Monday, January 13, 2025

A Deconstruction of Charles Denton Watson

 

Charles "Tex" Watson--a name unknown to many who have not taken the time to study what has come to be known at the Tate-LaBianca murders, or more aptly, the Manson murders. However, many feel this crime should be attributed chiefly to Tex, and should therefore be called the Tex Watson murders. Either way, Tex Watson remains something of a mystery, at least in his de-evolution from small-town All-American boy to a mass murderer.


Within the framework of Charles Manson's teaching on Helter Skelter, we are led to conclude that Tex transformed from athlete, student, frat boy, and honest hard worker, to a sociopath--who believed he was instrumental in precipitating a global race war from which he and the Manson Family would emerge as the rulers of the world.


Arguably, this analysis may lead to a now very well-worn discussion about the motive (or "true motive") for the killings. For the purposes of this post, however, it is an analysis of the possible antecedents to Tex Watson becoming an acolyte of Manson and an apostle of Helter Skelter.


By employing most of the mass-marketed books on Helter Skelter, trial transcripts, psychiatric reports, and media coverage, we may possibly be able to consider the de-evolution of what for all purposes was an average and normal young man into a murderer. Outside of sheer opinion, these sources are basically all we have to assist us in tracking Tex Watson's steps from All-American boy to a committed member of the Manson Family. That said, what are these antecedents we seek?


A TIMELINE OF TEX



If we accept that Tex truly enjoyed a normal life growing up in Copeville, Texas, we need to examine his life after he left home at the age of 18 for college at the University of North Texas at Denton. Here we may begin to get an idea of where a seeming normal life started to go so wrong.



"It was September, 1964, and I was going to be Joe College. My parents expected great things from me--after all, hadn't I graduated from Farmersville High School with honors? I expected freedom. In other places around the country, students were taking off in new directions that would not only lead a whole generation to a radical break from the comfortable fifties' womb we'd all grown up in, but would destroy that world forever. We didn't care about all that in Denton. For us, college still meant fraternities and hazing and driving down to Dallas with a fake I.D. that got you into German beer halls where you drank out of pottery steins and sang along with a polka band." (Charles "Tex" Watson, As Told to Chaplin Roy Hokstra, Cease To Exist. 12AX7, 1978. p. 35).



Tex Watson Cease To Exist Book Cover


Tex chronicles in his book his childhood to young adulthood at North Texas. At this time, he obviously discovered alcohol, and joined the fraternity, Pi Kappa Alpha. Any other drug than alcohol was--according to Tex--basically unheard of and not of interest. Marijuana was something not discussed in the social sphere of Tex until his junior year, and even then, it was not considered "cool." "[A]nd at N.T.S.U. there was nothing more important than being cool. Cool meant parties and beer and women--the same as high school but more of each. Cool was dressing well. I started buying new clothes, wide ties and buttoned-down shirts and a camel's hair blazer with metal buttons. I combed down the crew cut and let it grow a little--the barber called it the Ivy League look." (Watson, p. 36).



Pi Kappa Alpha Fraternity




Louann's Nightclub in Dallas--a favorite spot for Tex while in college.


"My roommate was a junior transfer from Texas State in Austin, and from the very beginning I got in with a group older than I was. They knew how to dress, where to take a woman, and had a reputation for being a little wild. I was impressed. I also learned fast. When frat rushes started during second semester, there was no question where I'd end up. I'd already been careening around campus in Pi Kappa Alpha's old fire truck with the rest of the boys for several months." (Watson, p. 37).

It was also during this time that Tex stole the now famous typewriters from his high school, as part of his fraternity initiation. The next day, with a nasty hangover, he felt bad about it, and returned the typewriters and himself to his parents. Both heartbroken and furious, his parents took him to McKinney, TX to talk to attorney Roland Boyd, who gave Tex a stern talking-to. In the end, Tex was not even arrested, and promised that this isolated and stupid incident was merely a joke, and certainly not something to set a precedent. Talking to the lawyer, Tex said neither he or Boyd "could possibly anticipate those same parents sitting in that same room four years later, asking him and his son to represent me on a charge of murder." (Watson, p.38).

Meantime, Tex returned to the frat party circuit. He bought a new 1966 Dodge Coronet 500, and enjoyed pulling a boat behind it to go water skiing.


Tex drove a 1966 Dodge Coronet 500 while in college at North Texas.


At this point, Charles Watson was gravitating toward the more worldly side of college life. Gone were his days of being an active member of his hometown Methodist church, his childhood hobbies, and most interestingly, his love of competitive sports, in which he was outstanding. However, none of this would probably present itself as abnormal for any young college person away from home for the first time, and certainly not indicative of a burgeoning mass-murderer.

While at N.T.S.U. Watson would have seen the student body population grow significantly, and a major building program also took place on campus to accommodate this.  By his junior year, Tex Watson was becoming restless. He was already entertaining the idea of a move to California. One of Watson's fraternity brothers had previously made the move to California, then returned to N.T.S.U. to visit. Tex admired what he saw in him: his clothes, haircut, attitude, and envied it.


Sorority girls of N.T.S.U. of the class of 1968, the likes of which would have been dated by Tex.


"I was living pretty expensively, between the parties and the women and the trips to Dallas and keeping up the boat and repairing my car after five or six different accidents--most of which involved a little too much booze. My new roommate during junior year was working for Braniff Airlines at Love Field outside of Dallas and he didn't have to say much to convince me that a job with the airline would beat the onion packing plant at home hands-down. It was a glamorous world, exciting and new...and you got the chance to meet stewardesses. We all knew about stewardesses." (Watson, p.40-41).


An ad for the then sexy and mod Braniff stewardesses.


Braniff Airlines stewardess college at Love Field. Young women here were groomed in the progressive image the airline wanted to project. Tex would eventually find himself in the company of them.


Tex began working for Braniff Airlines in January of 1967. That spring and summer he hung out at Dallas night clubs and dated Braniff stewardesses. By July he was convinced that he had to move to California, but decided he had to check it out first. Charles Manson, at this time, was released from prison in March, and had started to recruit what was to become the Manson Family. The stage was being set for Tex and Manson to one day meet. "At this point in my life, if anyone had told me about this short ex-con who's spent seventeen of his thirty-two years in penal institutions, I'd have written his off as a loser and gone back to the primary business of life--having a good time." (Watson, p. 42).

Days before leaving on the first of his fact finding trips to Los Angeles, Tex tried marijuana for the first time with a stewardess he was dating, and he liked it. While in L.A. Tex hooked up with his fraternity buddy. Together they toured Hollywood and the clubs along Sunset Strip, including the Whiskey. Tex' whirlwind tour of groovy L.A. that August got him hooked, "but it took three more trips before I finally went home to my parents and confronted them with the fact that I was moving to California. They objected all the way up to the moment I got on the plane on August, 28 [1967]. But I knew what I was doing. At last, I'd be totally my own man, totally free, without anyone telling me what to do. It sounded so good. But in twelve months, Charlie Manson would be telling me what to do." (Watson, p. 45).

Tex sold his Dodge Coronet for scrap, after totaling it while running a red light in Texas. In L.A. he enrolled at Cal State Los Angeles, and began the first quarter term on September 22, 1967. He bought a yellow 1959 Thunderbird convertible, and settled into the first of his many apartments in Silverlake. At this time, Tex Watson developed a fond affection for weed, although he continued to drink, and he found his now famous job as a wig salesman in a newspaper ad.


Tex cruised around L.A. in one of these after arriving in late summer of 1967.


Tex lived with his friend in his first apartment, and continued at Cal State Los Angeles and selling wigs into the fall of 1967. Bill Nelson tells us that Tex subsequently lived at: 18162 Pacific Coast Highway (1/68-3/68); 2024 Dracena for one full year; 8584 Wonderland for five months; and 917 N Larrabee for three months. (Bill Nelson, Tex Watson: The Man, the Madness, the Manipulation. Pen Power Publications, 1991. p, 25).


Bill Nelson book cover.


2024 Dracena. One of Tex Watson's many L.A. abodes.


8584 Wonderland.


917 N Larrabee.


On an ironic note, it is remarkable that Cal State Los Angeles is home to the best criminal forensic program of study in America. And to be sure, a good deal of forensic science was ultimately employed by LAPD and LASO in the Tate-La Bianca murders. Cal State Los Angeles is also directly across the 10 Freeway from the Sybil Brand Institute for Women, which would eventually house Susan Atkins, Patricia Krenwinkle, and Leslie VanHouten.


Cal State Los Angeles in the late 1960's.


The California lifestyle of 1967 magically influenced Tex, and he decided to quit college before the end of the fall term in December 1967. Instead, he decided to pursue money by trying to sell wigs. When the shop he was working in moved, he utilized his handyman know-how to build cabinets and fixtures for the new store. 


The Whisky a Go Go.


Walking on Sunset Strip April, 1968.


Later Tex and his roommate moved to West Hollywood, and then to Wonderland Drive. It was also at this time that Tex tried rosewood seeds. The effect these had on Tex was intense and frightening, and as his roommate described it, made Tex put his fist thru a door. By January 1968 things began to change drastically for Tex. While driving to work at the wig shop one morning, he was involved in a car crash that seriously injured his knee, which resulted in a surgery. This injury also kept Tex from being drafted, and instead allowed the freedom for he and his roommate to branch out and start their own wig shop on San Vicente and La Cienega. Thoroughly enjoying what he saw in Los Angeles, Tex told his mother--who visited him during his recovery from the accident--that he would never come home to Texas again. It was the last time I would see her until nineteen months later when I ran away from the desert, out of my mind and responsible for seven deaths." (Watson, p.52).

But the wig business was a flop, so Tex--who by now was smoking more weed and was comfortable buying it--decided to start dealing in small quantities. With this, the "dropping out" of Tex Watson was accelerating, and he packed up all of his nice clothes, furniture, and stereo and moved to the beach. After selling his Thunderbird, Tex bought an old 1935 Dodge truck to haul his possessions around to the many places he lived. 


1935 Dodge Pickup Truck.


An argument may be made over exactly which point Charles Watson truly dropped out of his rather innocent past, and embraced wholeheartedly the groovy life of the late 1960's that he saw all around him. But this is rather like trying to decipher where the wind comes from and where it is going--a tricky exercise indeed.

Nevertheless, it was at this time that Tex picked up Dennis Wilson hitchhiking, and it was at this historic event that the life of Charles Watson would be forever altered. Through that chance encounter with Dennis, Tex would meet guru Dean Moorehouse and ultimately Charles Manson.


Dennis Wilson.


Dennis Wilson's house.


After visiting Wilson's house several times and later moving in, Tex became very close to Dean Moorehouse, who basically became a father figure to him. It should be remembered that it was Moorehouse, not Manson, who would shape the initial death of ego thinking of the impressionable young Tex at this point. (Additionally, when later called as a witness at the Manson trial, Moorehouse was asked if it was Manson who turned him (Moorehouse) onto LSD. Dean replied that he was interested in and prepared to try acid a year before he ever met Charlie. With this, one may wonder what additional teaching--independent of Manson--Moorehouse imparted to Tex early on in their friendship.)


Dean Moorehouse.


Dean Moorehouse enjoyed the distinction as a sort of hippy sage, who not only bewitched Tex, but also Dennis Wilson, Greg Jakobson, and Terry Melcher, all the while acting as a prophet of Charles Manson. There can be no doubt that Dean influenced Tex in the asceticism of communal living, redistributing property, and "dying to self." When Moorehouse felt the time was right, he also introduced Tex to LSD in an effort to achieve these lofty goals.

But the utopia of drugs, free rent, girls, and a swimming pool at Dennis Wilson's soon came to an end. Dennis, it seemed, did not wish to continue renting the place, and instead decided to move to Malibu. Moreover, Dean Moorehouse fell out of favor with Dennis, as Dean was trying to seduce many of the young girls in residence. To Wilson, this was anathema, and of course nothing could be more uncool than being old in a young person's game. With that the habitués of Dennis Wilson's house decamped elsewhere, and eventually to Spahn Ranch. But Dean Moorehouse and Tex were not entirely welcome in the sphere of Manson and the Family, and probably for obvious reasons: Morehouse was seen as old, and Tex was still too "Joe College" and without a chip on his shoulder like Charlie and his many girls.


Drawing of Spahn Ranch. Authorship attributed to Tex Watson.


Throughout this period, Tex remained close friends with Moorehouse, and the two were eventually allowed to live in a tent by Manson on the outskirts of the main ranch area. What is of interest here is the continual gradual transformation of Tex from his former self: College student to frat boy to dropout to dope dealer to quasi homeless follower of an acid-taking hippy guru twice his age.

As earlier stated, Dean Moorehouse was not only an influence on Tex, but also on Terry Melcher. So much so, that when Dean had to appear in court in Ukiah, Melcher loaned him his Jaguar XKE and credit card for the trip. Tex went along for the ride, and the two made a short vacation of it, getting high and dropping acid along the way.


Terry Melcher and Mark Lindsay with Melcher's Jaguar at Cielo Drive.


Once back in L.A. Tex gave away the rest of his worldly possessions, including his truck. Dean Moorehouse subsequently had to make another court appearance up north, then departed Spahn ranch forever--even though a prophet of Manson he was not accepted in the Family. Without a close personal friend and guide, Charles Watson now also gave away his mind, this time to Charles Manson, who would set a much different course for the former frat boy.

While on the stand as a witness during Tex Watson's trial, David Neale, the former roommate, friend, and frat brother, illuminated the course of Watson's descent during this critical time. As Neale related, he had not heard from Tex for over six weeks, and then one day a very frightened Tex called Neale, who at the time was living in Highland Park.

Q. And did he express something about what was happening to him during this phone conversation?

A. Yes, sir. He had gone thru a complete reversal of anything he ever believed as far as Manson, it seemed. He was almost frightened over the phone and asked me if there was room for him to come stay, he was afraid of the girls and also of Manson, and he was--

(After being allowed to join the Manson Family with the departure of Dean Moorehouse, Tex occasionally kept in contact with Neale and shared Manson's philosophy with him, going so far as to tell Neale that he thought Manson was the reincarnation of Christ).

The Court: Just try to recall what he said and tell us what he said, please.

The Witness: Well, he said he was frightened, he was frightened of what Manson and what the girls were doing and he felt that he was going insane, could he come stay with me. [At this point, Tex actually escaped from the Family and arranged for Neale to pick him up in L.A.]

Q. And did Charles come and stay with you?

A. Yes, he did.

Q. This was in Highland park?

A. Yes, sir. 

Q. How long did Charles stay with you?

A. He was there--he was in Highland Park up until the time I was drafted, which was December 2nd.

Q. December 2nd, 1968?

A. Yes, sir.

Q. And did Charles, himself, report for induction, if you know?

A. Yes, sir, he did.

Q. And do you know the result of what the physical was?

A. Yes, sir; as a result of the knee injury that he suffered, I think he was given a 1-Y classification. He wasn't inducted...

Q. Now, during this two-week period when Charles was--Watson--was staying with you in Highland Park, did you and he have any further discussion about Manson and the girls?

A. Yes.

Q. And did these discussions continue along the same lines as the telephone conversation, or what?

A. We talked of Manson's philosophy and we talked of the hold that  he seemed to have on him and the hold that he seemed to have on the people who were at the ranch; and I remember explicitly Charles saying that he felt he was losing his identity, didn't really know who he was when he was there...

Q. When you left for the army did you have occasion to see Charles Watson again while you were actually in the service?

A. Yes, sir, I did.

Q. And on how many occasions?

A. Two separate times.

Q. When, approximately, was the first time?

A. The first time was in--well, December, '68, I came home on Christmas leave.

Q. And where did you see Mr. Watson?

A. If I'm not mistaken, he was still staying at the house, still living in Highland Park with my brother...

Q. And where was Charles, again, late in December when you came home for Christmas leave?

A. Well, he was living--I think he was living in town but he was staying with my brother part of the time. He was traveling back and forth.

Q. At any rate, he wasn't back at the Spahn Ranch?

A. No, at this time he wasn't. 

Q. Now, when approximately was the next time you saw Charles, Charles Watson?

A. I want to say June of '69...

Q. Now, on this occasion in June or so of 1969 when Mr. Watson came to where you were living with two girls from the ranch, did you have a discussion with him?

A. Yes, sir.

Q. And on this occasion did you notice any change in him? 

A. Yes, sir.

Q. And on this occasion did you notice any change in him from the way you had seen him last?

A. I didn't recognize him at first. That is the difference, in the change.

Q. What was it about his appearance that made it difficult for you to recognize him?

A. Well, physically, he had lost a great deal of weight. He was smoking cigarettes which I had never seen him do and he had a stare, absence of emotion almost.

Q. Was it more pronounced, this absence of emotion?

A. Yes, it was.

Q. Then when you had seen him after this telephone call?

A. Yes, definitely...

Q. What did Charles tell you, Charles Watson, in substance?

A. Well, he asked me to come to the ranch and to live and he explained Charles Manson's philosophy, which was now his, and he explained helter skelter and he told me that there was going to be a revolution in the country...The thing that kept throwing me was that he kept referring to Charles Manson, the girls, and himself as one. They were all the same...

Q. Did his appearance and his conversation disturb you or distress you in any way?

A. It disturbed me mainly because I didn't--he had completely lost his identity from the Charles that I knew. It wasn't the same person.

Q. Did you ever see him again after that?

A. No, sir.
(The people of the State of California -vs-Charles Watson, trial transcript, Wednesday, September 1, 1971. Vol. 19, p. 2981-3012. Courtesy of Cielodrive.com Archives.)


Tex Watson at Spahn Ranch. Photo: Cielodrive.com.


Tex and the Family girls at Spahn Ranch. Photo: Cielodrive.com.


Prior to his departure from the Family in December, 1968, Tex had spent about nine months with them, enjoying what he thought at first were the continual good times he had while at Dennis Wilson's. Notwithstanding the sex, free living, drugs, parties, and Hollywood connections thru Manson, the now very stoned former frat boy had a crisis of conscience--a cathartic rediscovery of the self that he tried so hard to lose. This was so profound that it scared him, and as just described by David Neale, made that now famous call to escape it all.


The Malibu Feed Bin, where David Neale picked up a frightened Tex who had just escaped Manson and the Family.


TEX WATSON'S HOLLYWOOD

Tex wasted no time in trying to reclaim his former self in L.A. He cleaned up his appearance, and when Neal went into the Army, Tex lived with Neal's brother, and then met Neal's girlfriend, Rosina Kroner. Bugliosi introduces her to a much wider audience in his cross examination of Tex at his trial.

Q. Once you arrived in Los Angeles did you ever live with any girl?

A. There was a girl living with Dave at our place in Laurel Canyon and another girl...it was Dave's girlfriend, and he went into the Army and I stayed with her a while too. 

Q. What was her name?

A. Rosina was her name.

Q. How long did you live with Rosina?

A. I was living with Rosina off and on at the same time with Dave's brother...I guess that was kind of my central headquarters, was Rosina. That's where my mailing address was.

Q. Were you sexually involved with Rosina?

A. Yes.

Q. And Rosina was whose girlfriend, now?

A. She was Dave's.
(Watson trial transcript, vol. 20, Thursday September 2, 1971. p. 3206-3207. Courtesy Cielodrive.com Archives.)


Tex needed a friend when he had the presence of mind to leave the Family, and he found that in Rosina. With David Neale out of the way, Tex moved into her apartment. In his book he refers to her as "Luella," and he said she "was like a lot of good-looking, hip (but not hippie) women living in Hollywood at the time. She didn't have a real job; she kept herself going by dealing a little grass and LSD among her friends--nothing big time but enough to get by. She had an old Hollywood-Spanish apartment with eucalyptus trees all around and a  patio that overlooked the driveway to an exclusive private club for professional musicians and entertainment stars. Sometimes we'd sunbathe on the deck, drinking beer and smoking grass as we watched all the big limousines drive up for parties, dumping out beautiful people whom we could never quite recognize." (Watson, p. 107-108).

Rosina Kroner.


Franklin Garden Apartments, home to Rosina Kroner and Tex Watson after he escaped the Family. Magic Castle in the background.



The exclusive Magic Castle club. Tex and Rosina would get high and drink beer while watching people come and go from it.


Ironically, even though Tex thought he was going crazy with the Family, and escaped, it was not long after that he entertained the idea to least visit them again at Spahn ranch. Meantime, he occupied himself with Rosina, dealt weed, drank five dollar beers, bought new clothes, and attempted to reclaim at least a bit of his former self--such was his mindset.

Even though Tex and Rosina cultivated a clientele for their dope trade, partied, and vacationed in Mexico, Tex was not happy, and his mindset changed again with fond recollections of the good old days with the Family at Spahn.

"Handsome Kevin got a little off track
Took a year off of college
And he never went back
Now he smokes too much
He's got a permanent hack
Deals dope out of Denny's
Keeps a table in the back
He always listens to the ground
Always listens to the ground."
---David & David, Welcome to the Boomtown, 1986.

By March of 1969 Tex made the momentous phone call which would ultimately seal his destiny--he wanted to return to the Family. "It was as though Charlie kept pulling me back, slowly but persistently, even though we'd had no contact since I walked out the back door of that Topanga Canyon cabin. I tried to fight it, but it was no use; he wouldn't let go of me..."(Watson, p. 111).

As if caught between two worlds, the now groomed, Tex Watson attempted to retain his new affluence in Hollywood with Rosina, but he felt somewhat inauthentic about this three-month dispensation of his life. He even attempted to interest Rosina in Spahn Ranch living, but she would have none of it. "The next day I appeared at Spahn Ranch with my styled hair and my silk shirt and leather jacket and I felt like there were two of me standing there--the old Tex whom Charlie and the girls were so glad to see and Charles from Hollywood, noticing the dust that was getting on his expensive leather shoes." (Watson, p. 112).

After one week Tex solidified his position with the Family, and he bid farewell to three months in Hollywood. He immediately resumed work on dune buggies, and fell back in with "his girl" at the ranch--Mary Brunner. Tex also noticed straightaway that the veritable peace and love vibe of 1968 at Spahn had now morphed into an arena of frank militarism, legitimated, it would seem, by a gross misunderstanding of the Beatles' White Album.


Mary Brunner.


If Dean Moorehouse was a prophet of Charles Manson in 1968, Tex now saw that the Beatles, through the White Album, now assumed that distinction in March of 1969. According to the available literature, Tex joined most of the Family in subscribing to this. Additional forays into heavier LSD usage and expanded poly drug use facilitated and amplified all of this. On April 23, 1969 Tex was arrested in Van Nuys for public intoxication by the plant poison, belladonna. 


Tex Watson booking photo for public intoxication.



Belladonna.


Powdered speed--a favorite of Tex and Susan Atkins.


His drug use continued to escalate, along with Manson's bromides about fear and Helter Skelter. It went on day and night until finally it seemed there was so little left of me that it was pointless to even carry the empty symbols of a separate identity around with me any longer. I went out to the dump behind the ranch house and threw away everything in my wallet: driver's license, draft card, everything. Now even the fiction of there being a separate Charles Denton Watson had been destroyed, at least for me." (Watson, p. 133).

By June of 1969 Tex was instrumental with the rest of the Family in stealing anything and everything to prepare for Helter Skelter. Moreover, Tex began to pair off with Susan Atkins and a newfound love--speed. As it has been said historically, Manson prohibited the use of both alcohol and speed, so Susan and Tex had to keep their speed use a secret. That said, Tex found in Susan an affectionate user and comrade in heavy poly drug use, keeping them blissfully high during the wild run-up to Helter Skelter.


Susan Atkins.....Wilder days.


Between arriving in L.A. in August of 1967 and December of 1968, Charles Watson made a slow but steady change. Namely, he dropped out and turned on, and became a minor player as a dope dealer in Hollywood. The dealing, of course, was illegal, but mostly Tex followed the zeitgeist of the times: sex, drugs, rock and roll, and various and sundry elements of hedonism. This is what he saw around him, and as he would explain to Bugliosi much later at his trial, it was basically what young people were doing within the wider culture.

Yet gone were the days of silk shirts, expensive leather shoes, and Hollywood girls. Tex approached drug use with abandon and began to join Manson in some of his more wild escapades prior to the Tate-La Bianca murders. One of these was the surveillance of a restaurant and casino on a hill overlooking the Simi Valley. It was decided to kidnap patrons of the club at night at knifepoint, and rob them.

"One night he and I were waiting in the parking lot of the casino, looking for the right victims, when two older ladies came out to the car, one of them crippled. As they got in slowly, oblivious to what was happening around them, Charlie pulled up to block their exit and sent me with a knife to force them into our car. I crept forward slowly, then suddenly appeared at their window, flashing my blade. The woman who was driving accelerated violently, nearly running me down as she spun around our car and took off down the driveway. 

We spent about fifteen minutes chasing them all over the north end of the valley before they finally lost us somewhere near Topanga Canyon Boulevard." Even though their evil mission was a failure, Tex knew that Manson learned something:  "He had seen that at least one of his family had reached the point that he would try to do anything Charlie asked, even try to kill." (Watson, p. 136).


The Pass Club Casino where Charlie and Tex attempted to rob two women at knifepoint.





The madness continued to escalate during the summer for the former track star and member of the FFA. By July 1, 1969, the now famous drug burn and shooting of Bernard Crowe took place. But this drug burn was as much of Tex' former girlfriend, Rosina, as it was of Crowe himself. By this point Tex Watson had devolved to a level that he could leave a young woman in the hands of a dope dealer as collateral in the drug deal. Watson knew full well that Crowe and his cronies could inflict serious harm on Rosina and kidnap her for the return of Crowe's drug money.


Bernard Crowe.


In our timeline of Tex we have now arrived at a point some 23 months after he arrived in Los Angeles. We have seen a young man begin his senior year of college--a young man who's only overt illegal act was stealing some typewriters as part of a fraternity stunt. This de-evolution included quitting college, the beginning of drug use, drug dealing, moving into Dennis Wilson's house, meeting dean Moorehouse, Manson and the Family, giving away all of his worldly possessions, then moving into Spahn Ranch.

The truly remarkable element in this timeline comes next, as we have seen, with the escape from Manson and the Family in December of 1968. After about eight months of drugs, group sex, and Manson's indoctrination, Tex somehow had a change of heart. But how did this happen? It could be that Dean Moorehouse, who was a father figure to Tex before Manson, had by now left the scene. To be sure, Dean was no Charles Manson, but under Charlie Tex may have realized he was heading down a road less traveled, and it frightened him.

Moreover, what brought Charles Watson to California in the first place? If we follow the available literature, the answer to this begins probably while he was in college at North Texas State. After three years of college, Tex is already an established worldly young man, and a drinker. He slowly but surely grows restless, and takes on a new college job at Braniff Airlines, surrounded by a group of hip and attractive stewardesses in a then rather glamorous industry.

Within the world of the late 1960's the siren song of the Summer of Love in California brought Tex out to L.A. on a fact finding mission for his senior year, and he liked what he saw. What has just been described could have applied--in an arguably healthy way--to any young man or woman in their teens and early twenties. The emphasis her is on the "healthy". To Charles Watson this trajectory was altogether different.  

Watson says as much in his book when he remarked that even though he mixed with people his own age on the beach, and partied and dropped acid with them, he saw himself as being different. He could not describe in what way he was different, but it may be something so fundamental that it goes unnoticed in all the legal terminology and psychological assessments in the literature on Tex. Could it be that--in a word--Charles Watson was essentially covetous?


Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling in Silence of the Lambs.


This may be elucidated in a now famous scene from the film, Silence of the Lambs, involving Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling:

Lecter: First principles, Clarice. Simplicity. Read Marcus Aurelius. Of each particular thing ask: what is it in itself? What is its nature? What does he do, this man you seek?

Starling: He kills women.

Lecter: No. That is incidental. What is the first and principal thing he does? What needs does he serve by killing?

Starling: Anger, um, social acceptance, and, hum, sexual frustration...

Lecter: No! He covets. This is his nature. And how do we begin to covet, Clarice? Do we seek out things to covet? make an effort to answer now.

Starling: No. We just...

Lecter: No. We begin by coveting what we see everyday...
(The Silence of the  Lambs, 1991).


To others his age--those outside of the Manson Family--the proverbial sex, drugs, and rock and roll was simply a phase or a fad--an element of the late 1960's culture that was endemic to a generation--but not a fulcrum that would catapult that generation into becoming mass murderers.

If true, this may explain the allure of Manson and the Family after Tex previously escaped them--he returned to them after a three-month hiatus, and slowly matriculated back into the fold. In his book, Tex explains that while living with Rosina in Hollywood, he truly enjoyed himself, yet felt like something was missing in his life. Further, he claimed that Rosina fell in love with him, but he did not want to share his love with just one woman. This stressed Rosina greatly, but instead of loving her, Tex finally tried to introduce her to Charlie and the Family. Tex said she did not want to go farther that the driveway into Spahn Ranch.


Spahn Ranch, December 11, 1969.


To be sure, between Watson's return to the Family in March of 1969 and August 9-10, 1969, any covetousness on the part of Tex morphed him into a heavy poly drug user, drug dealer, killing instructor, and mass murderer. If something was missing from his life with Rosina in Hollywood, what was it? Did his return to the Manson Family--after claiming he was previously losing his mind and identity with them--fill that apparent void? Or to cite Hannibal Lecter, what needs did he serve by returning to them?

Diane Lake was asked about Tex on the stand at his trial:

Q. What was Tex like when he joined the Family?

A. Mod, kind of sexy and nonchalant.

Q. Mod; you mean his style of dress was mod?

A. Yes.

Q. You say he was sexy?

A. Yes.
(Charles Watson trial transcript, p. 2435. Courtesy of Cielodrive.com Archives.).

Contrast the mod new addition to the Family with the Tex Watson in mid-August, 1969 in Olancha, California:

Q. Were you reading anything while you were out there sunbathing?

A. Yes.

Q. What were you reading?

A. A newspaper.

A. And what did the headline of this newspaper say?

A. Something about the Tate murders.

Q. Do you know how the newspaper got there?

A. Yes.

Q. How?

A. Mr. Watson bought it.

Q. Now, what, if anything, did Tex say to you and what, if anything, did you say to Mr. Watson?

A. Mr. Watson said that he murdered Sharon Tate and that she had pleased for her life; and that they had written "pig" on the door and that Charlie asked him to do it and he said it was fun and "Charlie sent us."" (Watson trial, p. 2438-2439).


Olancha, California.


Was Tex reading these headlines in Olancha?





Diane Lake.


Additionally, Diane provided this about Tex and LSD:

Q. While you were a member of the family, did you ever observe Mr. Watson take LSD?

A. Yes.

Q. On how many occasions?

A. Two.

Q. How did Mr. Watson act, when he had taken LSD?

A. Sexy, carefree.

Q. Did you ever see Mr. Watson act violent?

A. No.

Q. Did you notice any change in Mr. Watson , after he joined the family?

A. Yes.

Q. What type of change did you notice?

A. He let his hair get shaggy and he didn't wear mod clothes anymore.

Q. What about his personality; did you notice any difference in that?

A. Warmer.
(Watson trial, p. 2441).

Taken together, as quickly as the "sexy" and "warmer" Charles Watson became a killer, he magically had a change of heart in Death Valley when Manson told him to shoot and kill the police when came to the ranch. Tex had had enough, and ran from Charlie and the Family a second time.

Perhaps his mother had something to do with this, as Tex describes later on the day of the La Bianca murders she had set in motion the means of finding her son. He thought about how much more killing would take place after Tate-La Bianca. Apparently Watson's mother had called a friend of Tex, trying to find him, as she had not heard from him in six months. She asked him to contact Tex if he could. 

"That call, and Willis's to the ranch that followed, set up my lie about the F.B.I. having come to my parents' home in Copeville, accusing me of murder. And that lie stopped the killing and sent us all to the desert where, nearly two months later, I refused to murder again for Manson and headed home to Copeville, with its peeling white wood and railroad, home to the store and the gas pumps and the kitchen--back to the world I thought I'd blasted out of my mind forever." (Watson, p. 175).


Tex Watson's family store and filling station in Copeville, Texas.


What this dissertation fails to mention, however, is the murder of Donald "Shorty" Shea on August 26, 1969; more than two weeks after Watson's mother called looking for him.

Fast forward to Tex returning home to Copeville, and we see a fragmented, depressed, and depersonalized mentality in him. As Hollywood would not satisfy Tex, apparently neither did his hometown. The story of this prodigal son, as it were, is well known: He returned to Texas, took off for Mexico then Hawaii, returned to California, then tried to return to Manson and the Family in Death Valley. Only Tex claimed to have a change of heart again when it occurred to him that Manson would kill him for escaping the Family a second time.

"The next day, October 30 [1969], I once more called my folks and asked for money to fly home to them. This time they were more cautious, demanding that I promise to stay. I agreed and I kept my promise--until the time came when where I stayed or went was no longer something over which I had any control." (Watson, p. 180).




Tex was arrested in Copeville on November 30, 1969 and Jailed in McKinney, Texas until his eventual extradition to Los Angeles on September 11, 1970.


Tex arriving back in L.A. in custody.




Watson, while in custody in L.A., was separated from his biological family, the Manson Family, and his trusted Texas attorney. He reverted into a massive depressed and fetal state. After the insistence of his attorney, Sam Bubrick, Tex was transferred to Atascadero State Hospital for psychiatric evaluation, and was examined by several psychiatrists before the beginning of his trial. He was held at Atascadero from October 31, 1970 to February 14, 1971.


Atascadero State Hospital.


Dr. Joel Fort, one of the many doctors to examine Tex Watson to determine his sanity.


 Back in L.A. County jail, Tex underwent additional psychiatric evaluation. The following excerpts are from July 8-July 10, 1971, shortly before the beginning of his trial:

Q. Were you in jail there? (in Farmersville, Texas for the theft of the typewriters).

A. No. I've never been in jail before except overnight in jail in Van Nuys with this belladonna thing...

Q. You got over that?

A. Well, I kept eating.

Q. Was that because they kept cooking it?

A. That's right...and sometimes I ate it raw...Probably five to eight times...

Q. Why did you come to California?

A. I really don't know why.

July 9, 1971:

Q. As you look back and had to do it all over again, would you have left Texas?

A. No I wouldn't. I'm sorry I ever came to California. I'd like to go home to be with my parents right now.

Q. Just because you'd like to get out of jail here?

A. No. It's just that I love my parents and I know they are for their boy...

Examiner's note: That is a fine tribute to them.

Q. Meantime...did you go places?

A. No, Charlie never wanted us to leave the ranch. Then it was drugs, drugs, drugs...bags of acid and speed...we took a lot of speed. Especially me and Sadie. She was a speed freak and we were flying high the night of the Tate murders. It was a private stash and Charlie didn't know about it...

Q. How did you feel then?

A. I had no feeling...Then I saw Katie stabbing and stabbing this guy and I had a knife in my hand...and I did the same thing...the guy was all messed up (defendant laughing at this point)…

July 10, 1971:

Q. Why are you denying everything?

Examiner's note: At this point the defendant is angry and raises his voice.

A. I'm not denying. I'm telling the truth.

Q. How do you feel about what you did?

A. It was fun tearing up the Tate house, OK.

Q. It was fun?

A. You should have seen it, people were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. (Defendant is laughing)…

Q. What do you feel...who are the victims of this situation you are in?

A. Myself.

A. Yourself?

A. Yes.

After jury selection, the trial of Charles Watson began on August 16, 1971--two years after the Tate-La Bianca murders. Defense psychiatrists attempted to portray Tex as a young man who hated himself so much that he killed others, viciously stabbing them in an effort to "stab" his own self-hatred. They argued for his insanity, but the jury would ultimately not buy it. The prosecution produced psychiatrists who described  Tex as both a fake and a malingerer. 


Los Angeles Hall of Justice.


In his defense, some of the psychiatrists claimed Tex hated himself because of inadequacies, namely not measuring up to his mother's expectations, his quitting college to pursue the wig business which eventually failed, and even his reluctant acceptance by the women in the Manson Family. In the end the jury found Charles Watson sane during both nights of murder. Moreover, as in the trial of Manson and the girls, the testimony of Linda Kasabian was both believable and especially damning.

Taken together, an analysis--a deconstruction--of Charles Watson should arguably be seen in at least three separate phases: Firstly, his choices which led him to move to Los Angeles in August of 1967, quit college, and accelerate his drug use. Second, Choosing to befriend dean Moorehouse and follow after Manson and the Family, who saw Tex as mod, and unreliable as he was not "ego dead" .Third, the escape of Tex from the Family due to fear and the disintegration of  self, only to rejoin with them in March of 1969.

Indeed, it is this third phase which is the most tragic, because in just five months after rejoining the Family, his drug use (and secret drug use with Susan Atkins), burn of Bernard Crowe, and becoming the killer-in-chief of the Tate-La Bianca murders developed and materialized. Even during this time, Cathy Gillies is quoted by Bill Nelson in his book as saying, "Tex was looking out for Tex." And quite recently Diane Lake divulged to Ivor Davis that Tex became involved in very heavy drug use where she was interviewed by Davis at the Museum of Ventura County in March, 2022. And to be sure, Susan Atkins--as hardened as she was--was shocked at the evil tone of the voice of Tex at Cielo Drive, while acting as "the Devil here to do the Devil's business".

If Tex coveted what he saw around him in order to initially decide to move to Los Angeles, we must be mindful to how this led him to the Family, to stay with them, and to murder. The available literature suggests Helter Skelter, and of course this convicted him in his jury trial. Yet the specter of the so-called Tex tapes continues to loom large over this issue, which may possibly one day furnish further details on how a once All-American boy could become a mass murderer.

As of November 30, 2024, Charles Denton Watson has been behind bars for 55 years. He is currently an inmate of the C.J. Donovan Correctional Facility in San Diego, California. He turned 79 on December 2, 2024, and his latest parole hearing was on October 15, 2021, which resulted in a five-year denial. In the parole board's decision, they asked one of the same questions that is asked here: what brought you back to the Manson Family after you left them in December, 1968? The board ultimately rejected Charles Manson's philosophy in transforming Tex into a murderer, and asked him to dwell on this before his next scheduled hearing. That hearing will be in October of 2026, and Tex Watson will be on the cusp of 81 years old.


R.J. Donovan Correctional Facility.


In an additional irony, Charles Watson describes in his book an encounter which took place immediately after Terry Melcher refused to provide Tex money to bail out Greg Jakobson. It took place after Melcher's chauffer drove Tex back down Benedict Canyon and deposited him on Sunset Strip. Tex got out of the car that sunny day and beheld everything going on around him as he stood at the corner of Sunset and somewhere. He looked at the cars driving by, the people, the palm trees, and at that exact moment he had an epiphany: he felt at complete peace and ease, and thought to himself that he could simply leave California at that very moment, and return home to his family and the life he once knew. He literally stood at the crossroads over life and death, and his eventual lifetime of incarceration. He stared off into the distance down Sunset Boulevard, contemplating his ultimate move, much like the character played by Tom Hanks in the final scene to the movie, Castaway.


The crossroads of decision in the final scene from Castaway. If only Charles Watson had taken the other road.


Charles Denton Watson came to California in August of 1967 and crossed paths with Charles Manson and his believers. He spent his young life seemingly without a "chip" on his shoulder--without being jaded, unlike Manson and so many of his abandoned, abused, angry, and disenfranchised followers. Although we can possibly understand some of his motivations through his antecedents, he ultimately remains an enigma.

Monday, January 6, 2025

Mark Turner from charliemanson.com

 


Many old-timers as well as some of those who newer to discussions about the so called Manson Murders should remember Mark Turner's charliemanson.com website. The website was launched in November 1999. Turner was a forerunner to providing factual information about the crimes, the Family, law enforcement, and then current updates, books, films and so on. I know I have referred to his website many times when researching for a post. The site can still be accessed on the Wayback Machine.

Last August Mark fell off a ladder with disastrous results that left him paralyzed from the chest down. He spend months in the hospital before finally being released to come home at the end of this last November. 

I will let Mark tell the story in his own words-

On August 7, I fell from a ladder while painting our house. I am now paralyzed from the breasts down. I broke my back, ribs and sternum. I had four brain bleeds, a lacerated liver and a lacerated spleen. Also, collapsed lungs. I’ve lost track of what else.

The ladder was 25 feet tall and I fell from near the top after getting dizzy. I don’t remember the fall but Heather says I was immediately saying I couldn’t move my legs. I still can’t after nearly four months. I was flown to Pikeville and then Lexington for Level One Trauma.

I don’t remember much of those first days except screaming and crying a lot. I caught covid in the hospital and felt like I was drowning. I got a horrible pressure wound that will take months to heal. I was given drugs that I had told them multiple times I was allergic to.

After 110 days, I’m finally out of the hospital and back in Bluefield! A loaner power wheelchair arrived today so I hope to get out a bit soon. We’ve had to buy a wheelchair van so I can get to doctor’s visits and such. I can’t wait to get out!

We greatly thank everyone for their prayers, kind words and donations. Everybody has been so wonderful.

We created a GoFundMe, if anyone is interested. Thank you all!

A link to Mark's Go Fund Me page.


I've been messaging with Mark on FB and find him to be very upbeat about his situation. He's not bitter or angry; he is taking each day as it comes with fortitude and grace.

I hope people can find it in their hearts to help Mark out the way he has helped us out in many unseen ways. You can also send well wishes and words of encouragement to his Facebook page. 


Monday, December 30, 2024

Tuesday, December 24, 2024

Happy Holidays!

 Happy Holidays!






Sharon and Doris Tate with Guiness celebrating Christmas 1965 at Jay Sebring's.



Wishing everyone at Manson Blog a very happy holiday season and happy New Year!

Please check out the Christmas video from 1971 in the following link: 

This video comes from a time when the world was perhaps just a little less crazy.

Monday, December 16, 2024

Bill Nelson and Doris Tate interview Ed Sanders

 This is an interview I've never seen. It's not the best quality visually but the sound is good all the way through. The interview is raw, unedited footage. While there no date on the interview there is mention that it had been 20 years since the TLB murders.

Bill Nelson conducts roughly the first hour, then Doris Tate takes over for about 15 minutes, the last couple of minutes are of Nelson preening before the camera.

Ed Sanders seems a little exasperated with Nelson at times. Nelson's questions mainly revolve around other murders the Family may have committed. Of course Nelson wanted to slip in questions about whether or not Sanders had entertained the idea that anyone in the Family could have been the Zodiac Killer. Sanders largely dismissed any such notions. 

Sanders did offer up one murder where the Family was investigated that also had a Zodiac Killer component. When the murder was first brought up Sanders couldn't remember the victim's name though much later in the interview he did finally come up with a name. He qualified the accusation by saying that another man, Stanley Dean Baker, was believed to have committed the murder. 

The victim was Robert Salem who was found dead April 19, 1970 in San Francisco. It was a very brutal murder. Salem had been stabbed, he had a missing ear, and his heart cut out. On the wall of his apartment the words Satan Saves and Zodiac had been written in the victim's blood along with what was possibly supposed to be an Ankh symbol. It was the writing in blood on the wall that drew the attention of Los Angeles detectives that had investigated the TLB murders.

In all likelihood it was Stanley Dean Baker who committed the murder though he was never charged. 



Here are some articles about the murder that Baker was convicted of committing. The first is an anniversary article which has all of the basic information about the murder of James Schlosser in Montana and how it came to be that Baker was arrested in California for that murder. The second is an article written at the time of the trial for Baker's accomplice in the Schlosser murder. It includes questions asked of Baker, while he was in the witness stand, about the Robert Salem murder.






The other murder that Sanders said was investigated as a possible Manson murder was that of a black drug dealer named Super Spade, true name William Edward Thomas. Super Spade's body was found in a sleeping bag that had been tossed down a cliff near the Pt. Reyes Lighthouse in Marin County on August 6, 1967. He had been shot and relieved of a hefty amount of cash. I feel like it was far too soon after Manson was released from prison in March 1967 to have been committed by him. The crazy had not begun to set in, yet. The murder is still unsolved.



The remainder of the possible murders that Sanders spoke about have all been discussed at one time or another here at the blog.



The Manson Family Archives YouTube channel is hosted by James Dawson. He has many Family related videos.

Monday, December 2, 2024

Rise

 



Rise is a novel based on the Manson murders. A blog reader suggested it to me. I normally don't do book reports especially for books that are fiction. I don't usually even bother to read novels connected to the crimes. There's just too many other books with facts to read.

At 142 pages, Rise is not a long book. But those 142 pages had the hair on the back of my neck standing up. The book is part fact, part fiction, part thriller and very engrossing. It's well written to the point that you don't want to put it down until you've finished it. The facts about the TLB murders are largely correct, there might be some disagreement in a couple of places but those disagreements are ones that have been debated over and over.

The author is A.S. Cassidy who hails from the Pacific Northwest. Other than that there is no other information about the author. I wouldn't be surprised to learn that the author has read the blog though.

If you are looking for a book with a familiar backstory to escape into for two or three hours I don't think you will be disappointed. It is available at Amazon, $6.99 for the paperback, $2.99 for the Kindle edition and if you have Kindle Unlimited it is free. It's reasonably priced.

Rise at Amazon

Monday, November 25, 2024

Burton Katz and the First Grogan Trial



Burton Katz worked for the Los Angeles District Attorney's Office as a Deputy District Attorney. He was the prosecutor for Bobby Beausoleil's second trial in 1970. In 1971 he was the lead prosecutor for both of Steve Grogan's trials for the murder of Shorty Shea.

In Katz book Justice Overruled, 1997 Warner Books, he relates why a mistrial was declared in Grogan's first trial. Newspaper articles hint that the mistrial was because of something Nancy Pitman, aka Brenda McCann, said while on the witness stand. There is a little more to it than that. Here is the story from Katz's book, pages 167-175.

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Scared Off by the Manson Family

In many ways, the worst judges are not the corrupt or crazy ones. The worst are decent, well-meaning judges who are just not up to the job. The first time I tried Steven Grogan for the murder of Donald "Shorty" Shea, the case ended in a mistrial because Judge Joseph Call could not keep going when things got rough. When you were dealing with the Manson Family things could get rough.

Judge Call had been appointed to the bench over thirty years before the Grogan trial. Few lawyers were willing to risk a complicated case before Judge Call. As luck would have it, we drew him for Grogan. We reluctantly agreed to Judge Call. It was to prove a costly mistake for both the defense and prosecution.

During the trial, Nancy Pitman, (aka Brenda McCann), "Squeaky" Fromme, Mary Brunner, Sandra Good, and other Manson Family members slept out and "held court" on the corner of Temple and Broadway, just outside the Hall of Justice. 


Each morning, outside my office, I would encounter the Family huddled together picnic-style, looking like innocent suffragettes bonding together for the cause. The Manson girls were as schizophrenic and enigmatic as Charlie himself. Sometimes they were pleasant, even coyly flirtatious. They would invite me to go camping with them at Spahn Ranch so they could reindoctrinate my misguided and corrupt establishmentarian ways of thinking. When things were going poorly for Charlie, they were menacing and dark-spirited, rubbing the sheath knives they kept lashed to their hips. They were always strangely entertaining, shrouded in mystery, myth, and rumor.

During the Grogan trial, a fierce rumor floated about that the Manson Family was going to free Manson, Steve Grogan (the defendant in my trial), and Tex Watson. Death threats had been directed at Judge Call and everyone else involved in the trial- even at the defense attorneys. Security was beefed up. Undercover cops were sprinkled throughout the audience. I was told I was to dive under the counsel table if a shootout started, because I was (as they delicately put it) "expendable" in any court shootout. The cops' priority was to protect the judge. The DA's bureau assigned a personal bodyguard to protect me, and my family, and armed me with a snub-nosed .38, which I carried strapped under my arm. We were all edgy. But Judge Joseph Call came completely unglued. It started in the judge's own chambers.

Fearful that Grogan would accuse him of something sinister if a chambers hearing occurred outside Grogan's presence, Judge Call allowed the defendant to be present in chambers during a discussion with counsel. The judge sat there nervously, jiggling some coins. Grogan sat only a few feet away. As the judge attempted to reassure Grogan everything he could do to provide a fair trial, Grogan suddenly moved. He knelt in front of the startled judge, his hand on the judge's knee- like a supplicant with a beatific smile, kneeling before Christ. We all stared, transfixed. At that moment Grogan could have killed him. The judge's face was ashen; his hands shook. Before the bailiff could help, the judge looked at Grogan for reassurance and said in a quivering voice, as if to convince himself: "Steve doesn't mean anything by it." Grogan, looking up at the judge and still smiling, gently replied: "It's oaky, Joe, I know you're just trying to be fair... you'll do the right thing." From that moment on, the judge began to unravel. All he wanted to do was to get out of trying this case. The only way he could do that was to declare a mistrial. You will probably not be surprised that he found a way to do just that.

Things might have settled down, had there been no further incidents. But that was not to be. Several Manson Family members, including Mary Brunner and Catherine Share (aka Gypsy) tried to rob a gun store. In the ensuing gun battle with the people, over fifty rounds of ammunition were fired, but miraculously no one was seriously hurt. Manson Family lore has it that Gypsy's bra was shot right off of her by police gunfire ripping through the getaway van in which she was waiting. The police did find a bloody bra in the bullet-ridden van, which amazed me. To my knowledge, Gypsy had never previously been sighted wearing a bra. Following their arrest, an additional cache of weapons was recovered- weapons that were to be used in freeing Charlie Manson and his faithful followers.

Needless to say, we were all on edge as we began the third month of trial. The stage was now set for the showdown on the stand with Brenda McCann. McCann was an important witness because she was present during a conversation between Grogan and Paul Watkins, a Manson Family member and close confidant of Charles Manson.


After surviving a mysterious trailer fire that nearly took his life, Watkins turned state's evidence. He believed Manson was behind the fire, and he was probably right. As a government witness, he had testified to a stunning confession made by Grogan in that conversation. You have read part of it earlier:

Charlie told me to cut his [Shorty Shea's] head off. So, I had this big machete and I chopped his head off and it went bloop, bloop, bloop and rolled out of the way...it was really groovy...

Grogan told Watkins that he had blood spattered all over him, and it was all warm, and he had it all up his arm.

Watkins then asked Grogan if he felt guilty. Grogan replied,

Any guilt I have is my changes [a term used in scientology] because in reality one baby should be able to kill another baby and then reach over and eat his shit... any guilty I have is something I have to work out with myself.

Defense attorney Charles Weedman called Brenda McCann as a witness in an effort to refute the damning confession. She claimed she had heard the same conversation, and denied that Grogan had ever confessed to the murder of Shorty Shea. In an effort to discredit Watkins, she claimed he boasted he was avoiding the draft by feigning mental instability, epilepsy, and seizures. Further, she said that Watkins he had learned to mock up cancer in his lungs so that an x-ray would reveal a black spot! She also added that he claimed to be a homosexual. The last point was hilarious inasmuch as the jury had just observed the extremely handsome and youthful Watkins on the stand for several days, regaling them and the court with his tales of lust for the Family females, who, like honey attracting bees, had induced this adventuresome youth to join the family. Watkins testified,

Well, when I first met Charlie, I was all alone and I wandered into a house and then there was Charlie and a couple of guys and ten girls, and that was what I had been looking for. I knocked on the door and three girls met me at the door, and right away I recognized the smell of marijuana, and they asked me to come in. And so, then I went in, it was [sic] some people didn't have their clothes on, and so right away I felt the free atmosphere, and I was overcome by a feeling of this is what I was looking for.

Watkins was as homosexual as John F. Kennedy. I began my cross-examination. I wanted to show the jury this witness was completely untrustworthy because of her Manson affiliation. The attitude of the "family" towards conventional values was summed up as follows in their own words:

Whatever is necessary, you do it. When somebody needs to be killed, there's no wrong. You do it, then you move on. And you pick up a child and you move him to the desert. You pick up as many children as you can and you kill whoever gets in our way. That is us.

Virtually from my first question, I knew it was not going to be easy, as Charles Weedman and the court kept jumping in. I began to focus on the subject of her being a member of the Manson Family, and her obvious loyalties and biases. Here is some of that testimony:

KATZ: [Y]ou understand at this time Mr. Grogan is on trial for his life, don't you?

McCANN: Yes.

KATZ: You understand the significance of your testimony, don't you?

McCANN: yes.

KATZ: You understand... if the jury believes you, they might acquit the defendant; isn't that right?

McCANN: Yes.


Manson and his followers had disavowed society's rules and laws; they X'ed themselves out of society. I explained to the judge that, during the Tate-LaBianca trials, Charles Manson, Susan Atkins, Katie Krenwinkel, and Leslie Van Houten had carved X's on their foreheads. Other Family members quickly followed suit, symbolizing the Family's rejection of society's rules and conventions. Hence, I felt it appropriate to ask whether Brenda recognized her duty to tell the truth under oath.

KATZ: [Y]ou would do anything you could, you would lay down your life for Clem [Grogan]; wouldn't you?

McCANN: Yes.

KATZ: As a matter of fact, Brenda, with respect to the so-called establishment and society as we know it, you have X'd yourself out from society, haven't you?

WEEDMAN: Oh, Your Honor, for heavens sakes. How long is this going to go on?

The court said it was not a proper cross. Then I asked her if she believed in the law against perjury. More objections were sustained by the court. Now I turned my attention to the actual conversation between Grogan and Watkins. On direct, I had deliberately refrained from asking Watkins about the entire conversation in which Grogan and McCann had talked also about killing Frank Retz, who owned the property next to Spahn Ranch. Retz had physically thrown Manson off his property and advised George Spahn strongly to kick the Family off Spahn Ranch. He was regarded as an enemy of Manson. I believed that this information was irrelevant to the confession and arguably too prejudicial. However, when Weedman made a tactical mistake in asking Brenda McCann on direct whether she had described the whole conversation, to which she replied yes, the door was open wide enough to accommodate two elephants and a rhino. The law allowed me to elicit the entire conversation, which included the damning death threats to Retz. I asked McCann whether she and Grogan had talked about killing Frank Retz. Of course, I expected her to lie about it, and she did. Before I could ask a follow-up question, Weedman jumped up and asked to go into chambers. The testimony was reread. Weedman argued that this was impeachment on a collateral matter and highly prejudicial. He then made a brief argument and a halfhearted motion for a mistrial. Judge Call had been terrorized with the news of the gun-store shootout just five days earlier. Weedman’s mistrial motion was just what the judge had been waiting for – a way to get himself out of this case.

The judge started talking about a whole series of small matters he claimed were prejudicial, things that had not even come up as objectionable at the time of the testimony, things that were not even the basis of Weedman’s motion. What is absolutely amazing is that he was ignoring virtually indestructible, well-settled rules of evidence. I asked for a recess so I could prepare a brief on the law permitting such questions to be asked. This was summarily denied. It was clear where Judge Call was going, and he wanted no impediment to his decision to jettison the case by declaring a mistrial. The judge said, “I am serious on the question of a mistrial. I am serious about it. I think it is highly prejudicial, highly inflammatory, and it can’t be otherwise.”

Dejected, I went home. The next morning, I appeared in court. Weedman and I were locked out of chambers for two hours. I had case citations with me establishing that my cross-examination about Retz had been entirely proper. But Judge Call never heard about those citations because he did not want to hear anything that interfered with his decision to get out of the case. At 10:50 A.M. we were ushered into chambers. The judge immediately started picking over the entire transcript of the previous day’s proceedings. He read into the record minor points having nothing to do with the subject of Weedman’s mistrial motion, and even alluded to questions asked of a witness other than McCann. This nitpicking went on for nearly three hours. Then the judge stated, “This is my final summation. I do grant the motion for a mistrial.”

As the old saying goes, you should be careful what you wish for, because it may become true. Wedman was horrified. I know he had moved for a mistrial. The judge had granted his motion. Why was he upset? In truth, a mistrial was the last thing he wanted. All he was trying to do was set up an issue on appeal. Basically, he had moved for the mistrial so he could argue to an appellate court later that he should have gotten a mistrial he did not really want. Defense lawyers do this all the time. This was nothing different. What was different was having such a weak motion granted by the court.

Weedman frantically tried to backpedal. First he asked the court if he could confer with his client before the jury was dismissed. The judge was ready to discharge the jury, but Weedman asked for another chambers discussion in which Grogan was present. Craftily, Weedman then told the judge that while he did not necessarily agree with his client’s assessment, Grogan had expressed “feeling that some of these matters could be sufficiently cured as to insure [sic] him a fair trial in this matter.” Weedman mentioned this this had been a long trial, and it had been a considerable strain on Grogan; who might disagree that a mistrial was necessary. Weedman had cleverly placed the court in a vise, on the one hand suggesting his client might object to a mistrial, even though he, as his lawyer, believed it was warranted. A declaration of mistrial over strenuous objection oof the defendant can result in double jeopardy, barring a retrial. The trap was being set.

Judge Call quickly began to reiterate, apparently for the benefit of Grogan, how devastating the supposed prosecutorial error had been:

Your jury is prejudiced. I’m telling you my opinion again. It is deadly. I think it has created irreversible prejudice in the minds of those folks. You should go out and get a new jury on this and a new judge; let somebody else rule on it. I’m out of it. I mean, in a new trial, they should get somebody else in.

Note Judge Call’s insistence that he personally should be removed from the trial. The usual rule is that the trial judge at the first trial also presides over the second. Because he is already familiar with the evidence and the law pertaining to that case, the rule saves time and makes good sense. But Judge Call was the senior judge. He was not worried about anyone junior to him telling him he had to retry this case. Not on your life.

Weedman took one last stab. First he told the judge he had no objection to his continuing in this trial. Then he was allowed to confer once again with Grogan. Upon returning, he asked that the court delay the discharge of the jury until the following Monday (it was Friday) with a view towards withdrawing his mistrial motion. The judge refused. The jury was dismissed. The case was over, as far as Judge Call was concerned. The jurors were confused, shocked. Not one juror understood the reason for the mistrial. Not one thought the question about Frank Retz was that important. Fortunately, the case was quickly reassigned to the very competent Judge James Kolts. He conducted a fair and expeditious trial. The case was tried swiftly and without incident to a conviction and a death-penalty verdict which Kolts reduced to life in lieu of granting a motion for a new trial.

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Steve Grogan after sentencing Dec. 23, 1971


Katz's account of why Grogan's death-penalty sentence was reduced to life is likely what is in the official records. We don't have the transcripts from that trial, only the first trial. The newspaper accounts of Judge Kolts, saying that Grogan was too stupid to have acted on his own, are an opinion and not part of the official record.




Monday, November 18, 2024

The CIA's Review of Chaos

Did you think that Tom O'Neill's Chaos would fly under the radar of the CIA notice? Of course not. All in all it's a generous review though one might get the feeling that there were a few eye rolls along the way when writing the review.


Intelligence in Public Media 

Chaos: Charles Manson, the CIA, and the Secret History of the Sixties 

Tom O’Neill with Dan Piepenbring (Little, Brown and Company, 2019), 521 pages, plates and illustrations, bibliography, index. 

Reviewed by Leslie C.

 Authors, or their agents and publishers, seem unable to resist using the word “secret” to modify that apparently pedestrian word “history.” Its use promises something the finished work invariably fails to deliver, implying as it does access to the eldritch or the gnostic, when the reality is often more mundane. Such a force is at work in Tom O’Neill’s Chaos: Charles Manson, the CIA, and the Secret History of the Sixties

The book has its origins in a magazine article O’Neill was commissioned to write marking the 30th anniversary of the Tate-LaBianca murders. Charles Manson, a semiliterate drifter and purported cult leader, and members of his “Family” were convicted of the killings. The episode transfixed the American public and suggested the forces unleashed by the social tides of the sixties, not least the anti-war and youth movements, had dark if not violent undertones. O’Neill never finished his article. The threads he uncovered while doing his research led him instead on a 20-year odyssey that crossed the line into obsession, as he switched editors and publishers, borrowed money from relatives, and did anything else required to unearth the truth about Manson. 

Chaos is a monument to O’Neill’s determination to get the story and a narrative of his efforts to track down reluctant witnesses, obtain forgotten or buried documentary evidence, and pull the pieces into a coherent picture. Chaos is not—at least not in the way its title suggests—a “secret history of the sixties.” With its fascinating allusions to a host of Southern California characters from Cass Elliott to the Beach Boys, it is more Once Upon A Time In Hollywood than Manchurian Candidate. This review will not summarize O’Neill’s theories, though it will touch on them insofar as they are germane to the primary question for this audience, which is, of course, what did Charles Manson have to do with the CIA? But first, some housekeeping. 

Over the course of August 8–10, 1969, Manson’s followers, at his urging, murdered eight people during two home invasions: six at the home of actress Sharon Tate and the director Roman Polanski, and two at the home of Leno and Rosemary LaBianca. Manson believed the killings would trigger a race war, and his followers—using the victims’ blood—left behind graffiti meant to suggest the Black Panther Party was responsible. A four-month investigation, spurred by the jailhouse confession of a member of the “Family,” resulted in the arrest of Manson and his accomplices. Vincent Bugliosi, the Los Angeles district attorney who tried the case and secured the convictions, wrote a book about the crimes. Titled Helter Skelter—after a Beatles song Manson used a code word for the race war—it went on to become the best-selling “true crime” book in the history of American publishing. 

All of this is straightforward. However, O’Neill’s research uncovered a litany of problems and unanswered questions about the conduct of the investigation that might, had they been brought to light sooner, have justified a re-trial, according to one of Bugliosi’s associates in the DA’s office. In O’Neill’s telling, Bugliosi emerges as a villain who seized his chance to profit in the wake of a terrible crime and who spent the subsequent decades consciously foiling any effort to question the methods or outcome of the investigation. O’Neill’s scrupulous catalogue of the myriad omissions in Bugliosi’s case certainly paints an unflattering picture of the entire process and of many of those involved. 

Manson’s responsibility for these crimes in not in question. O’Neill’s interest is in the motivations and actions of many secondary players, together with the grip Manson continues to hold on the American imagination. Most people were horrified—yet fascinated—by the brutality of the killings, though others saw them in a different light. The leftist radical Bernardine Dohrn of the Weather Underground infamously elevated Manson to a revolutionary hero. New Left chronicler Todd Gitlin was more reasonable, and closer to the mark, when he observed that “For the mass media, the acidhead Charles Manson was readymade as the monster lurking in the heart of every longhair, the rough beast slouching to Beverly Hills to be born for the new millennium.” O’Neill reaches a similar conclusion, which brings us to the main point, which is the CIA’s alleged role. 

If, as Gitlin suggests, Manson embodied for most Americans the darkness hard wired in the counterculture, then how did the US government benefit? O’Neill delves into the FBI’s COINTELPRO and CIA’s CHAOS, domestic surveillance programs designed to infiltrate, discredit, and neutralize civil rights, student, and anti-war organizations that first Lyndon Johnson and then Richard Nixon regarded as subversive. These programs, which in the case of CIA violated its charter, were ultimately exposed and triggered congressional hearings in the mid-1970s, in which the Intelligence Community was held to account. 

And this is where O’Neill ultimately falls short. Despite what his title implies, he cannot document any compelling link between these programs and Manson. This was not for lack of effort. Extensive research and a slew of FOIA requests did not produce a smoking gun or much beyond the shadowy, ill-explained presence around these events of Reeve Whitson, an alleged “intelligence operative.” O’Neill also examines the CIA program MKULTRA, which may have gotten him closer to his goal—but not much. Conceived by Richard Helms and authorized by Allen Dulles in 1953, MKULTRA studied mind control, one possible path to which was hallucinogenic drugs. 

The standard histories of the subject indicate that the CIA, through MKULTRA, spent considerable effort to understand the use and effects of LSD and other substances, and contracted with a number of researchers to that end. One was Dr. Louis Jolyon West, who is the closest O’Neill gets to tying Manson to the CIA. West, purportedly at the behest of the agency, opened an office in San Francisco, the purpose of which was “studying the hippies in their native habitat”, Haight Ashbury.  Manson had, at the same time, been a denizen of the Haight before moving the “Family” to Los Angeles, and he liberally dosed his followers with LSD, which was one of his tools for bending them to his will. Indeed, defense attorneys unsuccessfully attempted to use this as a mitigating factor during the trial. 

While O’Neill not unreasonably asks how a barely educated criminal like Manson could use sophisticated methods to control his “Family,” he cannot link Manson to Dr. West. There is no evidence the two ever met, or that Manson was—in what O’Neill admits is the most “far-out” theory—the product of “an MKULTRA effort to create assassins who would kill on command.” (430) His own conclusions about CHAOS—which are less relevant to his theory of the case than MKULTRA—are dubious. He describes a program that kept tabs on 300,000 people, sharing intelligence with FBI, the Department of Justice, and the White House, but he then claims it was so well-hidden within CIA that “even those at the top of its counterintelligence division were clueless.” (233). And yet, when the program was exposed and Director William Colby admitted its existence, James Angleton, the longtime head of counterintelligence and presumably no stranger to such efforts, was the official who resigned. 

O’Neill also makes the occasional odd statement. One example will illustrate the point. In untangling the web of connections surrounding the Manson case, O’Neill links one figure to former Air Force Chief of Staff General Curtis E. LeMay, who, he writes, “tried to organize a coup against Kennedy among the Joint Chiefs of Staff” during the Cuban Missile Crisis (83). This was news, as the standard Cold War history fails to mention it, as does LeMay’s biographer. LeMay did forcefully advocate for military action against the missile sites—and he was famously satirized in Stanley Kubrick’s Dr. Strangelove— but a coup? Presumably if his advocacy had reached even the level of significant insubordination Kennedy would have removed him. There was, after all, precedent for doing so. 

O’Neill’s narrative is never uninteresting. His research has raised legitimate questions about the investigation and prosecution of these notorious crimes, and the actions of a number of people, from the district attorney’s office to the sheriff’s department; from the associates and relatives of the victims to the perpetrators. However compelling his determination to follow every last thread, O’Neill has not written a “secret history” of the 1960s, unless the secrets are those certain individuals wished to keep for their own reasons. The author cannot definitively tie Manson to MKULTRA or CHAOS; he can only imply it on circumstantial evidence. At least, in the end, he has the grace to acknowledge it.

The reviewer: Leslie C. is a CIA operations officer. 

Studies in Intelligence Vol 65, No. 3 (Extracts, September 2021)

Original Article