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Message: <blockquote data-quote="AtulaSiriwardane" data-source="post: 5640446" data-attributes="member: 120286">I watched Psycho recently and it made me interested in Seriel Killers activities and attitudes behind their killings. Kemper is the most interesting character I found. The one who knew what he was doing. He is intelligent, logical even caring and philosophical at times. I think he is much more than just a serial killer. It's amazing how can there be so many different characteristics can be found in one man. I enjoyed reading his interview. Hope you would too. <img src="/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/default/D.gif"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D" data-shortname=":D" /> And just ignore my close friend GihanFX's irrelevant posts, he is giving a false impression of a popularity to my thread. I actually don't approve such pretensions to get attention to my threads. What to do. He is a friend and I believe his intention is good. Intention creates Karma -Atula <a href="http://www.truecrime.net/kemper/interview.htm" target="_blank">Edmund Kemper</a> <a href="http://www.truecrime.net/kemper/interview.htm" target="_blank">The Special Serial Killer</a> <a href="http://www.truecrime.net/kemper/interview.htm" target="_blank"><img src="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/9016/kempertmez2.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></a> <a href="http://www.truecrime.net/kemper/interview.htm" target="_blank">http://www.truecrime.net/kemper/interview.htm</a> By A Psychiatrist Re: His Adult Release "...if i were seeing without any history available or without  getting the history from him, i would think that we're dealing with a very well  adjusted young man who had initiative, intelligence, and who was free of any  psychiatric illness. If effect, we are dealing with two different people when we  talk of the fifteen year old boy who committed the murder and the twenty-three  year old man we see before us now. it is my opinion that .... I would see  no psychiatric reason to consider him to be of any danger to himself or to any  member of society..." [YOUTUBE]xLpH40s7nHw[/YOUTUBE] Just a few hours after California's mass murderer Edmund Kemper, 24, was convicted on eight counts of first degree murder, he kept a promise and granted me an exclusive interview. It was not my first person-to-person talk with the young killer.   As a reporter assigned to cover the grisly murder investigation (I’ll Show You Where I Buried the Pieces of Their Bodies, <a href="http://www.truecrime.net/kemper/article.htm" target="_blank">August INSIDE, 1973</a>) and the trial, I had, by chance, chatted with him a few weeks before his trial, as he was waiting at the Santa CruzCounty courthouse for a conference with his lawyer.   I wrote a story about our meeting and my impressions of him and he liked it, thus came his promise of an interview once the trial was ended. Kemper had warned me the court hearings on the gory sex-killings of six coeds and the subsequent murders of his mother and her best friend probably would turn my stomach. They did.   As a sex-starved young man in what should have been a peak of his virility, he was sexually and socially so uncertain of himself that he began to prey on hitchhiking coeds, not as a rapist, but as a murderer and necrophiliac.   "At first I picked up girls just to talk to them, just to try to get acquainted with people my own age and try to strike up a friendship," he had told investigators. Then he began to have sex fantasies about the girls he picked up hitchhiking, but feared being caught and convicted as a rapist So, he said: "I decided to mix the two and have a situation of rape and murder and no witnesses and no prosecution."   Kemper’s first two victims were 18-year-old FresnoState college coeds, Mary Ann Pesce and Anita Luchessa whom he stabbed to death May 7, 1972, after he picked them up in Berkeley.   "I had full intentions of killing them. I would loved to have raped them, but not having any experience at all..." he trailed off.   He disclosed that, despite the fact he killed Miss Pesce, she had awakened a feeling of tenderness in him that none of his other victims did. "I was really quite struck by her personality and her looks and there was just almost a reverence there," he said.   Kemper decapitated the girls' corpses, burying Miss Pesce's body in a redwood grove along a mountain highway and casting that of Miss Luchessa out in the brush on a hillside. He kept their heads for a time and then hurled them down a steep slope of a ravine.   The girls were listed as "missing persons" for months until Miss Pesce's head was found by hikers and, subsequently, identified through dental charts. Kemper later led investigators to the grave where he had buried her.   "Sometimes, afterward, I visited there ... to be near her ... because I loved her and wanted her," he said on the witness stand.   Miss Luchessa's head and body never were found.   A month after Miss Pesce's head was discovered, Kemper chose another victim. Beautiful Aiko Koo, 15, a talented Oriental dancer, was hitchhiking from her home in Berkeley to a dance class in San Francisco. She never arrived. Kemper literally snuffed out her life in the darkness of an isolated spot in the mountains above the city of Santa Cruz.   Her mouth was taped shut and he pinched her nostrils together until she suffocated. Then he raped her inert body and put it in the trunk of his car. A few miles away, he stopped at a country bar "for a few beers."   Before going into the bar, he opened the trunk to make sure she was dead. He told investigators:   "I suppose as I was standing there looking, I was doing one of those triumphant things, too, admiring my work and admiring her beauty, and I might say admiring my catch like a fisherman."   Kemper also spoke of a sense of exultation in his killings:   "I just wanted the exaltation over the party. In other words, winning over death. They were dead and I was alive. That was the victory in my case."   He said of the act of decapitation, "I remember it was very exciting … there was actually a sexual thrill … It was kind of an exalted triumphant type thing, like taking the head of a deer or an elk or something would be to a hunter.   "I was the hunter and they were the victims."   On the witness stand, though, Kemper testified that "death never entered as a factor" in the coed killings. He said:   "Alive, they were distant, not sharing with me. I was trying to establish a relationship and there was no relationship there...   "When they were being killed, there wasn't anything going on in my mind except that they were going to be mine ... That was the only way they could be mine." (Kemper testified that as a child of eight he had killed his pet cat, which had transferred its affections to his two sisters, "to make it mine.")   His desire to possess the coeds led Kemper even further than murder, he revealed in court. In his fantasies he literally made two of the girls "a part of me" by eating "parts of them."                        <img src="http://www.truecrime.net/kemper/kemper1.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" />Of all his coed victims he said: "They were like spirit wives... I still had their spirits. I still have them," he declared in the courtroom.    Kemper did not kill again until after he bought a .22-caliber pistol in January of this year.   "I went bananas after I got that .22," he told me.   The day he bought it he fatally shot coed Cynthia Schall, a 19-year-old Santa Cruz girl, in the trunk of his car. He carried her body into his mother's apartment near Santa Cruz, kept it in his bedroom closet over night and dissected it in the bathtub the next day while his mother was at work.   He buried the girl's head in the back yard "with her face turned toward my bedroom window and, sometimes at night, I talked to her, saying love things, the way you do to a girlfriend or wife."   Less than a month later, Kemper picked up two girls, Rosalind Thorpe, 23, and Alice Liu, 21, on the campus of the University of California at Santa Cruz (UCSC). He shot them both to death in the car before driving off campus and later cut off their heads in the trunk of his car while it was parked in the street in front of his mother's apartment.   He told investigators the killings came on an impulse bom out of anger with his mother.   "My mother and I had had a real tiff. I was pissed. I told her I was going to a movie and I jumped up and went straight to the campus because it was still early.   "I said, the first girl that's halfway decent that I pick up, I'm gonna blow her brains out," he revealed.   Kemper's final killings were those of his mother, Mrs. Clarnell Strandberg, 52, and her best friend, Mrs. Sara Hallett, 59, in his mother's apartment on Easter weekend. Then he began a cross-country flight, in a rented car loaded with guns and ammunition, that ended in a decision to surrender, "so I wouldn't kill again."   On April  24, 1973, he was arrested in a public telephone booth in Pueblo, Colo., after he had called policemen he knew in Santa Cruz to say he was the coed killer and told them where to find the bodies of his mother and Mrs. Hallett.   The afternoon I went to see Kemper in the Santa CruzCounty jail where he was being kept pending sentencing the next morning, I expected to talk to him for an hour or so, in the presence of a jailer. Instead, I spent over five hours alone with him, locked up in a tiny glass-walled room within sight but not sound of the jailer's desk. Though he wore manacles on his ankles, his hands were free.   Disarming as he is at times, more than once during the long afternoon I was reminded that I was sitting face to face with a six-foot, nine-inch 255-pound giant who had murdered and mutilated six coeds, beaten his sleeping mother to death with a hammer and strangled his mother's best friend in a matter of seconds. The frequent traffic of jailers and inmates past the glass wall was reassuring comfort.   My visit with Kemper was an unforgettable experience, inducing a collage of feelings. As he talked on and on, he was many things.   <ul> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">A lonely young man, grateful for companionship on the      eve of what was certainly to be his last day outside prison. </li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">An angry and bitter sibling recalling what he felt was      rejection and a lack of love from a divorced father who "cared more      for his second family than he did us." </li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">A son who alternately hated and "loved" a      mother he described as a "manhater" who had three husbands and      "took her violent hatred of my father out on me." </li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">A sometimes wry and boastful raconteur, chronicling the      events of his life and a person quick to see the humorous side of things      and laugh, even if the joke is on him. </li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">An anguished and remorseful killer when speaking of the      coeds whose bodies he had sexually assaulted after death and of the      "pain" he had caused their families. "The day those fathers      [of the Pesce and Luchessa girls] testified in court was very hard for me      ... I felt terrible. I wanted to talk to them about their daughters,      comfort them ... But what could I say?" </li> </ul>  Kemper also was a person who momentarily precipitated in me a flush of terror and then allayed my misgivings by faultlessly assuming the role of the gracious host. He talked about the jury's verdict that morning. He had pleaded not guilty and not guilty by reason of insanity to each of the killings.   Court-appointed psychiatrists, called to testify by the prosecution, described Kemper as suffering from a "personality disorder," but said he was not criminally insane by California's legal standards. One doctor called Kemper a "sadistic sex maniac."   The jury found Kemper was guilty and sane.   He didn't disagree with the jury's verdict.                        <img src="http://www.truecrime.net/kemper/sacrific.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" />"I really wasn't surprised when it came out that way," he said. "There was just no way they could find me insane ... Society just isn't ready for that yet. Ten or 20 years from now they would have, but they're not going to take a chance."    But he expressed regret that the "sane" verdict would mean he would go to prison, instead of possibly returning to Atascadero state hospital.   Kemper spent five years at Atascadero after he murdered his grandparents in 1964 at the age of 15. He recalled with pride the job he'd held there as head of the psychological testing lab at the age of 19 and working directly under the hospital's chief psychologist. He said:   "I felt I definitely could have done a lot of good there, helping people return to the streets ... I could have fit in there quicker than anybody else...   "After all," he explained, "I grew up there. That used to be like my home.   "Basically, I was born there, you know. I have a lot of fond memories of the place ... And I don't know anybody else who has," he added with a rueful laugh.   It was there that he became a member of the Junior Chamber of Commerce. During his trial, he wore his membership pin in his lapel, apparently with pride.   Because of his intelligence and ability, he apparently was a valuable aide in psychological testing and research. "I helped to develop some new tests and some new scales on MMPI... You've probably heard of it ... the Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory," he said with a chuckle. "I helped to develop a new scale on that, the 'Overt Hostility Scale'... How's that for a..." He groped for a word.   "Ironic?" I suggested.   "Ironic note," he agreed. "There we go, it was an ironic note that I helped to develop that scale and then look what happened to me when I got back out on the streets."   Though Kemper couldn't give me a positive answer to why he did what he did, he partly blamed society, the courts and his parents as well, saying:   "I didn't have the supervision I should have had once I got out... I was supposed to see my parole officer every other week and a social worker the other week.   "I never did. I think if I had, I would have made it.   "Two weeks after I was on the streets, I got scared because I hadn't seen anyone.   "Finally, I called the district parole office and asked if I was doing something wrong... was I supposed to go to my parole officer, or would he come to see me, I asked."   Kemper said the man on the phone asked him, "What's the matter, you got a problem?" When Kemper told him, "no," the man replied, "Well, we're awfully busy with people who have; we'll get to you."   Kemper blamed the court for counteracting the plan of Atascadero doctors to release him in stages geared to get him accustomed to the world outside again. He said they planned to send him to a "halfway house" environment where he would still have counseling, have a chance to get acquainted with girls at social functions and become aware of persons in his own age group.   "When I got out on the street it was like being on a strange planet. People my age were not talking the same language. I had been living with people older than I was for so long that I was an old fogey."   Instead, Kemper was sent to a California Youth Authority institution by court order, only to be released abruptly five months later, paroled to the custody of a mother who was "an alcoholic and constantly bitched and screamed at me."   Kemper looked down at his hands and said, "She loved me in her way and despite all the violent screaming and yelling arguments we had, I loved her, too." "But," he continued, "she had to manage your life... and interfere in your personal affairs."   He said his mother was a "big, ugly, awkward woman who was six feet tall and she was always trying to get me to go out with girls who were just like her... friends of hers from the campus." (His mother was an administrative assistant at UCSC.)   "I may not be so much to look at myself," Kemper said with a laugh, "but I have always gone after pretty girls."   All of his hitchhiking coed victims were pretty and, with the exception of one girl, were small and delicate in stature.   Of his father, he said, "he didn't want me around, because I upset his second wife. Before I went to Atascadero, my presence gave her migraine headaches; when I came out she was going to have a heart attack if I came around."   It was because of that, Kemper said, that he was "shipped off" to his paternal grandparents to live in "complete isolation" on a California mountain top with "my senile grandfather" and "my grandmother who thought she had more balls than any man and was constantly emasculating me and my grandfather to prove it.   "I couldn't please her... It was like being in jail... I became a walking time bomb and I finally blew ... It was like that the second time, with my mother." </blockquote>

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