Here are the words of serial killer Edmund Kemper, nicknamed the Ogre of Aptos. Six-foot-nine, three hundred pounds. An IQ of 145.
“I have always regarded my mother as a very impressive person, an almost indestructible being. She’s had a huge influence on my life.”
He ends up killing her.
[CONTENT WARNING: VIOLENCE] “I slit her throat, lifted her chin, and cut off her larynx before throwing it into the garbage disposal: since I was little, she never stopped screaming and yelling at me.”
What I’d like to know is who would dare to try the But she was your mother business on him. Why am I told that when I didn't murder mine, let alone with a hammer?
If she were an incestuous man, raping us, beating us to a bloody pulp, people would think otherwise—but that’s what she did to our minds.
I realize that there is an immeasurable violence inside me, a violence born of this injustice that has been macerating for too long. I see monsters on death row who compare to my mother. People universally hate those monsters. Why don’t they hate her?
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