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Manson: The Life & Delusions

Manson

More than one friend, when told I was reading the “definitive” new biography of Charles Manson, said “Why would anybody want to read that?”

It's a reasonable question. The Manson murders, almost 45 years ago, were gruesome, sordid, tragic and completely pointless. Manson himself was a seedy figure with huge delusions. His “family,” who carried out the actual killing at his direction, were about as pathetic collection of young losers as could be found. But find them Manson did, in the ferment of mid-sixties Bay Area countercultural flowering. Most of them never quite figured out that he had spent most of his life up to 1967 in reform schools and other “correctional” institutions, where he was not corrected but learned even more about how to hustle people. One of the most striking facts in the new biography, in fact, is that his favored teachers and role models, besides imprisoned pimps, were L. Ron Hubbard, founder of the “Church” of Scientology, and the bestselling wholesome Dale Carnegie's handbook “How to Win Friends and Influence People.” In some things, at least, Charlie seemed to be a good student.

The Mendocino connection here is that Manson's growing band of followers made several trips “up north” in the summer of 1967, “camping along the beautiful, tree-lined coast, sleeping in the VW van.” Nothing too unusual about that in those days; I did just that myself years after. But residents of the town of Mendocino “thought the women in Charlie's group looked a little odd as they had sewn together old blankets to serve as skirts” - again likely not a wholly unique sartorial look then — but “After a few days they were ready for Charlie and the girls to move on.” They did so, back to the already-souring Haight where “all these kids who had had flowers in their hair were now lying around with needles in their arms,” but Charlie soon sent some followers back to look for a better, more durable home. Susan Atkins, who would become a multiple murderer, led a small group including Charlie's doomed son Pooh Bear — another Family baby was named Ze Zo Ze Cee Zadfrack “because it seemed like a good name” — to Philo. But “soon after they arrived, parents began complaining to county police that their underage children were being given drugs by women living in what neighbors dubbed 'Hippie house'.” Soon the “girls” were arrested on drug charges, and spend a few months in county jail, despite a rescue attempt by family hanger-on Bobby Beausoleil — himself soon to join the list of Manson family murderers. That was the end of their Mendocino sojourn.

Biographer Jeff Guinn spent years on this book and it shows: He found Manson's relatives — who understandably spoke to him under conditions of anonymity — acquaintances, “family” members and others who had never spoken before in the numerous books about Manson; he recreates Manson's trashy, troubled youth and shows how his long residencies behind bars even before the “Summer of Love” seemed almost inevitable. While “little Charlie” had cute dimple and a nice smile, he had no father in his life and his mother - fifteen years old when he was born in 1934, in Cincinnati — went to jail while he was very young, and he was troubled and trouble from the start, “obsessed with being the center of attention,” and a cousin recalls “there was never anything happy about him.” By the time he went — briefly — to regular school, he had “three interests — he became fascinated by knives or anything that was sharp. He enjoyed handling guns...and above all, he fell in love with music.”

Flash forward over episodes of armed robbery and car theft, stints in some rough institutions, where he was raped, did some raping, and learned to use knives in unwholesome ways, and in early 1967 Charlie was being released after a seven year stint “inside” from Terminal Island prison in Southern California. He could play some guitar and wrote some songs and, like millions of others, had big dreams of big rock-stardom. He headed for Berkeley, where he becomes a “stranger in a strange land' but quickly figured that the burgeoning hippie culture provided him with plenty of fresh naive fodder for his “Church of Charlie.” He gathered innocent young women from Berkeley and the Haight-Ashbury, where the clinicians at the landmark free clinic diagnosed him as an “ambulatory schizophrenic” with all manner of manipulative behaviors, not to mention a fondness for LSD, speed (Guinn focuses more on the ritual use of LSD, but amphetamines were more likely a bigger part of the picture) and marathon orgiastic sex directed by Charlie, and treat his “family” for sexually-transmitted infections. But Manson says his gang are “slippies,” not hippies, and thus they move south to chase his dreams of musical stardom.

That did not go well. He befriended some stars, used his pimping skills and girls to cultivate friendships with Beach Boy Dennis Wilson and charmed and impressed others like Neil Young to some degree. Wilson and Young called him “The Wizard.” He wanted — demanded — auditions, but those didn't go well, not only due to his insufficient talent but also his smell and tendency to threaten, including with knives, those who disagree with him.

Between bad deals of bad drugs and the constant need to hustle for food, automobiles, and rent, people started to die when they got too close to the Manson Family. The random violence arose from Manson's grandiose vision and absurd paranoid interpretation of Beatles' songs from their latest “White Album,” including “Helter Skelter,” which Charlie just knows warns of an impending race war between whites and the blacks he has learned to hate from his long years in prison. “The Family was meant to rule the earth after Helter Skelter. It ordained by the Beatles and the Bible through Charlie. They would reign benevolently and the world would become a far better place.”

That did not turn out so well either. When rejected by the music industry at every turn, Manson sends his minions to kill in a house where one of the producers who rejected him had lived, in order to bring about his vision a bit faster. The horrid story of the Tate-Labianca slaughters has been told too many times already, but Guinn has to do it again, this time with more detail than anyone before. The actual killers are all teenagers or not much older. They are so brainwashed that they run amok in blood and remain unrepentant through their brief fugitive period and trial, until years of prison show most how tragically deluded they'd been under Manson's spell. Guinn retells the search and capture of the dozen or so culprits, the long trials (where Manson once attacks a judge “In the name of Christian justice"), the media circus surrounding the whole affair, and the sad fates of those who encountered him. The loyal Lynette “Squeaky” Fromme, of course, tried to prove her loyalty by attempting to assassinate President Ford, but fortunately was as inept at that as in most everything else. She escaped from prison briefly some years after, but even perfect jailhouse records and fervent conversions to religious ministries have never freed a Manson follower, convicted killers who were saved from earlier execution by the banning of the death penalty in California after their sentencing. These are the kind of cases where even some who oppose the death penalty might have wished to make exceptions. In any event, nobody has bothered to calculate the sum total of tax dollars spent on the Manson family over the decades. It's probably best not to know.

One of the most striking things in this saga, though, is the strange durability of some of Manson's madness. He's been imprisoned this time since 1969, and was called “The Most Dangerous Man Alive” on the cover of Rolling Stone (a dubious claim given that Nixon was still President at that point). From his numerous public appearances, at doomed parole hearings, on in recordings, and in print, he has not been “corrected” in any way and is still an uneducated, delusional, manipulative maniac. Yet he has remained an object of fascination to many, his songs covered by rockers both famed and obscure, films of his life made, his name and face popping all over on t-shirt and other images. But most disturbingly and pathetically, he still has followers. One of them, who used to haunt Haight street into the 1990s, recalled that the violence was not to his liking but he did not want to give up access to the “girls.” Another used to park an old van on the streets and try to sell Manson memorabilia. Some others, even those who did not know Manson during the brief couple of years he was on the “outside” and caused so much mayhem, have moved to the towns where he has been incarcerated, maintained websites in his support and honor, and at least one couple have recently carved up their faces as some of his women “family” did during his trial over forty years ago. And of course, they, like Charlie, still maintain his innocence. Whether he killed with his own hands remains arguable, but that he was the cause of brutal murders is not. And as Truman Capote, no stranger to murderous tales and psyches since the years producing his classic study “In Cold Blood,” said about him, “I have seldom met a murderer who did not tell you he was innocent.”

Capote, who met some of Manon's “family,” also observed, in Rolling Stone in 1973, that Manson was just “an institutionalized thug” who used drugs and sex to take advantage of kids, in keeping with the Haight Clinicians' suspicions years before. This in a nutshell is Guinn's conclusion as well — his nearly 500-page book is a demythologizing of Manson, for anybody who still harbors and illusions about his real self.

Manson was and probably still is a completely amoral, racist, misogynistic, antisemitic, physically abusive, megalomaniacal, delusional, failed little convict pimp. Guinn stretches a bit in trying to compare the Manson Family with The Weathermen, those failed violent radicals, but their motivation at least had some “political” leanings, however misjudged and distorted. How much Manson has ever truly believed his own ravings is somewhat mysterious, but Guinn builds a strong case that it was all part of Charlie's modus operandi since his childhood, and the stakes just grew higher and nastier. Guinn concludes that Manson “is a product of the 1960s - and also of the 1930s, 1940s, and 1950s....By the time the 1960s arrived, Charlie was already a lifelong social predator” who “was always the wrong man in the right place at the right time.”

The Manson murders have been seen as the end of “the sixties,” ironically occurring in the same month as the Woodstock Festival — a week before it, actually. But that's buying into the idea that there was anything of wider or deeper importance about the crimes. Guinn doesn't buy any of it. “There was nothing mystical or heroic about Charlie — he was an opportunistic sociopath. The unsettling 1960s did not create Charlie, but they made it possible for him to bloom in full, malignant flower.”

“Manson: The Life and Times of Charles Manson” will remain the definitive biography of this “true life criminal.” I hope somebody gives him a copy, and that he reads it if he is able. His own response or review might be something to read as well.

One Comment

  1. Paul Hart October 9, 2024

    One thing Guinn’s otherwise excellent book doesn’t cover.
    Manson told two friends (in a privately recorded conversation) that he was placed in a “Federal Witness Protection Program” when he got out of Terminal Island in March 1967. Manson pleaded with the BOP and US Parole Board to help him on the outside. He told the Feds, “I need your help. I can’t do this alone.” I have the letter he wrote in 1967. The Feds weren’t a welfare agency. If you wanted their assistance, you needed to give something in return. The FBI had just begun a surveillance campaign against UC Berkeley in early 1967 when Reagan first entered the governors mansion. He was vehemently opposed to the anti-war unrest at Berkeley. He discussed the matter with J. Edgar Hoover, who dispatched two FBI security officers (Curtis Lynum and Glenn Harter) from the SF and Berkeley offices to meet with Reagan. A plan was hatched to send a couple of dozen informants to Berkeley in February & March 1967. Several were federal parolees who either got reduced sentences or financial support. Why did Manson go way up to Berkeley when he was given contacts in the music business in Los Angeles by fellow inmate Phil Kaufman? That was Manson’s dream for years at McNeil Island and T.I. Why did he tell friends he was in a federal protection program in March 1967 designed to, as he put it, “Keep me out of jail. The state of California should’ve never touched me.”
    I’m attempting to get 200 pages of Manson’s FBI files that have never been declassified, and 500 pages of his Bureau of Prison files that have never been made public. The true story of what happened between 1967 and 1969 can’t be written until these files get released. It’s a tough FOIA battle.

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