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Charles “Charlie” Manson died of natural causes Nov. 19, 2017. I never shed one tear. “Charlie,” was born Nov. 12, 1934 to Colonel Walker Henderson Scott, Sr. (father) Kathleen Maddox (mother) and William Manson (stepfather). The remainder of his life was that of parental abuse that led to being arrested as an adolescent, raped by inmates while serving a sentence for shoplifting in one of the many Youth-oriented Institutions. More parental abuse. More arrests by teenage Charles Manson followed by real jail time, bail met, more time on the street leading back to what was left of his parental figures who allegedly beat him so much that he only laughed with each lick by a belt used on him by his step father.
This is as much as I can stomach for a historical look for Charlie Miles Manson.
Neither I, you, or (gloom of night) a platoon of psychiatrists could figure why Charles did what he did. Attention? Approval? Vengeance? Door number two? No one, including Charles knew or cared except for his caretakers: the cops who knew him on a first-name basis. Not a scene like God parting the Red Sea, because when you are in trouble every 14 hours in a 24-hour period, you are bound to be called by your first name to the police. Not “pigs” as his cute writing in blood read on a wall in Sharon Tate’s home. The very wall where Manson’s “children,” did worse than Bonnie and Clyde who it was believed to have killed at least nine police officers and several civilians. The couple were eventually ambushed and killed by law officers near Sailes, Bienville Parish, Louisiana.
On the show, “60 Minutes,” a camera crew along with Mike Wallace, (who gritted his teeth while describing Tate home on film) said that one of the toughest, most-experienced L.A. Detectives grew so nauseated at the bloody scene that an officer had to escort him out just to get some fresh air. Now can society say that Manson and his Children were normal?
Do you suppose that some of us might think it cute by Manson’s disciples who wrote (in blood, of course), “Helter Skelter,” from the Beatles White Album that was also used to help incite a race war between America’s black and white races. Okay, not cute. Accidental vandalism thanks to whatever mind-altering substance these “kids” were on at the time. An accidental "why": couldn't Manson and his stooges choose Jim Morrison and The Doors with Soft Parade as their theme song?
I really don’t know any professionally-written questions to ask about Manson. He has been asked thousands times thousands by the most-noted with Ph.Ds to the common jailhouse employee and yet to really know who, maybe what, Charles Manson was. Some I’ve read about were mesmerized by Manson’s endless harangues about life, the after-life and how the black race would one day, rise up against the white race causing the World’s Most-Terrible Uprising. I have to give Manson credit for being able to link two thoughts together. How would you, if we could travel back in time, begin to ask anything that Manson might answer? Not an “Average Joe,” my friend. That distinctive title belongs securely on the head of one Geraldo Rivera, who did one of his earliest interviews when Manson was originally sentenced to death, but his sentence was commuted to life with the possibility of parole after California invalidated the state's death penalty statute in 1972. He served out his life sentence at California State Prison in Corcoran and died of natural causes at age 83 in 2017.
Natural causes. Sure. Before we know it, a made-for-TV movie, (remember those?) will be advertised when the best NFL teams play on one near Sunday afternoon and we will be instantly-captivated by the professionally-made trailer starring: Vin Diesel as a composite of the many L.A. police officers who chased Charlie and then investigated the murders that he “mentally-suggested” to his young and foolish followers into committing. Also starring in this film, “Charlie’s World,” is the lovely Catherine Zeta-Jones a role (just made for an Oscar winner) such as Jones playing one of Manson’s early school teachers who suffered to teach Manson, the wayward boy who was always intrigued by cheating on Math tests and sneaking home at recess. Jones will definitely steal the show.
Back to me not having any professionally-written questions to ask about Charles Manson, well I have one. Just one. And that one question begins with and ends with one three-letter word, “why?” Why was Charles Manson always the abused mangy dog who was always treated worse than a Cholera Epidemic and came up smiling every time? Why? And why were those around him, Manson, always suspicious and afraid of him when they would meet him? Only the Higher Power knows. I sure don’t.
Another “why” were Manson’s disciples sent into the L.A. suburbs in Benedict Canyon on the night of Aug. 9, 1969, to scout out more people to murder? And “why” Sharon Tate (eight months pregnant with unborn child) and her good friends: Jay Sebring, Abigail Folger,Voityck Frokowski and the fifth victim, an unidentified man believed to be in his 20s, was found in the driver’s seat of a car registered in the name of Sebring. He had been shot in the face. Was this senseless murder a roll of the dice in the Universe Casino, a bad roll? Or more endless in discussion and debate, was Fate to blame for these murders which still bear sad on my mind today? And yours? For me to sit here and try to figure this out with the best of the best of the L.A. Police and assorted branches along with the F.B.I. couldn’t get a straight answer . . .neither can we.
So with that topic now tucked away in a cozy place, The Heaviest of All the “Why’s” is how does God figure into scenes like the Sharon Tate murders? Surely, if we are like Him, we have witnessed worse during Alexander The Great and his conquest of what world existed then when his armies never negotiated, but drew swords, lances and “cleaned house.”
I cannot stick with just one “why.” Does God, and this one calls for a civil discussion without anger in the tone of words: Does God look upon awful events like the Tate murders and those say, of the Jones Massacre (Nov. 18, 1978) when Lucifer in the flesh, “Rev.” (you bet) Jim Jones, a Max Baer, Jr., stunt double, brainwashed hundreds of people to come to his commune to do his every bidding and I do mean every thing he asked, the masses obeyed—including drinking a Kool-Aid laced with Cyanide just to take their lives along with Jones.’ A big “why” if you ask me.
Since I mentioned God a moment ago, I have to confess: I don’t have His mind or know the depth or space that His mind occupies. Endless seems such a puny adjective, but mortals such as myself, can only lean on mortal tools. None of us now, in years past or future will ever endure to be “like” God in His make-up. This I do know: There is but ONE God. That is it.
I shall let what wisdom He has given me in such sad happenings of the Jones Massacre and Tate Murders rest in and with His judgment. That way, we can all let out a sigh of relief for friends, these two events are far more heavy than we care to face.
I do not pretend to be a good writer like that of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson (“Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”) or the works of Robert Frost. If you deem my work as decent, I will not argue. And if one day when I am standing before THE all-knowing and seeing God Jehovah, and He should say, “Kenneth, I really liked your writing,” . . .when I wake up, I hope someone reminds me to say thank you.
And if one should find the answers about Jones and his mentor, Charles Manson, let me know for I want to find a good place to hide so that (this) highly-intelligent someone cannot find me. Only beings from outside our world should be that smart.
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