD YOU WILL FIND AN AMAZING COLLECTION OF INTERVIEWS WITH THE BIG BAD WOLF OF AMERICAN CRIME, CHARLES MANSON.
PRICE : $10
CHARLES (MANSON) IN CHARGE DVD VOLUME THREE
THIS DVD INCLUDES HOURS OF RARE AND LOST FOOTAGE FROM THE MANSON FAMILY. ON THIS DVD YOU WILL FIND AN AMAZING COLLECTION OF INTERVIEWS WITH THE BIG BAD WOLF OF AMERICAN CRIME, CHARLES MANSON.
PRICE : $10
CHARLES (MANSON) IN CHARGE DVD VOLUME FOUR
Starts off with a Hardcore copy exclusive with a pirated video from his jail cell and a segment on women who write him love letters, Some Christian Show with Tex Waston's born again wife and a long discussion about their marriage in prison, Another Christian show called "Pardoned From Above" also about Tex Watson's marriage and possible parole, Another Hardcopy Clip. Runs about 2 hours
PRICE : $10
CHARLES (MANSON) IN CHARGE DVD VOLUME FIVE
The first hour is Manson on Geraldo (The broadcast version, not the uncut version sold on this site), Then it has Maury Povich on a current affair talking about Manson, A clip of one of the Manson family talking collage classes in jail, Squeaky escaping prison, then a bunch of misc clips, runs about 2 hours
PRICE : $10
CHARLES (MANSON) IN CHARGE DVD VOLUME SIX
More random Charles Manson clips mostly from 1992. Runs about 2 hours
PRICE : $10
CHARLES (MANSON) IN CHARGE DVD VOLUME SEVEN
More Charles Manson clips from our massive collection.
PRICE : $10
WHITE RABBIT (RARE INTERROGATION OF MANSON FAMILY CONFIDANT) ON DVD
PRICE : $10
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