Wednesday, July 31, 2013

More Little Paul and Tecopa

Patty thought she'd squeeze one more post out of the cool photos that "Friend of the Blog" sent in. His notes read as follows:

Hanging out in the Snake Pit. (Patty's note: no, not that Snake Pit. This is different). L to R : Jonnie Watkins, Paul Watkins, Patty Mohn, Gary Mohn, Unk. Woman, "Tex" (Patty's note: no not that Tex. This is different too) and Bartender LeeAnn.

1980 Watkins Art Studio and Rock Shop. Downtown Tecopa, CA. Gary Mohn, Paul Watkins, Jonnie Watkins.

Pink Trailer Café, Tecopa Hot Springs, 1979 Vicky on break, enjoying Kay's Breakfast. In background: Gary Mohn and Paul Watkins.

Tecopa "Back in the Day"! Store, Gas Station and Paul Watkins' Jeep parked in front of the Old Tin Garage!
Patty supposes you could call these Paul's "Halcyon Days" between what came before and what happened afterwards. Paul died of cancer a decade later at what was still a very young age.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Barred From World He Loved, Just Getting By Is a Trial

"The man at the table has lived the last year in a Garden Grove motel. Before that, it was four years in a Costa Mesa motel. Now 28 years since the Manson trial, Irving Kanarek is 78 years old...He's had bouts with mental illness and cancer, but says he feels fine. He lives on Social Security and says he can't afford a car.

Amid the carnival-like atmosphere of the Manson trial, Kanarek was much more than a bit player. Although Bugliosi referred to Kanarek in his summation as "the Toscanini of tedium"....

He hasn't practiced since November of 1989 when, in his own words, "I flipped out." Beset by personal problems, Kanarek was admitted to the Harbor-UCLA Medical Center for psychiatric treatment.

He's uncertain how long he stayed there and says he then spent another couple years after his release in a "rest home." But by the time he regained his mental faculties, he says, he had lost his law practice and the State Bar paid out three claims against him from former clients totaling $40,500.

And he remains faithful to his most famous client: "Manson was a personable guy. He had nothing to do with those murders. The people who testified against him are all criminals"."


Thanks Rob C for the tip...

Monday, July 29, 2013

How Dare The Void Waste Ron Hughes?

*A little about Ron Hughes from various online sources.  According to vital records Ronald William Hughes was born March 16, 1935 in Los Angeles County.  The 1940 US Census says that he had one older brother and one younger sister.  His parents were named John and Anita and his father was employed as a draftsman in the oil industry.  They lived at 2807 Badan Ave. Los Angeles.

Ron was a Korean War veteran having served in the Army.  He graduated from UCLA.  He was admitted to the California Bar Association June 1969.   He was employed by the public defenders office and became acquainted with Manson while visiting him in jail.  He was Manson's attorney for a short time before becoming Van Houten's attorney.  The Manson case was literally Ron's first court case.

This is an article that appeared in the Los Angeles Free Press December 11, 1970, page 3.  It is NOT an article that is included in "The Charles Manson Report" compiled by the Freep and available for download at .  (This is a great resource and you should download it for future reference)

It's a wonderful tribute article to the man that was Leslie Van Houten's attorney.  Hughes body had not been found at the time this was written.

Ed Sanders

We were returning from the Sespe Hot Springs area past the freshly oozed-together mounds of silt and the pink-ended living tree trunks scattered in the chaos of the river bed and the boulders pushed down the gorge by the idiot rain-flood, knowing that Ron Hughes, gentleman and friend, was dead.  In his honor, as we drove down the muddy road, we were violating H11 530 of the California penal code, filling our lungs with the sweet smoke of Ra.

The ardent cause of his death was an intense spew of rain, 12 inches in 18 hours, that caused a punk little creek to rise up and widen and sweep him off his feet as he attempted to carry some transcripts of the trial from his mud-marooned VW back to his camp.  Evidently he tried to ford the rising waters and God stomped his face.  In the incidence of those Boy Scout several years ago, some were washed down to the sea many miles away down Sespe Gorge to the Santa Clara River to the Oxnard confluence.  Thallata!!!  Thallata!!!

In a box in Ron's marooned VW, were several books, among them: Criminal Law and Its Processes, Attorney For  The Damned -- Clarence Darrow, The Death Penalty in America and a book on organic food structures.  He was sorely human, attired in his sharp suits from the MGM props sale of last summer, as the trial progressed and Judge Older slapped him into the slams for a jive contempt of court charge, and one observed him investigating and preparing his case.  His client, Leslie Van Houten, had the best chance to win her freedom and he was totally aware of it -- and he worked hard on her behalf.  He brought into court what seemed like half of the staff of the Patton State nut hatch wherein had recently resided Diane Lake, the chief witness against Miss Van Houten.  He brought the staff members into a court hearing to try to show that her mind was out to lunch as of being able to remember events during August 69 chop-time.  He transcribed hours of tapes of the various police interrogations of such as Danny De Carlo and Miss Lake (AKA Snake, Diane Bluestein and Diane E Mak), seeking data with which to save the life of his client.

He was not a robot; he took his time.  He had the greatest knowledge of dope-lore one has encountered.  It was thrilling to watch the jurors jotting down notes as Ron cross-examined Linda Kasabian about trimming the strychnine hairs off a peyote plant.

He had a great sense of humor, as when he described the jury, when asked by the media  just after the jury was "chosen", as being like a bad acid trip.  Or when he asked the Polanski maid, Mrs. Chapman, if Peter Sellers had made any calls to the Cielo Drive residence on August 8, 1969.  Or when he seriously discussed making pregnant, thru some sort of courtroom sperm transference, the female defendants, just before the penalty phase of the trial so as to arouse emotions of life and pity in the jury. 

He was a new form of radical lawyer.  There was one point last summer when he was going to wear a white toga (from MGM Ben Hur props, buddy) to court - but it was made apparent to him that Judge Older's mind was not dialed anywhere near such an event.

It was refreshing when he brought several of R Crumb's comic books, including  Snatch #2, into court for the girls to read.  He was a great guy, with no hostile edges.  I never heard him say a cruel word about anybody.

Last June he and I went together to Inyo to visit the Barker and Myers Ranch, talk to the local miners, and generally go on hole patrol.  We drove one of the automobiles from his West L.A. automobile graveyard - black hulk of impending desolation that severally he had parked by his house.  In the middle of the Mojave desert in the middle of the night: wshoomp! the hood of the Stude fell away and sailed into the night and we spent a bit of time scouring on the hood.  Later we walked all over Barker ranch area looking for lost dune buggies, hidden camps and the layout of Manson's last stand.  It was a marvel to see him stalking in his tennis shoes down desolate canyons speaking data into his tape recorder.  He was great.

The greatest tribute to Ron Hughes came from a close friend who has back packed into the Sespe Hot Springs area almost daily looking for signs of him.  Often he was carted around thru the mud in Ventura County Sheriff's vehicles as he searched.  In spite of the close proximity of the police, Ron's friend nevertheless carried with him a waterproof jar with some rolled Ra weed joints so that should he find Ron safe, he could rejoice and hold a communal ritual of happiness.

How dare the void waste Ron Hughes?"

Friday, July 26, 2013

Roman Polanski, Charles Manson, Judge Rittenband and wide spread corruption in American Courts

On the recent release of the original 1973 MANSON film on Limited Edition DVDs, the by-line reads: The HORRIFYING and SHOCKING story that never ends!! But that is certainly an understatement. With Roman Polanski's recent arrest in Switzerland, quite possibly a whole new chapter relating to the Tate / LaBianca massacre, will now be played out, One might question, how was the murder of Mr. Polanski's wife and child related to his statutory rape case, eight years later? Are certain people affected by a Manson curse? What similarities in the lives of Charles Manson and Roman Polanski have had an influence on each of their destinies? And why does it all have relevance to today?

First, to not consider that the early childhoods of both public figures had a profound effect on their adult directions, is just plain ignorant. While the young Charles Manson was nothing more than a throw-away child, bounced from American foster homes to so-called institutions for wayward boys, the young Polanski suffered at the hands of perhaps the most evil empire to ever have existed. Both of their early lives and later crimes must be studied in the proper context, in order for any intelligent discussion on the subject to even begin.

But already, battle lines are being drawn, mob mentality is setting in, and most everyone is taking one side or the other, so what is the real issue here? Just as in the Manson Murders case, the Prosecution paints a bleak picture of a depraved defendant. This is to ensure that the public will despise Polanski, even if he is released without serving further prison time. Contrary to popular belief, the practice of law is not about serving justice, but about winning at all costs. Shouldn't we be concerned about why Mr. Polanski fled the US?

While we now know that a specific Prosecutor lied in a documentary film, in order to affect the public's perception of certain aspects of the Polanski case, we may never realize the full effect of the judicial fraud put upon the once reputable legal system. That officers of the court, including a somewhat mentally challenged judge have rocked many people’s faith and belief in American justice, is perhaps the cruelest kind of rape. After all, the equitable and fair administration of justice is all that we the people have, that separates us from an uncivilized world.

Without question, Roman Polanski received a celebrity sweetheart plea deal and for Judge Rittenband to agree to it, well that's the advantage of having a high profile attorney on your side. But apparently, Polanski was not informed that while in the Judges' good graces, nothing more than doing only penance is acceptable. Instead, he was caught by a photographer at an Oktoberfest celebration and the photo found it's way into a newspaper. As far as the Court was concerned, he should have been making a movie and not enjoying any free time.

So a disturbed Los Angeles Prosecutor, who apparently took a special interest in Polanski's personal life, handed the newspaper, with Polanski's picture in it, to the bailiff in Rittenband's courtroom. He said, "Here, give this to the judge", knowing the picture would rub the judge the wrong way. Of course, that should have been the end of it, a childlike game between officers of the court, but when the judge saw the photo of Polanski out on the town, he blew it. Directly to a reporter from The Outlook he commented, "Screw the deal, he's going to state prison". Polanski's attorney found out and Polanski skipped the country. Of course, no honorable jurist would have reacted in such a disgraceful manner, but instead, would have called Polanski's attorney to appear before him in open court and then he would have questioned the attorney regarding the subject issue.

So now we have a very serious situation, where even the President of the United States should step in, as a lawyer, and demand that judicial reform, like healthcare reform be enacted immediately. Be assured, the Polanski matter is not an isolated situation. Judge Rittenband was 72 years old at the time of his dealings with Polanski and most likely dementia was already affecting his thinking. After Roman Polanski fled the states, the judge is known to have commented that he would stay on the bench until Roman was apprehended and that's personal, not related to the business of justice. As for Los Angeles Prosecution's, unethical conduct, how can any person now think that they can get a fair trial or equitable relief in any American courtroom?

There's no doubt but that Rittenband was a brilliant jurist in his younger days, but when his position of public trust became his personal weapon, the administration of justice was not only prejudiced, but sabotaged. Make no mistake, the entire system of American justice is slowing becoming exposed for its cracked foundation and crumbling structure. Actually, it can no longer be rightfully considered a system, but a game of cards where the dealers all have agendas of their own. You can ask any lawyer who practices in any courthouse in America and he can name the judges in his district who really shouldn't be wearing a black robe. Obviously, our founding fathers had no idea that old age can produce a demented mind. When US President Ronald Reagan, while still holding office developed dementia, absolutely nobody had any idea as to what to do. Thank God, things turned out okay.

In the new MANSON book you will discover much dishonesty and unethical game playing amongst the legal players in the Manson murders case, to the extent certain witnesses lied. Susan Atkins could have easily received a new trial. Unfortunately for her, a new trial could have put her back on death row. Now Mr. Polanski finds himself in a similar catch 22. To start anew, he would face multiple felony counts, instead of one lesser charge of having intercourse with a minor.

Should Polanski only have to serve out the remainder of his original 90 day evaluation sentence as that was the "deal" Judge Rittenband agreed upon? But then we the people will not get to see and judge for ourselves the full extent of America's judicial breakdown, as evidenced in the Polanski case?

There is no question that what Roman Polanski did to a thirteen year old girl is reprehensible. And what the Manson Gang did to Mr. Polanski's family defies most all forms of reason, but what two officers of the court, a Prosecutor and the Judge did to destroy the very credibility of the justice system should be considered treasonous.

So why don't we try to learn and understand how horrendous childhood experiences directly affect later life in certain people? No doubt, Judge Rittenband had some dark secrets in his closet and the prosecutor who ignited the whole Polanski legal fiasco, shouldn't he at least be subjected to a 90 day psychiatric evaluation. Otherwise, we are only left to understand that their actions were simply evil and the product of some sort of devil's curse.

Of course, if the Prosecution even senses that putting Polanski on trial will also cause its dirty laundry to be hung out in public, a "deal" will be made. The Federal Court gave Bernie Madoff a quick deal, in order to keep him quiet, thus, it's very likely Polanski will come out just fine. So then, you'll have to read the MANSON book, in order to understand more about how judicial gangsters are taking over American's legal system.

- Robert Hendrickson

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Thursday, July 25, 2013

Desert Sun (Brooks and Little Paul)

Recently uncovered photos of Little Paul, Brooks Poston and their band "Desert Sun." Thank you "Friend of the Blog," you know who you are.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

The LaBianca Family: Louis and Angela Smaldino, John DiSantis

from 40 YEARS LATER Shelly Slater reports (8/9/2009)

"Lynnette "Squeaky" Fromme, a member of the Charles Manson cult will be released on parole this week. She was convicted of trying to assassinate President Gerald Ford and has been jailed at a Fort Worth federal facility. The release comes near the 40th anniversary of the violent killing spree by Manson's so-called "family members."

"It doesn't seem like 40 years ago," said Angela Smaldino, whose aunt and uncle were among those killed during the spree. "It's like it just happened." Smaldino said life was never the same after Leno and Rosemary LaBianca were murdered. "This murder traumatized the nation," she said. "I couldn't tell anyone I was related to them because they would physically back up and not want to talk to me."

Smaldino, who now lives in North Texas, said her family rarely speaks of that night. Instead, she said, they repressed their feelings and moved on. "And it isn't that they just killed Leno and Rosemary, they killed my entire family," she said. "My grandma, dad, me - all of us suffered some death."

In 1999, Smaldino was the first member of the LaBianca family to show up at a parole hearing for Leslie Van Houten, who has now been denied parole more than a dozen times. "I hope she's changed," she said. "I'm sure she has. She has been in jail a very long time and time itself would make a change, but it doesn't change what she did."

Multiple parole hearings for Mason family members will take place in the coming year. Smaldino said she wants justice and no parole since she said she has felt no remorse from those convicted. "None of us have gotten a letter from them, ever," she said. "Why haven't we?" However, Smaldino said she did forgive so that she could move on. "I don't want them to die feeling like they weren't forgiven," she said. "At least now they know they are."

In 2000, Angela was joined by her brother Louis Smaldino and another of Leno's nephews John DiSantis (pictured at right, courtesy of in making public statements against Van Houten's release. In 2006, DeSantis read a letter from Leno’s eldest daughter Cory. In the letter, Cory LaBianca related to the board fond recollections she had from time spent with her family at Waverly and how those memories were fractured by the murders.

You can see video of Angela with Debra Tate here.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013


Monday, July 22, 2013

The Cover of the Rollin' Stone...

We take all kinds of pills that give us all kind of thrills
but the thrill we'll never know Is the thrill that'll getcha
when you get your picture on the cover of the Rollin Stone...

In 1970, David Dalton (co-founder of Rolling Stone Magazine), and co-writer David Felton won the prestigious Columbia School Of Journalism Award for their Rolling Stone interview with Charles Manson.

When asked was it like to interview Charles Manson in 1970 for your Rolling Stone piece with David Felton, he replied:
David had worked for real newspapers, I had only written for rock magazines--pretty much only for Rolling Stone, actually. I was, as I said, a rock evangelist, and, like most of my hippie peers (including Jann--who originally wanted to put "Manson Is Innocent" on the cover), I thought Manson was innocent and had been railroaded by the L.A.P.D. It was a scary awakening for me to find out that not every long-haired, dope-smoking freak was a peace-and-love hippie. My whole harrowing adventure is told in "If Christ Came Back as a Con Man: Or How I Started out Thinking Charlie Manson Was Innocent and almost Ended Up Dead" in Gadfly--which should be archived at Gadfly. Org, I would think.
Follow the link to the Gadfly article, it's a good read.


An Audience with Charles Manson, a.k.a. Jesus Christ Moving slowly across the municipal geometry of civic buildings and police officers, a man comes toward us looking directly into the sun, his arms stretched out in supplication, like the Sierra Indian. From a hundred feet away his eyes are flashing, all two-dimensional boundaries gone. A strange place to be tripping, outside the new, all concrete, Los Angeles County Jail.

"You're from ROLLING STONE," he says.

"How did you know?"

No answer. He leads us to the steps of the jail's main entrance, pivots and again locks his gaze into the sun. "Spirals," he whispers. "Spirals coming away...circles curling out of the sun." His fingers weave patterns in the air. A little sun dance.

"A hole in the fourth dimension," we suggest.

His easy reply: "A hole in all dimensions."

This is Clem, an early member of the family called Manson. Inside is another, Squeaky, a friendly girl with short, red hair and freckles. Her eyes, too, are luminous, not tripping, but permanently innocent. Children from the Village of the Damned.

We went to the attorney-room window to fill out forms. Two guards watched from a glass booth above. A surprise: we were not searched. "Step inside the gate," says a disembodied voice. "Keep clear of the gate."

After nearly an hour he comes in. The guards greet him, casual, friendly.

"Hi, Charlie, how are you today?"

"Hi, man, I'm doin' fine," he says, smiling.

He's wearing prison clothes, blue denim jacket and pants. His hair is very long and bushy, he pushes it out of his face nervously. He looks different, older and stranger than in the press photos. His beard has been shaved off recently, and it is growing back black and stubbly. He has a long face with a stubborn jaw, wizened and weathered like the crazy country faces you see in old TVA photographs. A cajun Christ. He moves, springing, light as a coyote.

"Can't shake hands," he explains, jumping back. "Against the rules."

He unfolds casually in the chair. He strokes his chin, like a wizard trapped under a stone for a thousand years.


All the good music was stolen. What's there is a couple of years old. I've written hundreds of songs since then. I've been writing a lot while I was in jail.

I never really dug recording, you know, all those things pointing at you. You get into the studio, and it's hard to sing into microphones. [He clutches his pencil rigidly, like a mike.] Giant phallic symbols pointing at you. All my latent tendencies... [He starts laughing and making sucking sounds. He is actually blowing the pencil!] My relationship to music is completely subliminal, it just flows through me.


Ego is the man, the male image. [His face tenses, his eyes dart and threaten. He clenches his fist, bangs it on the table. He gets completely behind it, acting it out, the veins standing out in his neck.] Ego is the phallic symbol, the helmet, the gun. The man behind the gun, the mind behind the man behind the gun. My philosophy is that ego is the thinking mind. The mind you scheme with, make war with. They shoved all the love in the back, hid it away. Ego is like, "I'm going to war with my ego stick." [He waves an imaginary rifle around, then sticks it in his crotch.]


Yeah, well, paranoia is just a kind of awareness, and awareness is just a form of love. Paranoia is the other side of love. Once you give in to paranoia, it ceases to exist. That's why I say, submission is a gift, just give in to it, don't resist. It's like saying, "Tie me on the cross!" Here, want me to hold the nail? Everything is beautiful if you want to experience it totally.


It's paranoia...and it's paranoia...and it's paranoia...UNH! [He mimics terror, total paranoia, scrunching up his body into a ball of vibrating fear that suddenly snaps and slumps back in ectasy.] It's like when I went into the courtroom. Everybody in the courtroom wanted to kill me. I saw the hatred in their eyes, and I knew they wanted to kill me, and I asked the sheriffs, "Is somebody goint to shoot me?" That's why I feel like I'm already dead. I know it's coming. It's the cops who put that feeling into their heads. They don't come in with that.

They whisper, so I can hear it, "Sharon Tate's father is in court." And then they go over and shake him down to see if he has a gun, and they're just putting that idea into his head. He has a nice face. I saw him the first day in court. He doesn't want to kill me. They're putting that into his head. You know, they say things like, "We wouldn't want you to shoot the defendant." And every day I see him in court, his face gets a little harder, and one day he's gonna do it.

And they put the whole thing in his head, feeding him all those negative vibrations. And if you keep doing that, it's got to happen. I know it's coming. They all got their things pointed at me, and they want to use them badly. But actually they can't use them, and that's what makes them so mad. They can't make love with them, they're all suffering from sex paranoia.

They've been following me for three years, trying to find something, and wherever they go there's like thirty women. And that really makes them mad. They can't understand what all these women are doing with one guy.

They're looking for something dirty in everything, and if you're looking for something, you'll find it. You have to put up some kind of face for them, and that's the only face they understand. The answer is to accept the cross. I've accepted it. I can go up on the cross in my imagination. Oh, ooooooh, aaaah! [The orgasmic crucifixion! He gives a long sigh of relief.]

Have you ever seen the coyote in the desert? [His head prowls back and forth.] Watching, tuned in, completely aware. Christ on the cross, the coyote in the desert - it's the same thing, man. The coyote is beautiful. You learn from the coyote just like you can learn from a child. A baby is born into this world in a state of fear. Total paranoia and awareness. He sees the world with eyes not used yet. As he grows up, his parents lay all this stuff on him. They tell him, when they should be letting him tell them. Let the children lead you.

The death trip is something they pick up from their parents, mama and papa. They don't have to die. You can live forever. It's all been put in your head. They program him by withholding love. They make him into a mechanical toy. [He sings from his album, jerking his arms like a spastic Tin Man.] "I am a mechanical boy/I am my mother's toy."

Everything happened perfectly for me in my life. I picked the right mother, and my father, I picked him too. He was a gas, he cut out early in the game. He didn't want me to get hung up. [Charlie laughs privately at his private joke.]


There is only One. I'm the One. Me is first. I don't care about you. I'm not thinking about what other people think, I just do what my soul tells me. People said I was a leader. Here's the kind of leader I was. I made sure the animals were fed. Any sores on the horses? I'd heal them. Anything need fixing? I'd fix it. When it was cold, I was always the last one to get a blanket.

Pretty soon I'd be sitting on the porch, and I'd think, "I'll go and do this or that." And one of the girls would say, "No, let me." You've go to give up, lie down and die for other people, then they'll do anything for you. When you are willing to become a servant for other people, they want to make you a master. In the end, the girls would be just dying to do something for me. I'd ask one of them to make a shirt for me, and she'd be thrilled because she could do something for me. They'll work twenty-four hours a day if you give them something to do.

I can get along with girls, they give up easier. I can make love to them. Man has this ego thing. [Charlie stiffens up, holding on to his prick.] I can't make love to that. Girls break down easier. When you get beyond the ego thing, all you're left with is you; you make love with yourself. With a girl, you can make love with her until she's exhausted. You can make love with her until she gives up her mind, then you can make love with love. [Charlie starts to run his hands up and down his body, caressing himself like a stripper, his fingers tingling like a faith healer in a trance. They dance all over his body.] You climax with every move you make, you climax with every step you take. The breath of love you breathe is all you need to believe. [Charlie pulls a thousand postures from the air. He squirms, stiffens, anguishes with ecstasy.] Oooooh, aaaaaaaah, uhhhhn! Your beard, it feels sooooo good, mmmmmmm! [His fingers, with half-inchlong nails, fondle his own face, his stubbly chin, impersonating the hands of an unseen lover, making love with himself.] Your beard feels sooo good, mmmmmmm, yes it does. It all comes from the father into the woman. [Suddenly he assumes his teaching position.] See, it's because I am a bastard that I can accept the truth. Hell, I am my father! The Father... the Son... [He withdraws in mock terror from some imaginary host of accusers, pushing the thought away with extended hands.] No, no, NO... it's not me... you've got it all wrong. I'm not-you couldn't think that! I don't know what you're talking about. Listen, I'll get a job. [He continues fighting his phantom, Jacob wrestling with his angel, then giggles.] See, the cop-out is Christianity. If you believe in Christianity, you don't have to believe in Christ. Get a job and you won't have to think about it at all.

Being in jail protected me in a way from society. I was inside, so I couldn't take part, play the games that society expects you to play. I've been in jail twenty-two years. The most I was out was maybe six months. I just wasn't contaminated, I kept my innocence. I got so I actually loved solitary. That was supposed to be punishment. I loved it. There is nothing to do in prison anyway, so all they can get you to do is "Get up! Sit down!" So solitary was great. I began to hear music inside my head. I had concerts inside my cell. When the time came for my release, I didn't want to go. Yeah, man, solitary was beautiful.


The judge is just the flip side of the preacher. He took away my pro per privilege because they don't want me to speak. They want to shut me up, because they know if I get up on the stand, I am going to blow the whole thing wide open. They don't want to hear it. Between you and me, if that judge asks for my life, I'm going to give it to him right there in the courtroom. But first of all he is going to have to deal with my music, the music in my fingers and my body. [Charlie demonstrates. His nails tap out an incredible riff on the table, the chair, the glass of the booth, like the scurrying footsteps of some strung-out rodent.]

He is going to have to deal with that power. I'm probably one of the most dangerous men in the world if I want to be. But I never wanted to be anything but me. If the judge says death, I am death. I've always been dead. Death is life.

Anything you see in me is in you. If you want to see a vicious killer, that's who you'll see, do you understand that? If you see me as your brother, that's what I'll be. It all depends on how much love you have. I am you, and when you can admit that, you will be free. I am just a mirror.

Did you see what they did to that guy in the Chicago Seven trial? Hoffman saw in those guys what he wanted to see. That's why he found them guilty. The white man is fading, everybody knows that. The black man will take over, they can't stop it. And they won't be able to stop me either unless they gag me.


They were the first people to have power. The pharaohs were black. The Egyptians took one man and raised him up above the rest. They put him on the throne and they fed all these lines of energy into him. [He folds his arms across his chest like Tutankhamen, holding his pencil between two fingers like a pharaoh's rod.] That means power. This represents the penis, the power. They built the pyramids with this energy. Love built the pyramids. Power without love is aggression. There has been no true love since the pharaohs. Except for J.C. He knew what love meant.

Tempt me not. Do you remember the story about Jesus on the hill? You know, the devil takes Him to the edge of this cliff, [Charlie leans over the table as if precariously on the edge of the Void] and he says to Him, "If you're God, prove it by jumping off the edge." And Jesus says, "There ain't nothing to prove, man." When you doubt, your mind is in two parts. It's divided against itself. See, Christ is saying, "Past, get behind me." The Devil is in the past. The Devil is the past. What he is saying is, "Don't think. He who thinks is lost, because if you have to think about something, to doubt it, you're lost already."

My philosophy is: Don't think. I don't believe in the mind that you think with and scheme with. I don't believe in words. IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN WORDS, WHY DO YOU USE SO MANY OF THEM? Words are symbols. All I'm doing is jumbling the symbols in your brain. Everything is symbolic. Symbols are just connections in your brain. Even your body is a symbol.


What do you think it means? It's the battle of Armageddon. It's the end of the world. It was the Beatles "Revolution 9" that turned me on to it. It predicts the overthrow of the Establishment. The pit will be opened, and that's when it will all come down. A third of all mankind will die. The only people who escape will be those who have the seal of God on their foreheads. You know the part, "They will seek death, but they will not find it."


[Charlie starts drawing some lines on the back of a sheet of white paper, three vertical lines and one horizontal line. In the bottom area he writes the word SUB.] Okay. Give me the names of four songs on the album. [We chose "Piggies," "Helter Skelter" and "Blackbird," and he adds "Rocky Raccoon." Charlie writes down the titles at the top of each vertical section. Under "Helter Skelter" he draws a zigzag line, under "Blackbird" two strokes, somehow indicating bird sounds. Very strange.] This bottom part is the subconscious. At the end of each song, there is a little tag piece on it, a couple of notes. Or like in "Piggies," there's "oink, oink, oink." Just these couple of sounds. And all these sounds are repeated in "Revolution 9." Like in "Revolution 9" all these pieces are fitted together and they predict the violent overthrow of the white man. Like you'll hear "oink, oink," and then right after that, machine-gun fire. [He sprays the room with imaginary slugs.] AK-AK-AK-AK-AK-AK!


I think it's a subconscious thing. I don't know whether they did or not. But it's there. It's an association in the subconscious. This music is bringing on the revolution, the unorganized overthrow of the Establishment. The Beatles know in the sense that the subconscious knows.


Coon. You know that's a word they use for black people. You know the line, "Gideon checked out/And he left it no doubt/To help with good Rocky's revival." Rocky's revival - re-vival. It means coming back to life. The black man is going to come back into power again. "Gideon checks out" means that it's all written out there in the New Testament, in the Book of Revelations.


I don't care. I'm as at home here as anywhere. Anywhere is anywhere you want it to be. It's all the same to me. I'm not afraid of death, so what can they do to me? I don't care what they do. The only thing I care about is my love.

Death is psychosomatic. The gas chamber? [Charlie laughs.] My God, are you kidding? It's all verses, all climaxes, all music. Death is permanent solitary confinement, and there is nothing I would like more than that.

* * * * * * * *

A bell rings. A deputy comes over to tell us the time is up. The jail is closing for the night. Charlie gives us a song he's composed in jail, "Man Cross Woman," written neatly on lined yellow paper ripped from a legal tablet.

Charlie just stands at the entrance to the attorney room, smiling. Outside, in the distance, Clem and Squeaky wave and smile back ecstatically at their captured kind, their fingers pressed against the glass. The deputies watch Charlie, puzzled, as he flops his head from one side to the other like a clown. They cannot see Clem and Squeaky behind them, imitating his every movement, communicating in a silent animal language.

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Comic Book

From a blog member- This just screams Charlie does it not?

Friday, July 19, 2013

Sexy Sadie gets probed by Bill Nelson

While cruising around the Internet superhighway, I came across a letter from Susan Atkins to Bill Nelson from 1992 where she had answered some questions that Bill had previously asked her in a letter. For those of you who do not know who the late Bill Nelson was, well, he was an author, and self-claimed researcher on EVERYTHING having to do with the Tate/LaBianca murders, etc., although in my opinion, he was more like a stalker than anything else. Anyway, I do apologize for not giving you the full letter. Frankly, it is too long & dragged out with her quotations from the Bible, and ramblings. As everyone recalls, Susan Atkins was a born-again Christian, and every other sentence in her correspondence had something to do with religion. Of course, to each their own in that aspect. I would never judge someone for their beliefs/disbeliefs. This letter is interesting in so many ways, but especially in the Bruce Davis kind of way. Hasn't Bruce Davis told the parole board over & over again that after he participated in Shorty Shea's murder, he was really disturbed, and went off to be by himself for a day or two? Well, according to the Sexy one, that isn't exactly what happened. He failed to mention that he was not only part of the execution squad, but also had a job as part of the clean up crew. This is the first time I have heard about this. I do remember reading that his finger prints were found on Shorty's foot locker, or something to that effect, but didn't know about the other parts. Of course, we all know it is hearsay now, but it still makes for an interesting read. Here is where the letter starts pertaining to her answers to the questions he had asked her in a previous letter:

I’m going to attempt to answer your questions, however, Bill, I really want you to hear me every time you probe me for answers that you think I may have tucked away in my brain from the past, it is VERY painful for me to go back to those awful times. Then I think, well, perhaps I may remember something that may help solve a murder, and isn’t it worth the pain to see if perhaps I may know something that could help someone so, per your request, I’ve probed and come up with the following:

  1. I have no idea of who DeGrimstone is, however, there was a man that Charlie had met at Spahn’s ranch, and out at Golar Wash, and he was a Christian Scientist(I think she meant Scientologist). Bruce Davis was a friend of his, and I think they knew each other from England, but I do not know his last name, and I think that his first name might have been John, but that is a guess. I also remember that Charlie did not like him very much, and also, that Paul Watkins and he got along VERY WELL.

  1. I have no memory of a teaching about water at every killing, whatsoever, but I do remember he instructed the guys, I don’t know which ones, that it was important to put tanks or big barrels of water out in the desert at strategic places so they would always have water to drink.

  1. He never mentioned those who were murdered being his slaves in the afterlife, in my presence. Your questions is the first reference I’ve ever heard of such a thing.

  1. I do not recall ever entering the Process Church in S.F., in fact the first I ever heard of such a church was when I was reading Ultimate Evil by Maurey Terry.

  1. I know nothing about a primered Chevy Corvette.

  1. Yes, I remember a Studabake, but it was my fathers when I was growing up, sorry, I do not recall any such car at Spahn’s, I don’t think I was cognizant enough to determine a make or model of any car or truck.

  1. I never heard, as God is my witness, Doreen Gaul’s name before until I read it in your letter, and I really didn’t know that Bruce Davis had a girlfriend.

  1. Charlie told me that Shorty Shea had been killed, when he told me and Gypsy and Clem and Mary Brunner and Bruce to go to the site of where he was killed and buried, or the general vicinity of his burial, and look for blood on the ground, or the leaves, and to clean up any evidence. That is how I know where to take the D.A. to try to find Shorty’s body. I was told that it was Steve Grogan, Tex, Bruce, and Charlie who killed Shorty. I think it was Steve who told me, and that he had cut off his head.

  1. I do not remember saying any such thing about Steve Grogan, however, it sure isn’t out of the realm of possibilities that someone said it, and I got tagged with it. And it is, by the way, really annoying to have so many people out there in the world perceive me as some sex crazed person, really annoying!!!!

  1. I do not know who the Jane Doe is, although it looks remarkably like Linda Kasabian, as I remember her.

  1. I’ve never read, or am I at all interested in H/S, and thus have absolutely no idea who Marina Habe on page 642, and 646 is.

  1. I had no idea that Bruce Davis was ever anywhere until I met him, I think, in Topanga canyon before he went to England, I think he went to England for a while. He disappeared while I was pregnant with my son, and came back around the time my son was born.

  1. Do I know anything about Zodiac? Are you asking me if I know anything about the Zodiac, or a person named Zodiac? I seem to recall that while I was in jail for the murders, there was some mention of some person named Zodiac, but I don’t know anything about him/her.

Bill, all of the above is/was very hard for me. If I knew that I knew anything to help, I’d have volunteered information years ago, but I just don’t know anything, and the persistence in questions is extremely hard for me. Please thing about that the next time you get the urge to send me “old” photos, that perhaps would be better for me if I never were to see them. Paul wrote that “behold old things are passed away, behold all things are new.” I’m a new creature in Christ and I really do not like being put in the position by my “friends” to remember the past, the old things, the painful things. My beloved James, who loves me, NEVER even mentions my past to me.

I’m not sure why you felt it necessary to send me “never before seen” pictures of Sharon Tate, but, please, please do not do that to me again. Part of me wonders if you want to induce a reaction out of me, by sending me the pictures that you send me. See, it is YOU who are researching my past, and in so doing, you uncover things that God has already HEALED in my heart, buried and put in the SEA of forgetfulness, and then along comes my precious brother in Christ, wanting to show me what he’s uncovered and it’s like what has been healed is opened up again and it hurts, Bill, I don’t know how else to explain it. I deal with remorse every day I’m alive, don’t you realize that the pictures you send bring the reason why I’m in prison right back into my heart and mind and soul, and I grieve all over again? Is there no end, not even in the Kingdom of God? Am I to never be allowed to let the past rest?

The rest of the letter, and many more can be found at a wonderful site called "Truth on Tate/LaBianca" forum.This forum is two-thumbs up, in my opinion! Here is the link:
Susan Atkins letters to Bill Nelson

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Teflon Charlie

Long Beach CA
December 4, 1969

By Mary Neiswender
staff writer

"He reminded me of an old car.... you knew things were going to keep going wrong with it, but you kept trying to repair it."

This was the impression that hippie cult leader Charles Manson left with most guards of the federal prison on Terminal Island and with one in particular Guard Henry Tippett of 2577 Jefferson St., Long Beach, now retired, watched over the self-styled Messiah during his almost three years in the prison.

Manson's sentence in Terminal Island followed conviction of transporting a stolen car across state lines, and parole violation.

Manson- apparently a Svengali even in prison, Tippett said- charmed the then associate warden, who made him a trustee.

"The officers who had contact with him didn't agree with the warden," said Tippett.  "We opposed making him a trustee.  If you work in prison long enough, you get to know these things, especially with this guy's background."

Tippett, who retired in 1959- a year after Manson was released- claimed Manson had a tendency to break the rules.

"He was always doing things wrong- anything to violate the rules.  It seemed intentional.  It wasn't because he was dumb," Tippett said.

"Fro example, a simple thing like being assigned to a dormitory.  Manson wouldn't stay in one dorm.  He'd switch around just to annoy the guards."

Tippett said the guards quit "writing him up" because Manson was never disciplined.

"He would have been in isolation all the time if the warden paid attention to the guards," Tippett added.

Tippett, who was previously at Leavenworth Prison, Kansas, claimed the even older inmates who associated with the then 22-year old Manson eventually ended up in "trouble."

"But he apparently charmed one of the associate wardens," said Tippett.  "The warden him on one job, then another- never doing anything."  Finally, say Tippett went before the classification board and became a trustee.

"I guess they felt they could make something out of him," he added, "but most of us - the ones who saw him in action- felt he wouldn't last long as a trustee."  Manson didn't.

Assigned to clean-up work at the adjacent Coast Guard base, Manson got into a locker room, outfitted himself in new clothing, picked up some car keys.

Ironically, he was caught at a roadblock near San Francisco shortly after his escape by police who weren't even looking for him.

Manson was returned to the prison, where he stayed until his release in 1958.

He had a few "followers" at that time, Tippett said.  "Most of the other inmates stayed away from him."  Not so today.

The bearded, long haired leader of the cult suspected of the Tate killings and "at least 10 others" has a following whose loyalty is hard to believe.

Held in the Inyo County jail for 10 days awaiting preliminary hearings on a charge of receiving stolen property, he "still runs his 'family' in jail,"  say the officers.

"'They' are the remnants of his gang in the desert area -- three men in a large cell with him, and one woman in a separate part of the jail.

"We find Manson a model prisoner though," added the officers.  "But he should be by now.  He has been in and out of jail since he was 15."

Manson was first arrested on an adult charge in 1951, in Beaver, Utah, for taking a stolen car across a state line (a federal offense).  He was sent to National Training School for Boys in Washington D.C., then transferred to the federal reformatory at Petersburg, Pa.

In 1955 he was arrested for auto theft in Los Angeles and given a five years' probation; he violated his federal probation a year later in Indianapolis and was sent to the Terminal Island prison.

When released in 1958, he was picked up for a vehicle code violation in Los Angeles.  The following year he was arrested for auto theft, and later in the year for forgery.  In 1960 he was arrested in Laredo, Tex., for transporting women across a state line for immoral purposes (another federal offense).

In 1967 he was arrested in Ukiah for interfering with an officer; in 1968 in Ventura for having a false driver's license.

In 1969 his Los Angeles arrests included possession of marijuana; assault with intent to commit bodily harm, later changed to forcible rape; auto theft; burglary; cultivation and possession of marijuana, and the final charges for which he is currently in jail; contributing to the delinquency of a minor, firearm theft, receiving stolen property and auto theft.

At his preliminary hearing Wednesday, some of his followers were in the audience lending him moral support; others in jail spoke out in his defense.

Some of his followers have even said they would kill for him -- and they allegedly did.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Underworld Productions: New Manson Music

Patty Recently received the following email:

"Hello Patty, I'm a friend of CM.... my name is John Michael Jones (CM calls me.. Jon Jon). I wanted to give you guys a heads up, there will be a new record/album put out for CM's 79th birthday..... This release will be different than any other. This is the actual music CM has been searching for since early 1984. WE FOUND IT! more info can be found here."

If you have not been to Jon Jon's "Underworld Productions" page, check it out. He has a really interesting collection of Manson artwork, music and taped conversations a la Michael Channels.

Here's just a little taster: Patty hopes that he does not mind the screenshot hack job.

Maybe, if y'all are good, Patty will tell you her "Scorpion Story" one day. For now, Patty is still enjoying the ooEEoo.

PS: Jon Jon says that Manson's friends are quite familiar with the ooEEoo, but they call it "myme." Why does Patty like that part of this so much? Must be a brain tumor or something.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Sharon Tate Interview

Monday, July 15, 2013

Happy Birthday, Panamint Patty!



This is an anniversary article done forty years after everything that took place in 1969.  It is a condensed version of those times, written from 2009 interviews with the various players in the saga.  Some of the people who were interviewed are Michael McGann, Danny Galindo, Bill Gleason and James Pursell from law enforcement. Others are Bill Garretson, Vincent Bugliosi, Warren Beatty, Martin Ransohff, and Anthony Di Maria.  From the Family there's Juan Flynn, Barbara Hoyt and Catherine Share.

Thanks Goomba for bringing this article to our attention

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Emmett Harder's Gold Record

The caption reads:  Devore, Calif. - 12/6/69 - A GIFT FROM CHARLES MANSON - Gerald Harder, 15, and his father, Emmett, of Devore, hold Beach Boys' golden record they say they received through Charles Manson, alleged leader of hippie band charged with the murder of Sharon Tate and six others.  Harder said Manson family worked for him at his Death Valley mine during the latter part of '68.  AP Wirephoto

The title of this gold record is "All Summer Long" and is not the same gold record that was given to Mrs. Arlene Barker.  According to Bugliosi, 1994, page 180, her record was "The Beach Boys Today".

Friday, July 12, 2013

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Oh no you didn't, Cupid!

Here I am again, finding myself posting thoughts about things I know absolutely nothing about. There are so many more people out in TLB land that are so much more knowledgeable than I about anything, and everything TLB. With that in mind, please forgive me for repeating things that have already been studied, thought about, probed, researched, AND.....posted on other sites perhaps. What am I talking about, you ask? I am talking about an unidentified, young lady who was murdered, and dumped in/around the area Mr. Cupid was arrested. I started thinking about this while looking around the Jane Doe network website, and looking at Jane Doe 59. My eyes then came across this other young lady, and happen to notice the time frame, and the method of how she was killed. Could she have been a victim of Bobby Beausoleil? What would of been the purpose of him murdering a young woman? I do not think that he would of done such a thing, but you never know. Here are some of the facts:

1.) He killed Gary Hinman on July 27th of 69
2.) He was found, and arrested in the general vicinity, not close, by not far (over 50 miles)
3.) She was estimated to be killed on/around July 29th of 69
4.) She was found bound, stabbed repeatedly, and had her throat cut, which seemed to happen to quite a few people in the general vicinity of Manson's friends.

Here is the link from the Jane Doe Network:
Jane Doe Network

Again, I know this is "old news" in TLB land, so please forgive me for bringing it up again. I am truly a TLB novice, so give me a chance to catch up with TLB virtuosos, such as Matt & the Col!

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Guillermo Soledad

From a recent festival brochure:

"Guillermo Yuscaran (William Lewis) is both a writer and primitivist painter. He  currently resides in Santa Lucia, a small village outside of Tegucigalpa. A former Fulbright scholar, he holds a PhD in Hispanic Studies from the University of California at Santa Barbara. His work has appeared in major publications in the US, Canada, Latin America and Europe. Exhibitions of his paintings have been held in Honduras, Guatemala, El Salvador and Belize, as well as the US. He has authored numerous books, including GRINGOS IN HONDURAS, VELASQUEZ: THE MAN AND HIS ART, POINTS OF LIGHT, and BLUE PARIAH."

And..."My Life with Charles Manson" because as esteemed reader Kimchi has discovered, Guillermo Yuscaran, aka William Lewis, is also Guillermo Soledad! Thanks, Kimchi! This has been driving Patty nuts for years.

While "Guillermo Soledad" means "William Sunshine" in spanish, "Yuscaran" is the name of a historic village which is significant because it was one of the first places in Honduras to get electricity in 1898- even before Tegucigalpa. It is the home of the national drink, "guaro." In 1977, Guillermo submitted an article to Ms. Magazine using the pseudonym "Francisca Yuscaran," which was published. This is when he started using the name in earnest, according to a documentary you can view at

A nice quote from this video: "When you think you have the answers, they actually turn out to be bigger questions. And that's success...that means we are evolving in the right way: when our answers turn back into questions again."

There is also a video about his art at Guillermo's paintings are colorful and interesting, and reasonably priced at

"To enter the world of Guillermo Yuscaran’s paintings, it is essentially to enter a rich dream-world. Indeed, the figure of a man sleeping and dreaming appears in many of the paintings, and as the conscious mind recedes, the landscape of magic and symbol emerges, and reigns in a transparency of wholeness and peace. Guillermo has been called a primitivist, the idealized Honduran village is a central theme, a landscape of great tranquility, but the Yuscaran range is much greater and radiates a quality of emotion and passion.

Guillermo Yuscaran, William Lewis, was raised and nurtured in California. The Pacific coast Buddhism, the radical openness at the end of the long American trail of the westward passage, is a formative influence of the writer-artist. The unique isolation and freedom of Honduras has allowed his art to emerge and flourish. Honduras is as important to him as Tahiti was to Gauguin. He first came to Honduras in 1972. Since then, he has distinguished himself in both art and literature."

Guillermo is one interesting dude.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Sharon Tribute Video

Looks like this was done by someone who's first language is not English. Still has some nice pics of not just Sharon, but the entire family. There was one part that made me laugh really loud. My bet is that you can guess which part it was.