August 2020: A Real Life Psycho Killer Faces His Victims
I'd say this one is certainly on topic (to "Psycho) though it perhaps leaves the Gothic fun of Hitchcock's seminal shocker for the gut-clenching realities of the homicidal maniac.
This past week, for three days, a parade of witnesses took to the microphone in Sacramento, to tell a man named Joseph DeAngelo exactly what they thought of him. He terrorized California(from North to South) over a decade, invading homes at night, tying up men(and putting plates on their chests and saying if the plates hit the floor, he'd kill them) raping women. He went by "the East Area Rapist" then, terrorizing the state capital of Sacramento. But eventually he turned to killing the couples he terrorized, and ended up with the monicker "The Golden State Killer." He killed 13 people and raped many, many women.
Several survivors told the same story: that this phantom psycho who appeared in their bedrooms in the middle of the night, told them to be quiet and accept the rape or he would "cut off the ear" of a husband or a child and bring it to them.
A real nice guy.
DeAngelo sat in a wheelchair with a mask covering the lower part of his face(COVID, don't you know) and remained totally impassive for three days as a parade of witnesses did their best to try to get through to him: You're a monster. You're nobody. You didn't live a life worth living. You're a coward. You're going to hell.
A fair number of them noted that he was famous among victims for his small penis -- and there was laughter and applause.
And he just sat there. When they'd demand: "Look at me," he just looked into space.
I've watched clips of a lot of this on YouTube. You can too.
Discussing this with friends , there seemed to be two points of contention:
ONE: Why do this? Wasn't DeAngelo simply "getting off" on all these people helping him relive the nights when he terrorized them?
TWO: As a psychopath(or a sociopath, take your pick)...NOTHING that any of these people could say to him would matter at all, one way or the other.
Finally, on Friday, he was sentenced. And finally, DeAngelo rose from his wheelchair(contended to be a ruse; he's not that frail) and took off the mask from his face and spoke (in a voice that, all his victims had told the police, was very high pitched, and yes, it WAS). He said: "I've listened to all of your stories -- each of them -- and I'm truly sorry." And then he sat down. All that horror, and that was his statement(likely written for him.)
Which was a lesson in itself: that's all you're going to get, society. Send him off to prison for the rest of his life (though he can't go yet, in California -- COVID-19 is in the prisons.) No death penalty -- he plea bargained it away, and the current Governor of California refuses to allow death penalty cases to proceed to execution, even thought the state's voters voted the death penalty in.
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The Golden State Killer -- as a real life specimen -- is yet another reminder that our "movie psychos" are of a more glamourous and interesting sort. DeAngelo reminds us of "the banality of evil."
The justifiable hatred directed at him by many of the witnesses certainly made him an object of rage, but I will admit that I picture, just for a moment -- Anthony Perkins as Norman Bates sitting there. Had not both the original Psycho and certainly its sequels posited Norman as a nice, vulnerable young fellow, a victim of circumstance no matter what he did so horribly to Marion and Arbogast?
Easier to picture sitting there was Bob Rusk of Frenzy. The fictional Rusk and the real D'Angelo are pretty much what real sexual psychopaths ARE -- sadists out to terrorize their victims and the community at large. But when a letter was read from DeAngelo's niece in his defense, saying "I can't believe this of him. He was always nice Uncle Joe to me" -- we're reminded that Rusk, too, was well liked and functional in the community. (DeAngelo, like a few other serial killers, had a wife and children -- they can be gotten.)
One had to keep circling back to the fact that, even if this was "not enough"(DeAngelo just sat there emotionless, and never took the time to even try to explain himself because -- how could he, anyway?) there WAS the triumph that he WAS caught, and that he WAS put out there in a public place for a few days like a slug dragged out from under a rock to be exposed.
But the real-life D'Angelo remains the reason why we've had a number of successful MOVIE psychopaths, too: Norman Bates. Hannibal Lecter. The "Se7en" killer. And for some of us minimalists, Bob Rusk. At the heart of all these human monsters, fictional and real, are the unanswerable questions: HOW does a person like this come to exist? WHY do they do what they do?
These are mysteries that will never be answered.
PS. While promoting Psycho in 1960, Hitchcock told the New York Times, "Its about a young man who runs a motel in Northern California...near Sacramento."