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Stanford Law Review , 40 , 21— California Department of Corrections. Manuscript, California State Archives. Sub-committee hearing re alleged discrepancies and suppression of evidence re Barbara Graham confession: Images of women and capital sentencing among female offenders: Exploring the outer limits of the Eighth Amendment and articulated theories of justice. Texas Law Review , 75 , — Murderers sane and mad: Case histories in the motivation and rationale of murder.

I want to live! Federal judicial values in death penalty cases: Preservation of rights or punctuality of execution? Oklahoma City University Law Review , 22 1 , 63— Images of violent women in the criminal justice system. Columbia Journal of Gender and Law , 11 , 38— Los Angeles newspaper coverage and dramatization of the Barbara Graham case. Unpublished doctoral dissertation, California State University, Northridge.

I want to live!: The analysis of a murder. Unequal before the law: Men, women and the death penalty. The penalty is death: University of Missouri Press. The case of Barbara Graham. In collaboration with J.

Producer , and Wise, R. Execution Day -- 6: Barbara Graham paced back and forth in the execution chamber holding cell at San Quentin Prison, just north of San Francisco. It was not much of a pace: But it was better than just sitting. It was six o'clock in the morning. Her execution was scheduled for ten. Barbara wore flame-red silk pajamas in the holding cell. She had brought them with her the previous day when they had driven her up to San Quentin from the women's correctional facility in Corona, nearly five hundred miles to the south.

The trip had taken ten miserable hours. Stifling heat, in the back seat of a state car, hands cuffed together, back aching, legs cramping, wrists chafing.

On top of everything else, she had a goddamned toothache. They got to San Quentin just before five o'clock and she had been taken, nervous and trembling, directly to the holding cell next to the gas chamber. So that she would not actually have to see the gas chamber on her way to the cell, Warden Harley O.

Teets had ordered a large tarpaulin draped along the route to cover it. Teets, a somewhat bland, neat gentleman, had come up through the ranks as a guard in federal penitentiaries, reached the level of lieutenant, then was hired as a captain at Folsom, the toughest joint in California in the s.

Later he became associate warden under the legendary Clinton Duffy at San Quentin, and succeeded Duffy late in as warden. During his six-year tenure, he endured an investigation of alleged brutality within the prison which was generated by a series of San Francisco Chronicle articles written by a young reporter named Pierre Salinger.

When Barbara Graham had arrived at his prison the previous day for her scheduled execution, Teets had personally come down to the death house to see her. In his calm manner, he had sat in the cell with her, asked her for a cigarette, and helped her to begin unwinding as much as she could.

Before he left her to settle in, he ordered that she be served as many double-chocolate milkshakes as she wanted. That was all she consumed for the rest of the night. Now it was early morning, June 3, , and Barbara, in her red silks, was waiting for her breakfast -- a hot fudge sundae. While she waited, she chain-smoked Camels in a black plastic cigarette holder.

Every once in a while, she said to the death watch matron, "I can't believe I only have four hours to live. I can't believe it. Not a chance in hell. Like Mother, Like Daughter. Hortense Wood was adolescent and unwed in when she gave birth to a baby girl in a shabby boarding house district of Oakland.

It was lucky for the baby, who was named Barbara Elaine, that Hortense was part of a loosely extended family of uncles, aunts, cousins, and close neighbors, because just two years later the young mother was deemed by a juvenile court to be recalcitrant and wayward, and was committed to the Ventura State School for Girls. Although left without a parent, little Barbara, who was called "Bonnie," somehow did not fall into the hands of any state welfare agency, but was kept in Hortense's extended family and cared for as a kind of afterthought by first one, then another, for several years until her mother was released and returned home.

Hortense's habits apparently had not been modified to any degree by her incarceration, because it wasn't long after her return that she was pregnant again. She had a boy this time. And a couple of years later had another daughter. Bonnie got little attention after that and continued to live a kind of unfettered existence, not really being raised, but simply growing up, getting older, surviving.

From the age of about nine, she rarely stayed with Hortense, more often than not living elsewhere in the extended family with whomever would take her in. Her elementary school education was casual, at best, but she was a naturally bright child, and that, together with a pretty face and outgoing personality, usually got her by. Hortense, however, never allowed her to forget that she was illegitimate and would probably turn out "bad" because of it.

In retrospect, looking back years later from a prison cell, Barbara told San Francisco Chronicle reporter Bernice Freeman, "My mother never cared whether I lived or died, as long as I didn't bother her. Barbara almost got the best break of her life when she was twelve. A welfare worker who had been familiar with Barbara's situation for several years decided that she would like to adopt her and give her a better life. Ed Montgomery, another reporter, tracked down the woman to interview for a series of articles he was writing for the San Francisco Examiner.

Remembering Bonnie, the woman said, "The poor little kid never had anyone who really loved her. And she was the most beautiful thing in the world. She was a little doll, always so lively and full of fun. I managed to take her to live with me for a couple of months, but Hortense would not even consider letting me adopt her. She was a spiteful, vindictive woman. I believe she truly hated Barbara. Maybe she did, because the next year, when Barbara was thirteen, Hortense turned her over to the juvenile authorities, claiming she was unmanageable.

Mother's prediction had come true; she had personally seen to it. Barbara had gone "bad. Prior to being sent to the reformatory, Barbara had managed to get through life pretty much on her looks, personality, and cunning. But in Ventura, she also learned to be tough. There, she was thrown in with kids who were really "bad. With a determination born in her ability to survive whatever environment she was in, Barbara succeeded in this new challenge, as well. She learned to face up to girls who tried to bully her, learned to push back when she got pushed, and learned to fight with fists, feet, and fingernails when she had to.

A little bit of her sunshine personality fell by the wayside in the process, but that was to be expected. A girl had to get by however she could. To say that Barbara disliked Ventura would be gross understatement.

She despised and abhorred the place. Twice during her first year there, she ran away. Got to the Coast Highway and hitchhiked the miles back up north to Oakland. Reaching home, she pleaded with Hortense to let her stay, to hide her.

Both times, Hortense summoned the police and turned her in. An ongoing problem to the reformatory administration, they finally decided to strike a bargain with the rebellious teenager. Settle down, study, complete one year of high school, and they would release her. Clearly the staff there, recognizing Barbara's intelligence, was counting on her enjoying school enough to want to continue. But Barbara's education had been so sporadic up to then, she simply had no use for the classroom.

She did what she had agreed to do, and asked for her release. This time, she rode the bus back to Oakland. Back in the old Oakland neighborhood, there was no way Barbara was going to live with Hortense again. Sixteen now, with a nicely developed figure, she was determined to make it on her own.

But at her age, and with her recent background, there were no jobs to be found. And she was too old to live around from place to place within the extended family which had once taken her in; a homeless little kid was one thing, a nearly grown woman something else.

But Barbara soon found a way to get along. Some of Barbara's friends from the Oakland neighborhood, girls she had grown up with here and there, made spending money for themselves in the evenings and on weekends by going out with sailors from the Oakland navy yard. They hung around outside the main gate until they got picked up by young sailors going on shore leave for the night or the weekend. The sailors called the girls "seagulls," after the hungry birds that flocked to the shores of San Francisco Bay.

Soon Barbara had joined the group. The liaisons weren't always for sex; sometimes just friendly company, a hamburger and Coke somewhere, and youthful conversation with boys not much older than the girls themselves, boys away from home for the first time.

This was , remember, and the subject -- and actual activity -- of sex was not as common or fashionable as it would one day become.

More likely, the seagulls and their sailor pickups would talk about Glenn Miller's "In the Mood" on the jukeboxes, a wonderful new movie called "The Wizard of Oz," Bing Crosby's latest record, or a rising young Hollywood starlet with chestnut curls named Susan Hayward. If one of the seagulls got a free meal and could "borrow" a dollar from her young friend after some "necking" in the park, letting the guy "cop a few feels," then it would be a good, easy evening.

But a lot of times it went farther than that; a lot of times the girls had to "go all the way" in the back seat of a car, or on a blanket spread on the grass in the dark. But that was all right, too; after the first few times, it got to be easy.

The main thing for Barbara was that she was making it on her own. Barbara was smart enough to know that she didn't want being a seagull to become her life's work. She saw too many women for sale on the night streets who were no older than her mother, and already used up.

That was not for Barbara. She wanted something better. When she got a little money ahead, Barbara enrolled in National Business College to learn skills that would help her get an office job of some kind. She also met a young man named Harry Kleman a fictitious name being used here in the interest of privacy , who worked as a shipping clerk but was attending night school at a business college similar to the one Barbara attended.

They quickly became intimate, and Barbara quickly became pregnant. The young couple decided to marry. It rankled Barbara that because she was only seventeen, permission had to be obtained from Hortense. But, determined that her baby would not be illegitimate like she herself was, Barbara gritted her teeth and asked for the necessary papers from her mother.

Barbara's child was a boy, whom she named Harry after his father. For a while, the young family lived a modest but contented life, and their future, while not exactly bright, at least was uncomplicated.

Barbara managed to continue in business college while working as a waitress, and things were going along well until she became pregnant again. Then, with her not working, the money got tight and the marriage got tense. To make matters worse, Barbara's past caught up with her. Harry knew virtually nothing about the girl he had married: When he found out -- it may have been through Hortense, it may not have been -- he was stunned.

Even before their second child, another son, was born, both Barbara and Harry knew that the marriage was over. Both little boys were still toddlers when Barbara and Harry divorced. He asked for, and got, custody of his children.

With her new life as a wife and mother snatched out from under her, Barbara sank into a pit of deep depression. Losing her husband and kids wiped out her future, leaving her nothing but a great emptiness in which she was once again all alone.

It was ironic that her past, which had risen up to obliterate her life, rose up once again to rescue her from the abandonment she now felt. Some of the seagulls, tiring of Oakland, were going south to ply their trade at other U.

Navy facilities in Long Beach and San Diego. They invited Barbara to come along. Why not, she thought. She'd had more than enough of Oakland. Barbara flew south with some of the other 'gulls. At this point in her young life, Barbara Graham went into prostitution all the way. No more young-girl-young-sailor platonic dates; now she sold sex, plain and fancy, on a full-time basis. By the end of , before she was twenty, she had arrest records in both Long Beach and San Diego, on charges of disorderly conduct and vagrancy.

Most of the time she simply pled guilty, paid a fine, and was released. If she was unable to pay the fine, she did jail time, once for sixty days. But despite what the law said, Barbara did not feel that what she was doing was wrong. Why do people make so much of sex anyway'" she demanded. If you want to eat, you go to a grocery store or a restaurant. If you need sleep, you sleep.

If you want sex, why not get it' What's the difference'". One sailor in San Diego apparently agreed with Barbara's philosophy, because he asked her to marry him. Barbara said sure, why not' She became Mrs. Al Bushnell again, a fictitious name in the interest of privacy. Bushnell was a nice enough guy and the newlyweds were happy together -- for about four months. Then the sailor must have realized what he had done, because he quickly got an annulment, which Barbara didn't contest.

By then she was sick of southern California anyway, so she took off for the Bay area again, deciding to try her luck in San Francisco. In San Francisco, Barbara became a mid-class call girl, taking care of small Union Square hotel business, hoping to work her way up to Nob Hill clientele.

World War Two was winding down to a close. Barbara was twenty-two now, a good-looking, stacked young woman who knew how to strut her stuff. In San Francisco she made good money, wore good clothes, and had good times. Once in a while, like everybody else who lived on the edge, she took a fall. In , using the name Barbara Klemmer, she did four months for vagrancy a catch-all charge used when the law couldn't prove prostitution.

But all in all, she did pretty well in the City by the Bay. Until she agreed to do a favor for a couple of guys she knew. Like everyone who lives the kind of life she led, Barbara's acquaintances were pimps, other prostitutes, petty thieves, con men, and hustlers of every imaginable variety. When two such types she knew, Mark Monroe and Tom Sittler, were about to go on trial for theft, they asked Barbara to testify as an alibi witness for them.

Good-time gal that she was, she never said no to a friend. Unfortunately, after swearing in court that she had been with the two men at the time of the crime, the prosecution was able to prove that she had not even been in San Francisco on the date in question. Under the name of Barbara Klemmer, she was charged with and convicted of perjury. Sentenced to the women's prison at Tehachapi, she later managed to get the sentence suspended on condition that she serve one year in the San Francisco county jail and remain on probation for an additional five years.

It was now May 1, , and Barbara was twenty-four years old. When Barbara was released from jail in the summer of , she was a woman desperate to straighten out her life. Still young at twenty-five, she felt much older, felt once again as if she was beginning to become used up, like so many of the street women she saw around her. Vowing to somehow make a new start, she began in good fashion by getting out of California -- leaving behind all the bad influences in her sordid life.

Barbara traveled to Reno, Nevada, and looked for work. In the newspaper, she saw a Help Wanted ad for nurses' aides in the little town of Tonopah, halfway between Reno and Las Vegas. The ad said no experience necessary, will train. Barbara bought a bus ticket. Tonopah was a perfect place to stay out of trouble.

High desert, low crime rate, crooked roads but straight people. Barbara worked at the Nye County Hospital, lived in a respectable boarding house, and began to make new friends -- the right kind this time.

Before long she was dating a clean-cut town bachelor who worked as a salesman for an auto supply store, named Charles Oldman name fictionalized in the interest of privacy. After several months, Barbara married for the third time. Soon leaving her job at the hospital, Barbara took a better one managing a small luncheonette. It was hard work: And the hours were long.

Then she had to take care of the house they were renting, and cook for her husband, and she suddenly had a dread fear that she might get pregnant again It just wasn't the kind of life Barbara had hoped it would be.

One day she packed her bag and got on a bus for Los Angeles. And that, as the saying goes, was that. Back on the Edge. In Los Angeles, Barbara rented a room and started working the bars along Hollywood Boulevard and its environs. She worked alone, freelancing, but over time got to know some of the bartenders, and let it be known that if they threw a little business her way, she would always slip them a few bucks for their trouble.

One such bartender that she particularly liked was Henry Graham, a somewhat bland-faced man with thick, wavy hair that started far up on his forehead. She began to see him after work and he introduced her to drugs for the first time. But drug use wasn't the worst thing Henry Graham introduced Barbara to; that dubious distinction went to a balding ex-convict with jug ears named Emmett Perkins.

Emmett, Henry told Barbara, ran a couple of illegal poker and dice games in El Monte, a tacky little suburb about eight miles east of Los Angeles. Barbara could make some easy money by shilling for Perkins; taking her pickups out for a little gambling before she took them home for playtime.

Barbara naturally thought it sounded like a good deal. Henry took her out to meet Perkins and the arrangement was made. In the coming months, Barbara and Henry got to be pretty cozy, began living together, and eventually decided to marry. When she became Mrs. Henry Graham, it was Barbara's fourth marriage. Soon after she settled down with Henry, Barbara became pregnant.

Early in , at the age of 28, Barbara Graham gave birth to her third son. She named him Thomas James Graham, calling him Tommy. After he became a father, Henry Graham seemed to slip a couple of steps down life's ladder. He was a good bartender, but he couldn't seem to keep a job. The fact that he had escalated from laudanum pills and marijuana to heroin might have been the reason.

Plus, he probably figured, he didn't really have to work anyway since he set Barbara up with Emmett Perkins; she was back doing well shilling for him, as well as hustling a little on her own on the side. They were doing all right -- or so he imagined. But the stress was all on Barbara: Occasionally, when the pressure of her nervous life got to be too much for her, Barbara would ask Henry for a short pop of his heroin and he would give her one.

Convinced, as people always are, that she could "handle it," Barbara began to look forward to her stress attacks so that she would have an excuse to ask Henry for "a little relief. Barbara had joined Henry in dope city. She had become a full-blown junkie, with a hypodermic needle and spoon in her purse at all times, just like her cigarettes and lipstick.

Dopers do well together as long as there's enough stuff to go around. But when the supply begins to dwindle, nerves tense up and suspicions rise. Weren't there four caps left' Did you use an extra one' You son of a bitch, get a goddamned job and buy your own! Don't touch my stash again! Henry's habit was deeper and wider than Barbara's; he had been at it longer. It got to the point that Barbara's stash was not safe anywhere; the minute she left the house or went to sleep, Henry found it and got it into his arm fast enough that he would be high when she found out and started screaming at him.

With enough heroin in him, even Barbara's shrieks sounded like whispers in a breeze. But Barbara wasn't the sort to put up with such flagrant disregard of her property rights. One day she took all the dope in the place, all the money, a few clothes, and walked out. She went straight to the little house that Emmett Perkins rented in El Monte. Stay as long as you like.

Ferret-faced Emmett's mouth must have been watering. He had always had a craving for Barbara. Bloody Murder in Burbank. On the morning of Wednesday, March 11, , Mitchell Truesdale parked his gardening truck in front of Mrs. Mabel Monohan's neat, well-tended home on the corner of Parkside and Orchard, in a pleasant, tree-lined residential area of Burbank, 12 miles north of Los Angeles. Taking his equipment from the bed of the truck, he proceeded to mow and edge the front and side lawns.

When he finished, he went to the front door and rang the doorbell to get the key to the driveway gate so he could do the backyard. When Truesdale got to the front door, he found it open, just barely, less than an inch.

But that was enough to cause him to be taken aback. Mabel Monohan, a year-old widow who lived alone, never left a door, window, or gate unlocked, much less open. She was obsessively safety-conscious; the gardener had to lock the driveway gate even when he was in the backyard. Truesdale rang the bell several times without getting a response. Then he opened the door far enough to yell inside, "Mrs.

Monohan, it's Truesdale, the gardener! Can I have the key to the back gate, please'". When there was still no answer, he pushed the door open a little farther.

What he saw inside stunned and frightened him. The house looked like a cyclone had gone through it: And everywhere -- on walls, floor, furniture, rugs -- there were bloodstains.

And a trail of blood led down a nearby hallway. Mitchell Truesdale backed out of the front door and ran to call the police. The body of Mabel Monohan was half in and half out of a closet that the trail of blood led to.

Her hands were tied behind her with a strip of bed sheet. A pillowcase was over her head, tied very tightly around the neck with another strip of bed sheet.

When the pillowcase was removed, police saw that the frail widow had been beaten viciously about the face and head with a blunt instrument. The entire house had been ransacked, top to bottom; even a furnace vent in the floor had been torn out. The trail of blood continued throughout the house, as if the victim had been manhandled from room to room, being beaten along the way with increasing fury when the intruder failed to find what he was looking for. Despite this activity, the crime lab would not find a single fingerprint or other physical evidence.

Surprisingly, in a bedroom closet where numerous purses and pieces of luggage had been opened and cast aside, detectives found a shabby old black purse, hanging from a hook that had not been touched. Preliminary investigation revealed that the victim's daughter, Iris, had once been married to a Las Vegas gambler named Luther Scherer, and that the Scherers had once occupied the house.

When Iris and the gambler divorced, Iris got the house as part of her settlement. Iris later remarried, a wealthy importer named Robert Sowder, and gave the house to her widowed mother when the Sowders went to live in New York. Investigators also learned that Mabel Monohan and her former son-in-law maintained a close, affectionate relationship that continued even after Iris and Luther divorced. Scherer still had a closet full of suits and personal effects in the house that he used when visiting the area.

And once, when Scherer was seriously ill with cirrhosis of the liver, he came home to Mabel and she nursed him back to health, cooking and caring for him so he would not have to hire a stranger. There were rumors among numerous people that the police interviewed that Luther Scherer even had a safe somewhere in the house, and was believed to leave large amounts of cash there with Mabel for safekeeping.

With that information, police believed they might have found the motive for Mabel Monohan's vicious murder. Links in the Chain. In the week that followed Mabel Monohan's murder, two significant events took place. First, at the coroner's inquest it was ruled that the victim's cause of death had been asphyxiation due to strangulation -- not, as the story would be retold over the years, from being pistol-whipped to death.

It was true that she did have twelve head wounds that had crushed her skull in two different places, but those blows had not killed the elderly widow; the strip of bed sheet around her neck had done that. The reward information spurred a small time criminal named Indian George Allen to telephone Burbank police chief Rex Andrews and request a meeting.

Allen said it was about "a recent unsolved homicide. Chief Andrews met with Allen and was told that sixteen months earlier, in December , Allen and four other men had discussed a plan to rob the Monohan home when Mabel was away visiting her daughter, because it was believed that Luther Scherer kept sizeable amounts of skimmed gambling money in a safe there.

The plan had never come off, but Allen strongly suspected that one or more of the other four men might have been involved in the recent plan.

Indian George Allen was the first link in an investigative chain that would eventually lead police to Mabel Monohan's killers. Shorter was an ex-con who had done time in San Quentin for burglarizing a dozen hotels in the Los Angeles area.

He was also known as an expert safe blower. Wilds had once operated illegal gambling clubs in the Los Angeles area and was reputed to have worked for local mobster Mickey Cohen at one time. When police located him now, however, Wilds had apparently gone straight and owned a legitimate aircraft parts business in which he was doing very well financially. He did admit, however, that he had been involved in a discussion to rob the Monohan home, and that he had mentioned the discarded robbery plan to a man named Jack Santo, who had tried to sell him some hijacked gold.

Santo, he said, lived somewhere in northern California. While police looked for Santo, Baxter Shorter was arrested and questioned about the Monohan murder. A cherub-faced, experienced criminal, Shorter denied any part in the crime and refused to answer further questions. He was eventually released, but was warned that because of the public indignation over the savage, merciless killing, and the strong suspicion that he was involved, he was going to be dogged constantly by police until the crime was solved.

Shorter went at once to a prominent Beverly Hills attorney for advice. A short time later, that attorney telephoned Los Angeles county district attorney Ernest Roll and inquired about an immunity arrangement for a client of his who had information on the Monohan case.

A meeting was set for nine o'clock that night in a suite at the Miramar Hotel in nearby Santa Monica. That night, Baxter Shorter related to a group of high-level Los Angeles county lawmen how he had received a telephone call from a man named Emmett, whom he did not know, but who stated that two friends of his had a "business proposition" that could be very much in his interest.

Shorter was asked to meet two men named Jack and John the next day at a motel in El Monte. When Shorter kept the appointment, he met a swarthy man with a pencil moustache, named Jack, and a muscular, wiry man, deeply tanned, with prematurely gray hair, named John.

No last names were given. Jack asked whether Shorter was still interested in robbing the Monohan house in Burbank, as he had discussed with some other men a couple of years earlier. Shorter was not enthusiastic; he was not convinced there was really a safe full of money in the house.

Convinced, Shorter agreed to come in on the job. A second meeting was set for the next night at a drive-in on Ventura Boulevard. At that time, Shorter met Emmett, the man who had telephoned him, a hick type with large jug ears, along with a good-looking woman about thirty with reddish-brown hair, whom they called Mary. Again, only first names were used. Shorter balked at having a woman along. Emmett said she was necessary. A plan was agreed upon. The job would be pulled the following night.

Night of the Murder. Then, well after dark, they drove in two cars to the home of Mabel Monohan. Shorter and Emmett were in one car; Jack, John, and Mary followed in a second. Shorter and Emmett parked just around the corner on the side of the house, where they could see the porch.

Jack parked across the street from the front door. The woman called Mary was let out and went up to the front door. The bell was rung, the porch light came on, and there was muted conversation through the door for two or three minutes. Finally the door was opened and Mary went inside. A couple of minutes later, John went up to the door and went in; he was followed at short intervals by Emmett, then Jack, so all of them would not be crowding in at one time.

Baxter Shorter waited in the car for them to find the safe. After a few minutes, Jack came out to the car where Shorter waited. Shorter followed Jack into the house. Inside, Shorter saw Mabel Monohan on the floor of a hallway, lying half in and half out, badly bleeding about the head and face, blood all over the rug, moaning loudly through a gag over her mouth, with her hands tied behind her back. John was kneeling beside her, Mary bending down over her.

She handed a nickel-plated revolver to Emmett, who began slugging the woman in the temple. Shorter claimed at that point that he grabbed Emmett and threw him down on the floor, yelling, "What the hell are you doing' This isn't the way it was supposed to be! This is no good! Take that gag off her so she can breathe! John looked up to Jack for instructions.

John opened a pocketknife and cut the gag off Mabel Monohan's mouth. Jack gestured around the ransacked house and said to Shorter, "I called you in here to show you there's no safe. The information you gave us was wrong.

They all stared at each other, realizing they had bungled the whole thing. She's in bad shape. By now Mabel Monohan was lying very still and a pillowcase had been put over her head. A few minutes later, Emmett, John, and Mary left the house and went to the car across the street. Jack said to Shorter, "I'll ride with you this time. Take me back to where we met tonight. On the drive back, Shorter again said he was going to telephone for help for the woman in the house.

When Shorter dropped Jack off, Jack said to him, "You're not much of a man, are you'". It was clearly a threat. As soon as he let Jack off, Shorter found a service station with an outdoor phone booth. Dialing the operator, he told her it was an emergency call, that a woman needed an ambulance immediately, and he read the address, Parkside Drive, off the utility bill he had taken from the house.

Then he hung up and fled. There was a record of the call Baxter Shorter made. The operator attempted to dispatch an ambulance, but no such address could be found in Los Angeles. Shorter had been so nervous that he had neglected to tell her it was in Burbank. While Baxter Shorter was laying out the botched Monohan job for the district attorney's office, Burbank detectives were still going after the second suspect they had learned about from John Wilds: Both the Los Angeles and San Francisco police departments were brought into the loop now, and it was learned that Santo had a long criminal and prison record for robbery, kidnapping, attempted murder, and transporting stolen automobiles.

He lived in Auburn, north of Sacramento. A known criminal, his activities were loosely monitored by law enforcement on an ongoing basis. For the past three months, he had been seen often in the company of a man who lived in nearby Grass Valley, a deep-sea diver and general roustabout named John True, who surprisingly had no known criminal record. Santo was described as swarthy, with a pencil moustache. True was a muscular, well-built man with wavy gray hair.

Together they had recently left the area for a trip to Los Angeles. Bingo, thought the Burbank detectives. More links coupled up when veteran Los Angeles detective Dick Ruble joined the expanding investigation.

Ruble pegged the name Emmett to Emmett Perkins, a longtime safe burglar and gambler who had done time at both San Quentin and Folsom. Ruble and Perkins had known each other since and had an informal, but by no means unusual, working arrangement under which Perkins committed no crimes in the Los Angeles department's jurisdiction, and in turn.

Ruble would use department informant money to buy information from him about other criminals who were operating in Ruble's area. Ruble also knew about the illegal gambling operation Perkins currently had going in El Monte -- and he knew that for some time a shill that Perkins had named Barbara Graham, who was a heroin addict, had been living with him, after leaving her husband and child. Barbara Graham was known to frequently use the name "Mary" when picking up men.

He was believed to have pulled it with an old prison buddy of his -- Jack Santo. Jack, John, Emmett, and Mary. All the names Baxter Shorter had given authorities in his Miramar Hotel statement. A decision was made not to arrest Perkins and Graham until Santo was located, but since True was not a known criminal, it was felt that he could be picked up without alerting the others.

It was to be a quiet arrest, without fanfare or media involvement. Wearing workmen's clothes, one of the officers went up to the house and was told by True's girlfriend told that True was in Reno, but was expected back the following day because his friend, Jack Santo, was coming to town.

The detectives held their breaths, hoping to get both suspects, but they were disappointed. True returned as planned, but Santo never showed up. He had telephoned the house and True's girlfriend had casually mentioned that some man she did not know had been there looking for John.

Santo immediately dropped out of sight again. True was arrested while taking a bath and quietly driven south to the Burbank jail. Word got out, however. True's girlfriend thought he had been kidnapped, and reported it to the local police. By the time the real facts of the situation had been established, local newspaper reporters were onto it.

Two days later, the Los Angeles Examiner broke the story on its front page: The first thing that Los Angeles county district attorney Ernest Roll did after the story broke was contact Baxter Shorter's attorney and offer to take the informant into protective custody. When advised of the offer, the streetwise Shorter turned it down flat.

He remained at large. The following evening, Shorter and his wife, Olivia, were watching television in the living room of their small apartment in the Lancaster Residential Hotel at N. Flower Street in downtown Los Angeles. The doorbell rang and Shorter went to answer it. Lifting a blind on a small window on the door, he saw a man he knew and opened the door.

The man immediately pulled a gun on him. Olivia left her chair and rushed to her husband's side, but Baxter pushed her back from the doorway, away from the gun. To the gunman he said, "I'll go with you. Olivia, who had been a part of her husband's criminal life for a number of years, rushed to the kitchen and snatched a loaded rifle from its hiding place. Hurrying through another door, she intercepted the two men in the hallway. The gunman heard her cock the rifle. He put his pistol against Baxter's ear and warned, "Get back inside or Baxter dies right here!

She got to the front window in time to see the gunman move Baxter out to the curb, where what she believed was a late-model Dodge or Plymouth pulled up, picked up the two men, and sped away. Frantic, Olivia called the police emergency line and reported that her husband had just been kidnapped at gunpoint. Within minutes, officers were at the scene and Olivia told them that her husband had just that morning confessed to her that he had been at the scene of the Monohan murder.

He had, she said, cried like a baby at the relief of getting it off his chest. Olivia also knew that he had already talked with the police. Within an hour, all of the investigators on the Monohan case were alerted about the kidnapping.

Olivia, brought to headquarters, unhesitatingly picked out a mug shot of Emmett Perkins as the man who had kidnapped Baxter. Detective Dick Ruble quickly took half a dozen men out to the El Monte house where Perkins conducted his illegal gambling, and where Barbara Graham had been living with him since leaving her husband and son. But Ruble was too late. Perkins and Graham had moved out that afternoon. Along with Jack Santo, their whereabouts were now also unknown. The whole story broke the following morning.

In addition, Perkins, having been identified by Olivia Shorter, was wanted for the kidnapping of Baxter Shorter. On the following Saturday night, late in the evening, Los Angeles police detective Dick Ruble was lounging in his ground floor apartment in pajamas and robe when his doorbell rang. When Ruble opened the door, there stood his old friend Emmett Perkins.

Perkins shook his head. He had no reason to fear Perkins; they had a working relationship the rules of which neither man had breached in thirteen years.

Still, Ruble felt a tad uneasy. He was unarmed, in his robe and slippers, and Perkins was now wanted for murder and kidnapping, and knew it. Then again, Perkins could not have known that Ruble was working with Burbank police on the case. So Ruble decided to play it tough. A woman was behind the wheel. Babs slugged her four or five times and the old bitch just kept hollering.

Now the woman behind the wheel turned around in her seat and Ruble saw that it was Barbara Graham. Ruble glared at her in the light of the dashboard.

Now look, I can scrape up a hundred grand to square the Monohan beef. I just want to know how to go about it. Smartest thing for you to do is go in and give yourself up. Ruble got out of the car and it sped away. He was unable to make out the license number, but within minutes he had ordered an All Points Bulletin for a two-tone green four-door Oldsmobile being driven by a woman with long chestnut hair, carrying a male passenger with an egg-shaped head and jug-handle ears, both possibly armed, both definitely dangerous.

Despite the quick alert, however, the car and its occupants disappeared into the cool California evening. Emmett Perkins failed to surrender the following Monday. For the next three weeks, a vast network of police officers combed Los Angeles County for the fugitive trio. Authorities were certain they were still in the area; every bus station, train depot, and airport was being watched around the clock, and all vehicles leaving California into Nevada, Arizona, and Oregon were checked by highway patrolmen; cars crossing the Mexican border were checked by U.

Photos of the three suspected killers were in constant circulation, and newspapers kept the story alive. Law officers were certain that one of the three would be spotted sooner or later.

And they were right. Three weeks after Emmett Perkins had made his unexpected visit to Dick Ruble, a policewoman working undercover for LAPD narcotics was present when Barbara Graham set up a heroin buy with a dope pusher she had used in the past.

Barbara, whose hair was now bleached a dazzling blonde, and the dealer made an appointment to complete the sale in a bus depot in Huntington Park, a suburb south of Los Angeles. The undercover officer called in an urgent alert and the entire area was staked out, predominantly with female officers whom it was felt would be less suspicious to the wary murder suspect.

Barbara made her buy as arranged, and went into the ladies room to shoot up in one of the stalls. When she left the depot, three women officers, of various ages, in very different attire, followed her onto an inter-city bus, while others trailed the bus in unmarked cars, alerting other officers ahead of the bus.

Barbara led them through three more south Los Angeles suburbs to Lynwood, where she entered a shabby, single-story apartment house next to a noisy tire retreading shop. Within minutes, LAPD Chief of Detectives Thad Brown, Detective Dick Ruble, and twelve other heavily armed male officers moved quietly and undetected up to the apartment door where it had been determined the trio was living.

Brown, armed with a sawed-off shotgun, and Ruble, with a cocked. In a combination bedroom-living room, they met no resistance at all from the surprised fugitives.

Barbara Graham, totally nude, straightened up in shock from an open sofa bed she had been leaning over. Jack Santo, also naked, was stretched out on the bed with an erection. Emmett Perkins, naked, was walking out of a nearby bathroom.

Jack Santo, who had probably just established a world record for losing an erection, glared hatefully at Chief Brown, a legendary lawman of the era. Barbara Graham, now held back by other officers, cringed in terror against the wall, attempting to cover her nudity.

Perkins was put down on his knees, hands on his head. Santo pulled on his underwear. All three were cordoned off in a corner of the room and allowed to dress in carefully examined clothing, while the rest of the grubby little apartment was being searched.

As soon as the fugitives were dressed and handcuffed, officers led them out to three separate cars. No more than half a dozen passersby even noticed the scene. No media were present. Emmett Perkins was quickly put into a live lineup of twelve men and immediately pointed out by Olivia Shorter as the man who had kidnapped her husband at gunpoint. There had still been no trace of Baxter Shorter, but police found an abandoned late-model Oldsmobile several blocks from the Lynwood apartment where the trio had been captured.

It had Washington state license plates on it, and four additional sets of California plates under the seat. The original registration of the vehicle traced back to a woman named Bernadine Pearsey, who lived up north in Auburn, California, where Santo lived with another woman who was his common-law wife. Bernadine was subsequently identified as a girlfriend that Santo had on the side. The interior panels and floor matting of the trunk had been torn out and were missing.

Crime lab technicians found bits of weed and grass under the chassis that were indigenous to the California desert 75 miles or so outside of Los Angeles.

Charged with suspicion of murder, Perkins and Santo were booked into the Los Angeles county jail. They were put into an area with several jail informants, in the hope that some incriminating conversation between them might be overheard.

But the two career criminals were much too seasoned to fall for that. They shunned everyone, prisoner and guard alike, and only spoke to each other in whispers through cupped hands.

Ironically, Detective Dick Ruble, the old friend of Emmett Perkins, was one of those who escorted her there to be locked up. The last time they had met, Ruble had been wearing pajamas and a robe, sitting in the back seat of a car. Once in the lockup, Barbara, like Perkins and Santo, also kept mostly to herself. But while they had each other for moral support and company, she was alone in that respect. Needing someone, Barbara finally settled on a non-criminal type she thought would be safe, a woman named Donna Prow.

A petite, pretty, year-old divorcee, she was serving one year in the county jail, with five years of probation to follow, for driving under the influence of barbiturates and causing a head-on collision that killed a year-old woman and severely injured her husband.

In no time at all, the two became close friends. Perkins, Santo, Graham, and John True. But Leavy had a problem: Unless the prosecution had Shorter, the statement was nothing but hearsay. And nobody -- nobody --expected to ever see Baxter Shorter alive again. So Leavy turned his attention to the one person he felt he could use to replace Baxter Shorter. That was John True. It was a logical choice. True had only just met Jack Santo a short time before the Monohan job. Leavy decided to offer True immunity.

True leaped at the chance to take it. The story John True told the prosecutors about the crime was essentially that same as that related by the missing Baxter Shorter, with a few details Shorter had not known.

Santo had explained to True that he and his partner, Perkins, needed somebody "clean," completely unknown in criminal circles, to tell the concocted story to convince safecracker Baxter Shorter to come in on the job. Perkins himself could crack a simple, uncomplicated safe, but he had nowhere near the expertise Shorter was known to have.

But Shorter had passed on the same job once before, and they were afraid he would do it again unless they had some good "bait" for him. That bait was John True. True was to go into the Monohan house after Barbara was in, just in case there was anyone else inside with the widow, and get Barbara out by saying that he had managed to get the car started.

Prosecutor Leavy was elated by that last part of the plan, because it meant that his witness had been the second of the five people to enter the Monohan home that night. He had observed virtually everything that had transpired -- and had, when he entered the house, seen Barbara Graham pistol-whipping Mrs. He had also observed Barbara hand the pistol to Emmett Perkins and say, "Knock her out!

Miller Leavy felt he now had his case. He presented the evidence he had, with John True as a witness, to a Los Angeles county grand jury, which returned murder indictments against Perkins, Santo, Graham, and True himself. At the opening of the trial, Leavy promised, the prosecution would ask that the charge against True be dismissed. That condition quickly elevated to anger. Later, when both the shock and anger had subsided, Barbara was beside herself with despondency.

Huddled in a private corner with her recently found friend, Donna, she let a growing desperation surface. The "Mommy" endearment was an example of how the relationship between the two women had ripened during the month or so they had known each other. Barbara was "Mommy" because she was older by ten years; Donna was "Candy Pants. On days when they could not be together in the day room, they exchanged torrid love notes which were carried back and forth by trusty inmates who had the run of the jail.

Donna knew a guy named Sam who, for the promise of a sum of money to be paid in the future, might agree to provide Barbara with an alibi -- such as saying Barbara was in a motel room with him all night the night Mabel Monohan was killed.

Mommy liked the idea. She told Candy Pants to get in touch with her friend. A Visitor for Barbara. As it was, the only interest Sam held for her was a possible round-trip ticket to the Monohan murder trial. Sam had visited Donna first on the morning of August 7, just eleven days before the trial was to begin.

At that time, Donna gave him a password to use to prove to Barbara that he was the friend Donna had contacted to provide Barbara an alibi for the murder night. After getting the password, Sam then obtained a second visitor pass, this one to see Barbara. Listen, if we need more time to make up this alibi, I can probably get the trial postponed a week or so by asking to change attorneys.

If he tells the same story that True tells, I can get nailed for perjury. Barbara shook her head. Actually, it was early in the morning of March tenth. That would be wonderful. That would clear me fine. That first visit between Barbara and Sam was a brief one, primarily to establish contact. Sam returned for a second visit three days later on August 10, and again two days after that on August 12, for his third and last visit with her.

During those two meetings, both longer, Sam verified twice more that Baxter Shorter would not turn up as a surprise witness. About breakinbadd Hey I excel in just about anything that I try, who am I? Havadtoy reportedly moved in with her the very next day after John was killed, and they were together for 20 years.

Of all the things Yoko is accused of, the worst and most horrible act she committed and therefore proves her depravity;. She never aided John in becoming a father to Julian, but instead widened the gulf between the two. That one thing alone proves she is unredeemable in any way, as a business woman, artist, wife or mother.

She is a failure as a human being and shows her true color. I would not say her colour is black. Black is so beautiful. That is very different than black. Guess it was Tony Bramwell who described her as Emperor of Darkness. Sertaneja is correct when she says Yoko has no color, only darkness. You might want to google it twice so as to compare the two letters written side by side. But then he was back with Yoko, Sean was born, and it was back to slagging anyone and everyone he knew and loved, before Yoko entered his life.

I studied it to see why. Another thing, the order for Cynthia to: The tone of the letter is arrogant like John…and Yoko.

Why not since the above quotes are so much like acerbic John Lennon? But even his little face drawing looks copied by someone else to me. Anyone else think so? Was the two letters actually companion pieces, or was this Yoko manipulating the public into believing it was?

The open letter to Cynthia was supposedly in response to a interview in a newspaper I think in England titled: Instead of the squiggly line drawings depicting him giving Yoko oral sex, as if to demonstrate he felt more passion for Yoko. She certainly must have known that he gave Cynthia oral sex too, since he let it be known that he loved performing cunnilingus.

She was definitely a talented artist. Shame that she let him do that to her, but she was a woman of her times and put her husband and child first. Same playbook he used during his heroin addled Beatle days. I wonder if the title was originally But those that knew and loved John Lennon before he became famous, all seem to say how loving and kind he could be. How when he hurt someone he cared about, he would try and soothe the hurt he caused.

These people still love John, and we know that Cynthia certainly did although not romantically until her dying day. But something changed, and drastically. Seems like when John coupled with Yoko, and stated his love for her which would be natural an element of cruelty tinged his statements which is unnatural. It came off as phony, unreal, unnatural, at least to me.

Sorry for the long post. It seems to have mysteriously appeared, discovered out of nowhere, by someone unnamed. That is not what this comment is about. So I hit the public library, and dug everything written about the man since the Bicentennial. This may not be definitive proof regarding my suspicions about the open letter, but here is my theory.

But most people were not aware of it, except for those who purchased his book. I agree with Waterfall that Yoko Ono penned the typed letter to Cynthia and influenced John to sign it even if it was never sent or published. One drama after another. You always felt that Yoko and John had discussed things before you arrived and decided on what Yoko would say, while John appeared to be lost in his guitar. Richter makes it sound like John decided on what Yoko would say, but in reality Yoko called the shots and wore the pants.

No problem it was long. It is full of important information. I had never heard of this letter before. It is also possible it was written by another person. You made some good points about it. Anyway, it was very disrespectful to Cynthia, to Julian and to also to John!

By the way I remember when all papers started talking John and Yoko. At that time they said Cynthia found Yoko in her house with John in her robe. So she asked them both to leave. In fact she kicked them out. If it is true, she was the one who dumped John. I also know John was the first to ask for the divorce alleging adultery!

But she contested it and sued him for divorce. She said at that time: I had to be strong, do what was best for him. I could fight the divorce, but that would get horribly messy and in the circumstances as clean a break as possible seemed best. By dawn I had made my decision. So, for me, she was the one who dumped John.

He had to leave because Cynthia told him so. I think she was this amazing, wonderful, beautiful woman. I think the claims in that letter are laughable, ridiculous, hypocritical, and so untrue. There are pictures of them together that say otherwise and evidence that they loved each very much from the beginning to end. He says they had a few good years, it was more than a few although that last two might not have been the best.

I also feel like that certain bits and pieces of the original text were edited because the book was first announced in the newspaper in order to provoke a reaction.

I think what was explained in the newspaper was edited and not made clear. Secondly, about Cynthia asking John to remarry her and have children with him. Cynthia says in her book John, that she was aware of how her coming to L.

She says when John finally got over himself and started talking to her they mostly talked about Julian and old friends in Liverpool. She also says she was drinking as they were catching up. Not at that moment in time. John seems to have forgotten this. I think Cynthia always had the right intentions at heart and always wanted what was best for John. She put his needs before her and understood how important his work was to him.

She never tried to take that away from him and never asked much of him really. In my heart I feel like John loved Cynthia so much. Has anything I said sound wrong? I think she was an amazing beautiful woman. I also think the accusations made in that letter are laughable, ridiculous, hypocritical, and so untrue. This is what you feel in your heart and maybe it is true, who knows? I am not so sure he loved Cynthia.

I think she had physical attraction for her and she got pregnant, She was a nice girl, he liked her and decided to get married. But maybe he was not really in love. I have my doubts he was really in love with Yoko too. I thought it was later. I also thought he only met Yoko in But I may e wrong. I know lots of people that dated and even got married without love. Only that dating her is not any proof. There is so much proof John loved Cynthia.

Family, friends, pictures, and letters. We were young, big-headed, and got into a physical relationship too soon. John would talk about Cynthia and how much he missed her. Pete Best talks about how John says he and Cynthia planned on getting married and having a family after the Beatles started paying off. Anonymous, do you have the source for this quote? I remembered looking for it in the past and never could find anythng proving he really said it.

As you know people create stories in internet. There are so many quotes he hever said around…I guess most quotes with his name were not said by him. I looked for a comprovation because I would love to know John loved Cynthia.

But this is a good quote. As a matter of fact some people have already thought about it. She seemed really in despair that night. Unless she is a fantastic actress she really got in shock.

Besides if he was a tool I think he would have already talked about it. No reason for him to pay alone. If we look at his pictures we can see it.

He looked about sixty years old, not forty. He was younger than her but looked much older. Very thin, no light around him and too sad.

But maybe she had noticed and John refused to treat himself. I really think he was still on drugs and she knew about it. However, though I agree she sort of destroyed him and imposed that strict diet on him, she had no idea someone would kill him.

By the way there is a documentary on which a friend of his told a story of John calling him to show something. It was…a chocolate bar he had hidden somewhere. He asked him to never tell yoko about it. Another reason I believe she was not at all involved in that crime is a dream I had. But those dreams about John were very special.

Yes, I had more than one dream. If I had already talked about it here please forgive me. This thread is going on for a long time and I have already wrote a lot here.

Anyway, I dreamed reading a newspaper reporting John had been killed. It was six years before his actual death. In I had another dream similar to that. A friend approached me to say he had been shot and died.

Guess they never recorded it. It was very beautiful! But all of sudden they stopped singing in the middle of a phrase, looked at each other and left the stage in silence. Then came the night he was killed.

It was wee hours here in Brazil. I was sleeping when it happened. But I dreamed I was in a place similar to an airport or bus station. Lots of TV sets on the wall. All of them showing The Beatles in early interviews, scenes of their movies, arriving in New York for the first time and so on. There was a man next to me so I asked him if something had happened to one of the Beatles.

Why all channels were talking about them? A few minutes after I woke up the telephone rung. It was a cousin of mine giving the bad news. I turned on the TV. All channels talking about him and showing the same kind of images I had seen in the dream.

I never had thought those were telling dreams. I used to think they were only dreams with no meaning. But now I knew they were real. Next night I finally met him. First I saw Yoko in a smoke looking totally lost. I asked her if she was looking for John. Well, I knew where John was. So I took her by her hand and we went on in the smoke sort of flying. Then I saw him also in the smoke. I called his name, he listened to me and came to hug us.

Then we sat in a bench for what seemed to be the whole night. He held my hand. In silence all the time till I woke up. I felt sort of blessed I could see him, I could be with him. But at the same time, my heart was bleeding. Anyway, some years later I saw the place I met him in a documentary. It was his house in Ascot. I recognised the trees and the road. Then I was really surprised because it was so similar to my dream. We can see Yoko in a smoke looking for him. Then he appears sort of floating and they sat in a bench!

Gosh, even the bench was the same! It was in his house in Ascot too. To make things even more strange the song is about a dream that seemed so real to him. And someone called his name: Just like I did in my dream. I dreamed about a movie he did before leaving to New York.

But it was on the night he died. I had never seen that place before! It means, it was also real because the place exists. And if it was real, then Yoko was really in pain. She had no part in his assassination. But…maybe there is another explanation for my dream. I am not an expert in dreams. John would never ever have allowed someone with a offkey shrill banshee like screaming to poison the harmonies of the Beatles songs and recording sessions.

He dressed differently, had a different diet, hung out with a different crowd. Once Yoko took over, his life as John Lennon was over and he started a different life as JohnandYoko Lennon and did everything she wanted. John became not just her assistant, but her robotic slave. What the hell happened to John? Back in the mid-sixties, if the Dr. What better way than to launch one conceptual artist named Yoko Ono and empower her to entrap John Lennon or Paul McCartney she approached Paul first in the summer of —some say it was —but Paul suggested she contact John instead.

Even before he had left the UK, his every interaction with the outside world was being monitored and controlled by Yoko Ono when he spent every minute of every hour of every day with her starting in May These comments provide a primer in the following: This control of John Lennon by Yoko still carries on even 38 years after John died, with controlling every image of John, and anything to do with the brand John Lennon.

John is still not a free man even 38 years after his death. But, she was empowered by unknown, unnamed devious powerful forces, she could not have done this alone. Anyone who mentions that John was hypnotized or mind controlled is considered some kind of a lunatic or anti-Yoko, but this happened to John and no one back in the sixties or seventies, or eighties or nineties had a clue this could happen.

John rediscovered his convictions through Yoko. It brought out the child in him. Over the next few weeks, says Pete, Yoko changed from being a timid little mouse into a tiger. After Yoko took the measure of her power over John — and through him, over the entire Beatles organization—she was to undergo a startling metamorphosis from a timid, fumbling mouse to a strong-willed, domineering tigress.

I was just a mate who hung around with John. But she was soon treating me like a servant to order about. John used to say. Yoko Ono made it very clear that she thoroughly disliked Pete, had no respect for him and did not want him. Again, no one can argue with that. Worst of all, John could have been ordered on an unconscious level to forget that he was ever hypnotized and that he would become depressed and start acting out taking drugs if he tried to remember what really happened or that he wanted to leave Yoko.

This happened in A woman in Philadelphia claims her doctor drugged and hypnotized her before she was sexually assaulted during what was supposed to be a routine exam. Think of it that way. John has suffered some kind of permanent brain damage with all the acid and other drugs and being possibly microturned into a zombie who is incapable of living without Yoko.

Someone really did a number on John. Tape loops swim and swirl. An orchestra tunes up. For years, I squinted for greatness in Revolution 9. What does it all mean? I just want it to stop. And John kept crowing for years after to anyone who would listen how great Revolution 9 was and then saying how passe Beatles music is.

And I love avant garde sounds. I used to listen a lot to experimental sounds in my Music Appreciation classes. Besides I simply adore all the loops in Tomorrow Never Knows. I love all sounds in Strawberry Fields Forever. But Revolution 9 is nothing. And i tried my best to appreciate it at least a little bit.

I disagree it is art. It is as terrible as Two Virgens and Life with the Lions. John simply had not feelings for that kind of sounds. No talent for that. Sometimes I think the problem was…he starteed feeling envious of Paul. As we know Paul was the first that got interested in experimenting. It was a mistake, I admit. But it meant only it was Paul the only one really interested in learning such things.

Then he insisted with the others and they said yes. All of them participated in Tomorrow Never Knows. But of course John knew that, without Paul, they would have not suceeded. So, when he found Yoko saying she was very talented OMG he found a way to show how advanced he was too. The only problem was…Yoko never had any kind of talent. But he could not accept it. Because of that some people still say that was fine.

And yet she sort of told us about it. She posed naked for Two Virgens cover with John. The king and the Queen were naked. But not even so people understood that she only was making a fool of everyone. Sexy Sadie is Yoko Ono. She monitored every interaction he had with anyone outside. John must have been terribly depressed to be ordered around and to have turned into a recluse and to have been turned into a househusband instead of being able to do what he had always loved doing: Jack used to tell me it was like John had been reborn.

John was happy to 40 years old and working again. He was becoming independent of Yoko, and no matter how hard she tried, she was losing control of him.

Yoko was also unaware that as John regained his confidence, he was speaking openly about leaving Yoko. With John dead she became owner of the bulk of their huge estate. Had John not died, and had he divorced her, she could have lost her wealth, power, and fame. Per other recent posts on this blog that document Yoko Ono carefully crafted every word spoken to the media about their relationship, about John both before and after he died, see this comment: Instead, this unattractive and untalented person latched onto that person and never let go and deepened their hold.

What started out as some kind of a joke, ended up as a prison sentence except there were no prison bars. Here are a some comments from this youtube video clip that spell out exactly how bad this must have been for John and he had no control consciously over this unconscious manipulation:.

Not being able to control your body, yikes! Reminds me of my sleep paralysis but this seems far worse. She got him to empty his soul about the worst event of his life and then basically sent him to hell, and with a smile on her face. Not just sick, but evil. John was 17 years old on July 15, when his mother Julia was struck and killed by an off duty police officer who was briefly suspended.

Plus it was worse because he had been in the process of finally having a relationship with his much beloved mother. John had promised May not to worry, that he would be home for dinner that Friday night. Obviously John was drugged up at a minimum. So many Beatles fans figure since John said he loved Yoko over and over, and married her, that he did. There were times that John would actually lunge at and start physically attacking anyone who said something negative about Yoko.

To make brownie points, Paul McCartney has gone on record as denying that Yoko had anything to do with a Beatles breakup. The extreme anger that John would have felt when he finally was drunk, got unleashed on poor May Pang and others, when in fact, John wanted to confront Yoko for forcing him to obey her via drugs and hypnosis against his will.

May writes extensively about how violent John became after getting extremely drunk and how she had to get help. As we all know, a slave cannot have a real relationship with their master because they have no rights in the relationship, they are not equals. A slave will always love his master because he has no other choice. Thank you for caring about what happened to John.

May others learn from what happened to John and better protect themselves. Thank you so much. What puzzles me is that May Pang wrote about it and even so people keep on saying that was the most beautiful love story from our times. I wish I had purchased her book. She was quite clear. John was really going to New Orleans and Yoko intervened. We all lost…I can only dream about that album with John and Paul together.

I think she was afraid he would never return to her. May Pang said something that showed how sad she got that he could not go because that was his right direction, not returning to Yoko. I loved this woman. I made some beautiful music and I got so fucked up with booze and shit and whatever. Finding where you belong can be most difficult, if you know what I mean, young fellow.

I was talking about the myth, sure. But lots of people think it was a kind of Romeo and Juliet. No problem if she is from Japan. The problem is she seems to be from the Dark Zone. Yes, I saw the scene showing stop smoking.

She forced herself on him by stalking him 8 Days a Week. The argument against taking drugs like LSD can be summed up in one sentence: John lost everything from taking so many drugs: The message is quite clear: Selby panicked when he could no longer remember part of his childhood memory: Per another comment in this blog about Dr.

Oh no, not true. But I am 70 years old. I have a good memory of everything. The Beatles were still very attractive not only to young girls but to most of us in Just see what happened in the streets of London during the Yellow Submarine premiere. And Gosh, they were stunning. You mention they were with long hair! Of course they were. They started it all! You may not know but they were the first singers with long hair in that time.

Before them it was not allowed. Very shocking, as it had a feminine look. They were the first with an androgynous look in rock n roll. Suddenly the girls could have the same hair as their idols that were boys! I remember some guys were fired from their jobs for having a Beatle Haircut. People may think it was not so scandalous because we got used to that but when it started it was really revolutionary.

They never had a clean cut image. It was only natural their would let their hair even longer with passsing time. And we loved it so much! Everthing else makes sense to me. A kind of people really wanted to destroy them exactly because of what they meant to youth. They were changing everything. But his fans never turned their back to them.

When they finally split for internal problems it caused a deep pain in our hearts. There is a video we can see the day they signed for the split. The reporter compared to the end of the British Empire. And some people were fainting and screaming outside the building.

In fact, they were in their most maginal time musically speaking and selling even more than before. They ended because they chose to do it as it was not possible anymore to live in that caos. With Yoko Ono and Allen Klein commanding the caos, of course. As for Elvis, I have a feeling the same people also destroyed him for the same reasons.

He was at the peak of fame but had to serve the army in Germany for two years. When he returned he was another man. And with a clean cut image, by the way. His hair was not long earlier, but it was quite charming. Not anymore after being a soldier.

Besides, see how succesful the White Album was. Abbey Road also sold more than any other album they created. We, their fans, never let them down. We loved them even more. We suffered to see yoko controlling John and causing that sad finale. In spite of that, they never really ended. Apple corps still exists and they are the owners. And their music will remain forever. They also managed to solve their issues later and were about to sing together again when John was shot.

It is very important not to change their story. A love story, by the way. Very important not to remove their meaning. They were much more than music. And every man today with longer hair should be thankfull to them. Yoko had previously scheduled and rescheduled this session 2 weeks before, then one week before, then a few days before and again calling John daily with updates for the cure of the century for smoking.

These people assisted with torturing John, drugging him, possibly forcing him into a bathtub, getting him to throw up, knocking him out, then repeating the cycle over and over. Who does this kind of shi t? Who knows how to do this cr p? Yoko must have paid a lot of money to get certain folks to moonlight for this operation.

So Yoko Ono resorted to drugging John and forcing him via hypnosis and commands and torture and she has gotten away with it ever since. He looked like a zombie. This kind of stop smoking hypnosis has nothing to do with a cure for smoking and everything to do with programming John to go back to Yoko and obey her every command and resume living at the Dakota as her slave.

Another piece of the puzzle: May Pang writes that John was like two different people after he reunited with Yoko in Feb That is so mean, a millionaire who takes back his TV when the Dakota already has 12 of them.

Another clue had John comparing the treatment to Primal Therapy, suggesting that Yoko used the ultimate weakness, his ever-present childhood trauma, to finally rope him back in. Thus Yoko must have spent most of her time very carefully thinking about and orchestrates every move that John made and every word said to the press and thus explains why Yoko needed to call him as many as 20 times a day. With Yoko telephoning daily it must have felt like a third party in the relationship.

What was it like for you and John? She would call with instructions of what to say, that she had thrown John out. We discussed a number of statements to make. It is no wonder that Yoko refused to leave John alone with any of the interviewers, not even for a minute, to make sure that John said everything she wanted him to say.

Yoko controlled virtually everything that John said in his last few days. On the afternoon of December 8, , a few hours before John Lennon was gunned down, John Lennon was still parroting whatever Yoko wanted him to say in his last interview with Dave Sholin of RKO radio Dave had never met the Lennons before. However, John managed to make one statement that suggests his personality had been split during that last interview:.

Lennon explains the public perception. But … all she did was take the bananas part of me out of the closet that, you know, has been inhibited by another part.

Parrot-like, the individuals so conditioned can merely repeat the thoughts which have been implanted in their minds by suggestion from outside. In effect the brain.

Yoko Ono, and May Pang. It is based on the firsthand observations of May Pang as well as interviews with number of people who knew both May and John when they were together. After sifting through the observations and interviews, it is the opinion of the authors that the relationship between May and John was essentially initiated, controlled, and then terminated by Yoko Ono.

Her admission has not been published in any interview online and can only be accessed via print edition and this post in the paragraph below. You can see that. I admire her for saying the obvious, but if John was happiest when he was with the Beatles and performing live with them, why did she do everything she did and more to keep him apart from his fellow Beatles bandmates and stop him from ever getting together with them, even as friends?

Sounds like she knew exactly what she was doing from the very beginning: Is this a confession in her later years or just a slip of the tongue? Her comment is not included as part of the main article: If she recognised that but it was not included in the article I suspect she regretted what she said. She is powerful, I know she is. So they removed it to please her. Of course it is only me wondering about it.

None of the individual articles are available online unless you buy the print edition backissue or buy the issue online not sure if that is possible. Here is the entire Yoko Ono quote as published for the Oct Mojo special issue, word for word, including the title and sub-title. Please note that this quote appears as one long paragraph in white text on black background in a single column inset on page There was a special roughness, a looseness on that day when they all played together.

Finally, Yoko is stating the obvious. Those are all very important things. Being in the Beatles was him in his true self, you know? John in his true self. In order to speed the message of love, you need to be tough. Yoko said tough twice. Is that because you were a pain in the backside in the studio and caused George Harrison to quit the Beatles a few weeks before on Jan 10, when John stopped talking altogether and forced everyone to talk to you in order to talk to John?

Finally George rejoined the Beatles a few days before the rooftop concert and agreed to do the impromptu rooftop concert despite the short notice. Who put her up to it and who helped her? The next question is: Those with a vested interest in getting the Beatles to breakup and destroy their public image via John Lennon making himself a much publicized public idiot.

It scrambled my brain for a year — it seems like years, but you know how it stretches time. The turning point was after going to a dinner party in March or April hosted by his dentist John Riley who served John, George, their wives Patti and Cynthia after dinner coffee spiked with LSD without prior consent although here is some controversy about whether or not Riley got permission from them to slip LSD without telling them first:.

Patti Boyd wrote they never saw the dentist again, they were so angry with him: I hated that, and I hated the fact that LSD was pulling him away from me. So Paul took John back to his townhouse to help him and decided to stay up and keep him company by taking acid for the first time with John. Perhaps what happened to Paul may explain what happened to John when John was taking acid with Yoko: How many times did John take acid with Yoko?

It must have been at least dozens of times and so she could easily dominate and manipulate John as the more times John took acid, the more fragmented, the more suggestible he became to whatever she said and suggested to him, even when he was no longer on acid. Lennon swallowed the wrong pill the night he was supposed to record backing harmonies for the song. Weirdness — and male bonding — ensued.

It was my first trip with John, or any of the guys. We stayed up all night, sat around and hallucinated a lot. Along with George and Ringo, we were best mates. You dissolve into each other. And it was amazing. It was a very freaky experience and I was totally blown away. John had been sitting around very enigmatically and I had a big vision of him as king, the absolutely Emperor of Eternity. It was a good trip.

His father left home when John was 3, the uncle he lived with died later, then his mother died. With rock stardom going to his head, John thought he knew better but LSD tripping made John a different person who was anxious, depressed, short-tempered, erratic, and unable to be a responsible father to Julian. John was blindsided by his frequent LSD tripping which he thought was helping him expand his consciousness and being able to drop out from his own sad memories and responsibilities as a father, the lead band member of the Beatles and not only destroyed his self but also his brain in the process, allowing Yoko to fully take advantage of a defenseless and vulnerable John Lennon.

Empowered, Yoko continued to persuade John to continue taking LSD even after he had stopped and was having bad trips. Even when he was in a good mood, John Lennon was not someone to disagree with. He rarely tolerated a dissenting opinion and always insisted on having the last word. John Lennon talked, but he never listened. It is a good comment. However there is a mistake here because John Lennon was not the lead band member of the Beatles.

I find strange that till now some fans has not discovered yet the Beatles were a quartet. Not John Lennon and the Beatles. All of them had the same importance. And for us fans from that time he never looked at all like a leader. They were an unity. The only band like that. I think it is rather sad people have not noticed that because that is one of their most important reason for their sucess. That was what made them so unique. The moment people ignore that they put them as any other conventional band.

And yet it is enough to see them in their movies, in the interviews, and listen to them to notice how they complemented each other. The only band most people around the world knew their names. Ringo, John , Paul, George.

John never came up not a little bit superior than the others. They were all the same size. Wonder what the outcome was for this class action lawsuit—see below, this has to be the tip of the iceberg since many guinea pigs used by state agencies have no memory of what was done to them or even what they did, sort of like the Bourne trilogy of films in this article published 11 years ago:.

John Lennon thought taking acid made life bearable because he was so easily bored. But he had no idea what the long term consequences would be from taking so much acid:. They invented LSD to control people and what they did was give us freedom. Read further on, especially about one Dr. With Brian dead, John could finally let his hair down and get rid of the Beatle John haircut and image. John was always the leader, the frontman for first the Quarry Men, then the Beatles.

He led by example, others followed because they wanted to be like him, not because John ordered them. As Howard Stern has joked, if John were still alive, he would be on wife 5 by now. Behind the Locked Door. She got John to be completely taken over by her and to get John to turn his back on his friends, and family.

Yoko Ono really knows how to break up a really great band and artistic partnership and get away with it and all the lies for 50 years. Who groomed her to pull this off? A reporter claims to have been mysteriously sent the proof after filing a request for a different set of information. These claim to use electromagnetic forces to achieve their aims, including inducing intense pain, itching or even rigor mortis.

So, covert methods of destabilizing John such as using electromagnetic forces could easily been used on John since they had already been developed by the sixties by both the UK and US:. Perhaps John was more sensitive to low frequency electromagnetic frequencies being targeted at him especially if he were taking drugs as well. Poor John… he had no idea that an entire military industrial complex using mind control techniques developed in WWII concentration camps was targeting him.

As George Harrison said Beatles Anthology: The vibe I picked up was that she was a wedge that was trying to drive itself deeper and deeper between him and us, and it actually happened.

The individuals chosen were sometimes then cast aside as broken individuals they were never meant to serve as more than puppets for a much grander scheme or killed outright.

Without the aid of a deprogrammer, those who survived became wandering, lost souls, never fully having an understanding of who they really are, nor of remembering specific aspects of the program. John was no longer the same personality when he was with Yoko Ono.

Yoko Ono controlled John and he became her captive, her prisoner, her possession that she could do with as she liked and she did whatever she wanted. Just think of it: Perhaps one of the key players was Dr. George Estabrooks, a Rhodes scholar with a doctorate from Harvard and who formulated guidelines for the use of hypnosis in military intelligence in both world wars, discovered how to split personalities into multiple parts. He writes as if he could and did hypnotise anyone he wanted to especially if the clandestine services so hated the Beatles and the youth movement.

Then, he obeyed her every command right in front of Paul, George, Ringo and the whole world. This has and is being done. Really how awful to think that John got himself hypnotized, his personality split or locked into a young 5 year old, his memory controlled.

How to Create Post Hypnotic Amnesia: Big money was behind this one, the same players responsible for making sure that the most evil Nazi SS doctors like Josef Mengele escaped prosecution for his horrific, unspeakable crimes. This would be so hard to prove in court if the participants are dead and there was no circumstantial evidence since John appeared to be wide awake, albeit with dilated eyes, looking drugged up, but still capable of reciting his lines about how the Beatles were nothing, that he was nothing until he met Yoko, how all he really wanted to do after Sean was born was to learn how to be a good house husband and make homemade bread.

Of course this was not permitted so that Yoko could save face to her high status Japanese relatives, which happen to be amongst the wealthiest and most powerful families in Japan. John was locked into some kind of trance mode in the studio where he no longer felt he needed to talk to anyone except for Yoko , not even his bandmates and John no longer cared if they got angry at him and let Yoko do the talking for him. Hypnosis is also described as a sleep-like state usually induced by another person called a hypnotist.

In this heightened state of deep relaxation and awareness, the hypnotized subject is susceptible to heightened suggestibility. Thank you Rhianna for the new info. A much younger Fred Seaman appears for a few minutes at 5min 30sec and May Pang appears earlier.

This youtube interview of the late Sparacino is all that remains on the internet of him—he appears in good physical and mental health. Apparently he was looking for a book deal before he suddenly became ill was he poisoned?

So watch it before it gets pulled. Sparacino says Y was tired of John and wanted to leave him. No obit can be found online.

Speak the truth and you too will be punished. Imagine the worst scenario for George who disliked outsiders inside the studio: In this post http: Of course Yoko came on the scene and I think she had some…she had a great influence on him. Because Yoko used him as a vessel for her own ideas: I will channel my ideas through you.

We will do this… All this avant gard stuff. He went along with everything. In fact, he summoned his bandmates and PR guy Derek Taylor and told them of this insight — and of his intention to hold a press conference and announce it to the world.

The other guys prevailed upon him to wait a while hoping the delusion would pass. But John continued to trip, and shortly summoned Yoko to his home. Thank you Kyle, very interesting.

My Life with the Beatles. Soon after, John first told Tony Bramwell how uninterested he was with tin the artwork at the gallery opening and also found Yoko to be pushy and unattractive at the Indica. John wanted to avoid her at first. Maybe John had been turned around during his stay in India because Yoko stalked him all the way to be with him in India and to make sure he never got back together with Cynthia after all.

There is no way Yoko would have stayed away from John for nearly 2 months and just send loads of postcards, which John never responded to and never wrote back to her.

November 7 John celebrated his return from his film duties in Spain by indulging in a three-day orgy of LSD, during which he made several avant-garde recordings with the Mellotron that had recently been installed in his home studio at Kenwood.

December John and Yoko met for the second time, at the opening of a Claes Oldenburg exhibition. Once Yoko got ahold of John by offering him kinky sex and drugs, she was able to break him down and get him to renounce his much beloved Beatles. There is a photo of the 4 Beatles during the Let It Be studios where they all look absolutely miserable except for Yoko.

What kind of BS crap is that? She had no talent as an artist or as a singer. Her only talent was in wreaking havoc on others for her own benefit and continuing the myth that John loved her. From everything I knew of John and Yoko together, Yoko had the uncanny ability to make him do anything she wanted.

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