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Yngwie Mangosteen
Aug 23, 2007
edit: Not starting a new page reassuring a crazy person that a Facebook employee isn't stalking them to remove/add the word not to their posts to defend and hide the illuminati's child molesting agenda. So nvm.

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bowser
Apr 7, 2007

Captain Monkey posted:

edit: Not starting a new page reassuring a crazy person that a Facebook employee isn't stalking them to remove/add the word not to their posts to defend and hide the illuminati's child molesting agenda. So nvm.

No, I don't think that's the case at all. There's no global illuminati pedo conspiracy, no poo poo. But I honestly have no clue what happened there and it was undoubtedly strange to have a post I made get edited to completely change its meaning. Anyway in hindsight it's obviously not very relevant to the thread. Feel free to ignore that one.

Here's something that is somewhat unnerving but mostly just depressing. In the years after the Civil War, many former slaves desperately searched for loved ones that they had lost contact with. Reading some of their "Information Wanted" newspaper ads is heartbreaking:





quote:

Christian Recorder, April 7, 1866

Information wanted of the children of Hagar Outlaw, who went from Wake Forest. Three of them, (their names being Cherry, Viny, and Mills Outlaw) were bought by Abram Hester. Noah Outlaw was taken to Alabama by Joseph Turner Hillsborough. John Outlaw was sold to George Vaughn. Eli Outlaw was sold by Joseph Outlaw. He acted as watchman for old David Outlaw. Thomas Rembry Outlaw was sold in New Orleans by Dr. Outlaw. I live in Raleigh, and I hope they will think enough of their mother to come and look for her, as she is growing old and needs help. She will be glad to see them again at her side. The place is healthy, and they can all do well here. As the hand of time steals over me now so rapidly, I wish to see my dear ones once more clasped to their mother’s heart as in days of yore. Come to the capital of North Carolina, and you will find your mother there, eagerly awaiting her loved ones.
Hugh Outlaw, if you should find any or all of my children, you will do me an incalculable favor by immediately informing them that their mother still lives.
:smith:

This website archives hundreds of these ads taken from newspapers in Philadelphia, New Orleans, Nashville, Charelston, Galveston, and Cincinnati.

bowser has a new favorite as of 04:48 on Mar 18, 2017

That Damn Satyr
Nov 4, 2008

A connoisseur of fine junk

Avshalom posted:

this has probably been posted before but this is such a long thread and it's definitely been a while. the search for the famous september 11 falling man, the wtc employee in upside-down freefall who was for a long time completely anonymous even though he was one of the most enduring images of the attack

e: i just googled it and he has still not been identified, i thought i'd read recently that he was but clearly read wrong.

There's a pretty good documentary about it, where the family pretty much identifies him by the clothing he was wearing. His name is Jonathan Briley, and he was an audio technician at Windows on the World. It's even said in the article that you mentioned that it's widely believed that that is who this man was.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHqKEF34rpU


Edit: adding this as an addendum because I hate double posting.

St. Roch is a 14th-century French pilgrim who is said to have tended to and healed victims of the plague. Historically it has been believed that depictions of him with a bubo on his upper thigh represented the fact that he supposedly became ill himself with the plague while tending patients... However there is now a somewhat new - and personally in my opinion much more accurate - theory on his mystery leg wound, which has been pieced together from this painting that was done of the saint in the 14th century.



You see, for many years people believes that... Thing... Was just an artistic representation of pus or mucous. But now there are new studies that suggest that St. Roch was infected with the Guinea Worn.

Guinea worm is a parasite that has existed for at least 3000 years, but almost certainly has been around longer than that - there have been remains of worms found in Egyptian mummies, and they are mentioned in the Ebers Papyrus, dating from 1550 B.C.. If you take it for truth, it's suggested that guinea worm was the "firey serpent" that inflicted the Jewish people as they wandered in the wilderness in the Bible.

Guinea worm doesn't actually enter the body as a worm it's life cycle "starts" as a larva that floats in stagnant or still water, waiting to be injested. When a human drinks them in, they quickly mature in the stomach and bowels and then "burrow" through the body - often into lower extremities. The site where the worm lays up becomes fevered, burning and painful. The natural human inclination is to soak a pained foot in the water, and that's what the guinea worm depends on. When it senses being nearby or in the water, it painfully bursts through the skin and releases thousands of larvae to repeat the cycle.

It sounds just loving awful doesn't it? In 1986 there were 3.5 MILLION cases of guinea worm worldwide annually. Thankfully, technology and the ability to help from those with the means turned toward this issue... And Jimmy Carter founded an institute with the goal of eradicating guinea worm from existence.

In 2006 there were approximately 11,000 cases across six countries in Africa.

In the entire year of 2016 there were a total of 25 infections worldwide.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4kQWvUv_Ns

This is an awful, painful, and frankly quite terrifying parasite / disease that used to incapacitate and kill people, and we are on the verge of literally wiping it off the map. Guinea worm is expected to be the second such disease to be completely eradicated, behind smallpox.

More info: https://www.cartercenter.org/health/guinea_worm/index.html

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Winty
Sep 22, 2007

cult member at airport posted:

No, I don't think that's the case at all. There's no global illuminati pedo conspiracy, no poo poo. But I honestly have no clue what happened there and it was undoubtedly strange to have a post I made get edited to completely change its meaning. Anyway in hindsight it's obviously not very relevant to the thread. Feel free to ignore that one.
Huh, I find this really weird and interesting actually. Did you notice the other comments changed as well? There are spaces added around special characters, and Yellow lost the whole end of a sentence and the capitalization on "Demo". My theory is this is a glitch in some algorithm they have to identify and report/block illegal content (maybe trying to preemptively break links to potential CP?)
May not get much traction in this thread but you should totally post it in the computer forum and see if anyone there can shed some light.

I AM GRANDO
Aug 20, 2006

cult member at airport posted:

Not really sure if this fits this thread or where else it would be better to post, but it certainly unnerved me today.

In a Facebook group that I'm a part of someone wrote a post about Ralph Shortey, the Republican senator that was charged with child prostitution earlier this week. The OP was talking about how there's plenty more child abusers in Washington, and I made this sorta :tinfoil:-ey reply (I'm the red guy):

(Note I'm not a Pizzagate believer or anything but I do think that Hollywood and Washington both have their share of creeps that can get away with abuse because of their connections.)

A little while later I got a notification that someone had replied and I noticed that my comment had been changed...


At first I thought I had just accidentally included the word "not" but when I went to edit my post, Facebook was acting a bit strange. Not sure how to properly explain it but basically the whole post collapsed so that no comments were visible at all, and the box to write a comment was not present.

I refreshed the page and then my post was back to the original. I reloaded the page a few more times and it seemed to be switching back and forth between the two versions and generally acting weird as described above. That's when I took the screencaps, which is why the 1st screencap was taken after the second one. Notice how my comment doesn't indicate that it was edited. After a few times it remained in the original version, with no "not", and as of now it is still like that.

I honestly have no clue what happened there. Can group admins edit user posts without leaving any notifications or signs the post was edited? Or was someone at Facebook HQ loving with me?

I agree it's possible that there's some kind of automated feature that flags and maybe alters the text of possible child porn or murder links. I know facebook has had a problem keeping employees to manually review sex and violence stuff that violates their tos, in that it's soul-destroying work to sit in a cube farm and have to look at child porn and murders for $15 an hour.

They also experiment a lot with features and interfaces and don't let anyone know.

TapTheForwardAssist
Apr 9, 2007

Pretty Little Lyres
Found a good long-form on The Atlantic: https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2013/09/advertisement-for-murder/309435/

A middle-aged working-class loner gets tapped for a cushy job keeping an eye on a rural property in Ohio for free rent and $300/mo, a good place just to get stable for a while. When he shows up, the "owner" tells his son to "stop the truck over by where we shot that deer last time" then pulls a gun and tries to kill the applicant. Gun jams, applicant goes running and gets winged by the next shot, runs cross-country to a farmhouse to call 911. Cops are skeptical of his story at first, until he pulls up the Craigslist ad he responded to, and then the police start to realize "that deer last time" is pointing to a larger trend...

Really good piece about an unnerving conspiracy to target blue-collar single men that nobody would miss, just in hopes of getting a few thousand apiece by selling their car and few possessions.

TapTheForwardAssist has a new favorite as of 01:30 on Mar 19, 2017

Wasabi the J
Jan 23, 2008

MOM WAS RIGHT

TapTheForwardAssist posted:

Found a good long-form on The Atlantic: https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2013/09/advertisement-for-murder/309435/

A middle-aged working-class loner gets tapped for a cushy job keeping an eye on a rural property in Ohio for free rent and $300/mo, a good place just to get stable for a while. When he shows up, the "owner" tells his son to "stop the truck over by where we shot that deer last time" then pulls a gun and tries to kill the applicant. Gun jams, applicant goes running and gets winged by the next shot, runs cross-country to a farmhouse to call 911. Cops are skeptical of his story at first, until he pulls up the Craigslist ad he responded to, and then the police start to realize "that deer last time" is pointing to a larger trend...

Really good piece about an unnerving conspiracy to target blue-collar single men that nobody would miss, just in hopes of getting a few thousand apiece by selling their car and few possessions.

God these always hurt to read; these guys aren't all together, but they'd tried, and were rewarded with a shallow grave.

I always find myself trying to remember that there's no just world, but I wish it were.

Randaconda
Jul 3, 2014

by Jeffrey of YOSPOS

TapTheForwardAssist posted:

Found a good long-form on The Atlantic: https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2013/09/advertisement-for-murder/309435/

A middle-aged working-class loner gets tapped for a cushy job keeping an eye on a rural property in Ohio for free rent and $300/mo, a good place just to get stable for a while. When he shows up, the "owner" tells his son to "stop the truck over by where we shot that deer last time" then pulls a gun and tries to kill the applicant. Gun jams, applicant goes running and gets winged by the next shot, runs cross-country to a farmhouse to call 911. Cops are skeptical of his story at first, until he pulls up the Craigslist ad he responded to, and then the police start to realize "that deer last time" is pointing to a larger trend...

Really good piece about an unnerving conspiracy to target blue-collar single men that nobody would miss, just in hopes of getting a few thousand apiece by selling their car and few possessions.

Thanks for the article. Long form articles are great for true crime stuff.

Avshalom
Feb 14, 2012

by Lowtax

Wasabi the J posted:

God these always hurt to read; these guys aren't all together, but they'd tried, and were rewarded with a shallow grave.

I always find myself trying to remember that there's no just world, but I wish it were.
yeah. all the victims in this article in particular sound like absolute sweethearts :(

TapTheForwardAssist
Apr 9, 2007

Pretty Little Lyres

Avshalom posted:

yeah. all the victims in this article in particular sound like absolute sweethearts :(

Can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not, but it was a sad group of guys left behind by the American Dream, without the skills to get competitive work, and many of them clung to family relationships as one of the few things still holding them together. Though it is kinda heartening that the killers went out of their way to find people they assumed nobody would care about, accidentally getting guys who were in tight communications with friends and family and immediately missed.

I forget which WP article it was, but there was one of the serial killer bios where once they got the guy to confess to a dozen or so murders they knew of, he described in detail a particular woman he killed, and how surprised he was that the media and police never mentioned her once. He figured that just nobody cared about her and so nobody noticed she was gone.


EDIT: the article does a great job towards the end at pointing out how pointless their MO had become. The last guy they wanted to kill had given his laptop, flatscreen TV, and other stuff they hoped to sell away to family before he left, and his car was poo poo and not worth stealing, so they ended up killing him for a few changes of clothes and box of cassette tapes and a couple bucks loose cash he had on him.

Avshalom
Feb 14, 2012

by Lowtax
no i was being legit, they sound like genuinely lovely guys who'd just had a rough trot. the one guy carrying around an urn with his old cat's ashes in it made me extremely sad, and the man who'd message his sons to tell them he loved them every single day.

Celery Face
Feb 18, 2012
You can hear a man calling out for someone named Bridget until he finally says "Bridget just burned to death! The whole loving place is on fire." I just found out that Bridget was his niece and she and her friend were in the bathroom when the fire broke out. They stayed in to call 911, obviously not realizing how bad things were, got trapped and died in there.

KoRMaK
Jul 31, 2012



Celery Face posted:

You can hear a man calling out for someone named Bridget until he finally says "Bridget just burned to death! The whole loving place is on fire." I just found out that Bridget was his niece and she and her friend were in the bathroom when the fire broke out. They stayed in to call 911, obviously not realizing how bad things were, got trapped and died in there.

jesus christ i gotta stop reading this thread, you guys keep pointing out hidden details of that video like its the 3rd season of lost fuuuuck I'm glad I didn't notice the extra stuff I should keep it that way.

Cat Potency
Aug 13, 2006

Chairman Meow
re: The Station, from wikipedia:

quote:

Because it was a high-casualty fire caused by illegal indoor usage of outdoor fireworks, the 2003 disaster is similar to the 2004 República Cromañón nightclub fire in Buenos Aires, Argentina; the 2008 Wuwang Club fire in Shenzhen, China; the 2009 Santika Club fire in Watthana, Bangkok, Thailand (cause is disputed); the 2009 Lame Horse fire in Perm, Russia; the 2013 Kiss nightclub fire in Santa Maria, Brazil,[3] and the 2015 Colectiv nightclub fire in Bucharest, Romania.[4]

Jesus loving christ, stop lighting fireworks indoors.

Phyzzle
Jan 26, 2008

Celery Face posted:

Panciera had a clear sight-line to the stage from his perch at the bar, and he didn’t like what he saw. The moment flames began climbing the walls behind Great White, he “knew that people were going to die — the place was just that crowded.” Panciera initially ducked behind the bar’s curve about ten feet from the exit door and waited for his buddy, who had gone to the men’s room. Before long, however, black smoke tumbled toward him across the ceiling. It fast became too thick to see anyone, but he “distinctly recalls hearing the bar cash register open.” Someone scooped the till.

So someone crawled behind bar and opened the cash register by feel in pitch black smoke? That pretty much limits it to current for former employees.
It was that bouncer.

Cat Potency
Aug 13, 2006

Chairman Meow
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmPOIriMiyU

this video effectively shows how the exits became congested choke points in a matter of seconds.there's something terribly depressing about seeing all those simulated people fall to their knees, crawl around, and turn into an 'x' to denote their death.

the unnerving thing is how quickly it all happened. if you watch the video footage, there's maybe 2 minutes from when the band takes the stage to "if you're still inside, you are guaranteed dead now." If you just happened to be in the bathroom at the time that the fire started, no amount of quick thinking or situational awareness "I always look for the closest exits when I go to concerts!" could have saved you. you'd zip up your fly, open the door to the dance floor and just walk into a horrible inferno of wailing immolated people, where momento before everyone was fine.

Rolled Cabbage
Sep 3, 2006

Wasabi the J posted:

God these always hurt to read; these guys aren't all together, but they'd tried, and were rewarded with a shallow grave.

I always find myself trying to remember that there's no just world, but I wish it were.

I reckon that's why he got caught. They were trying. Even though they seemed like loners, they had enough gumption to try and get something going in the first place. Even if Auntie Sue isn't local/can't support them themselves, you bet she cares when everything turns up right and they finally get the job they've wanted.

It's a bit too appealing, you don't have to be billy no mates the bog monster to find a whole load of land and some cows to take care of kind of attractive.

Stare-Out
Mar 11, 2010

Found this pretty crazy story about the rise and fall of a prominent Chinese politician that includes corruption, deceit and murder.

Xibanya
Sep 17, 2012




Clever Betty
Ugh, the article on the guy preying on unemployed dudes. :smith: what's also sad is that if he'd kept to actual homeless dudes he probably would have gotten away with it.

Sarcopenia
May 14, 2014
Reminds me of this https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Widow_Murders

Human Tornada
Mar 4, 2005

I been wantin to see a honkey dance.
I didn't read the Atlantic article so I don't know if it's in there but I read a different long form article about that case a while back and one of the things that stayed with me was how the guy would dig their graves ahead of time and leave a $20 bill under a rock next to them, so he would know if anybody had come across the site.

TapTheForwardAssist
Apr 9, 2007

Pretty Little Lyres

Human Tornada posted:

I didn't read the Atlantic article so I don't know if it's in there but I read a different long form article about that case a while back and one of the things that stayed with me was how the guy would dig their graves ahead of time and leave a $20 bill under a rock next to them, so he would know if anybody had come across the site.

Yup, that's in this article too, clever detail.

These are the kind of cases that are baffling, where there are some cases where I could imagine that if I were way less ethical, more angry/greedy or whatever I could see myself in that position to hurt someone. But I can't imagine how someone decides that killing and dumping poor guys in hopes of getting a grand or two was an excellent step forward in life.

ewe2
Jul 1, 2009

Cat Potency posted:

re: The Station, from wikipedia:

Jesus loving christ, stop lighting fireworks indoors.

That made me think of a famous heavy rock song Smoke On The Water. Someone fired a flare gun indoors, and the whole place burnt down, but fortunately everyone got out. Claude Nobs, the Montreux Jazz Festival director personally saved a few lives in the process.

GWBBQ
Jan 2, 2005


Here's a NIST recreation of the conditions of the Station Nightclub fire
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9pnl5bgd21E

And here's an identical stage setup with a sprinkler system.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gT1EWVR1iP8

Here's the two side by side in Youtube Doubler for comparison
http://www.youtubedoubler.com/?vide...ame=aphrocarlin

If you can cross your eyes and watch the two like a stereogram, do it until the sprinklers go off and ask yourself why it's acceptable for old venues to be grandfathered into ancient fire codes.

Aesop Poprock posted:

In regards to the Station bouncer, it's actually even worse than that if everything she writes about it actually happened:

http://imgur.com/2Cl8RxL

That's like cartoonish levels of villainy
This is the kind of person who would have gladly served as a guard at a Nazi exterminationcamp.

POOL IS CLOSED
Jul 14, 2011

I'm just exploding with mackerel. This is the aji wo kutta of my discontent.
Pillbug
I'd forgotten about that serial killer long form. I read it at work a while back during a break and that was a bad decision. Those poor guys :( Most folks probably know some dudes like the victims and have lost contact with them over time...

Bomrek
Oct 9, 2012
That serial killer article hit really close to home. I know a lot of guys who would jump at that offer right now, no questions asked.

I have a request: a long time ago in this thread we got onto the tragedy of Inchworm, a senior citizen who got lost and died on the Appalachian trail. Here's an article about her:

http://bangordailynews.com/2016/05/25/outdoors/report-missing-hiker-was-alive-for-at-least-26-days-after-her-disappearance/

I'm using her as a case study in a paper I'm writing about search and rescue attempts. In this thread someone posted an excellent and quite long article about her disappearance and the rescue attempts; it may have been before they found her body. Does anyone know what page or range of pages that was on or where on the web that article was?

Thanks unnerving buddies.

Bobby Digital
Sep 4, 2009

Bomrek posted:

That serial killer article hit really close to home. I know a lot of guys who would jump at that offer right now, no questions asked.

I have a request: a long time ago in this thread we got onto the tragedy of Inchworm, a senior citizen who got lost and died on the Appalachian trail. Here's an article about her:

http://bangordailynews.com/2016/05/25/outdoors/report-missing-hiker-was-alive-for-at-least-26-days-after-her-disappearance/

I'm using her as a case study in a paper I'm writing about search and rescue attempts. In this thread someone posted an excellent and quite long article about her disappearance and the rescue attempts; it may have been before they found her body. Does anyone know what page or range of pages that was on or where on the web that article was?

Thanks unnerving buddies.

Was it this article? https://www.bostonglobe.com/magazine/2014/12/30/how-could-woman-just-vanish/CkjirwQF7RGnw4VkAl6TWM/story.html

Cling-Wrap Condom
Jul 23, 2015

I'm tryna get my peen touched, pants.

Avshalom posted:

no i was being legit, they sound like genuinely lovely guys who'd just had a rough trot. the one guy carrying around an urn with his old cat's ashes in it made me extremely sad, and the man who'd message his sons to tell them he loved them every single day.

the two radio buddies made me so sad, the mention of that and the trains reminded me so much of my aspergers older brother :smith:

Rolled Cabbage
Sep 3, 2006
For those that have access to iPlayer there is a fantastic Storyville documentary, Killing for Love, about the Elizabeth Haysom/Jens Soering murder of Elizabeth's parents.

It's painful because it's clear that whether Jens commited the crimes or not, the Virginia justice system was not working as intended. Jens is a very compelling person and its very obvious that whatever happened the outcome was largely due to Jens' teenage stupidity.

Basebf555
Feb 29, 2008

The greatest sensual pleasure there is is to know the desires of another!

Fun Shoe
drat that longform story is really disturbing to me because I'm exactly the type that would have been a target. I have some pretty close relationships with some friends and family but I live alone, and if you watched me for a few days you'd probably say I was a loner that nobody would miss. People definitely WOULD miss me but it wouldn't be immediately apparent from my day to day lifestyle. And my career path isn't exactly clear so I could see myself jumping at an employment opportunity like that if it sounded interesting.

Flaggy
Jul 6, 2007

Grandpa Cthulu needs his napping chair



Grimey Drawer
Most of you might be aware but we now have a longform thread: https://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3813353

Some amazing stuff in there.

Detective Thompson
Nov 9, 2007

Sammy Davis Jr. Jr. is also in repose.
There's an article that I'm pretty sure was posted here. It was about a WWII vet not too long after the war ended that went on a shooting spree in his small town and killed a bunch of people, including a kid getting his hair cut. The man that wrote the article either went down that day or the next day and wrote a really good piece in a very short amount of time. I think the article won an award. Anyone remember it?

Bomrek
Oct 9, 2012

Yes I think it was! Not sure why it didn't come up in my search.

Thank you for finding it!

Alaois
Feb 7, 2012

Detective Thompson posted:

There's an article that I'm pretty sure was posted here. It was about a WWII vet not too long after the war ended that went on a shooting spree in his small town and killed a bunch of people, including a kid getting his hair cut. The man that wrote the article either went down that day or the next day and wrote a really good piece in a very short amount of time. I think the article won an award. Anyone remember it?

It sounds like you're talking about the Howard Unruh shooting, so start there.

SneezeOfTheDecade
Feb 6, 2011

gettin' covid all
over your posts

Detective Thompson posted:

There's an article that I'm pretty sure was posted here. It was about a WWII vet not too long after the war ended that went on a shooting spree in his small town and killed a bunch of people, including a kid getting his hair cut. The man that wrote the article either went down that day or the next day and wrote a really good piece in a very short amount of time. I think the article won an award. Anyone remember it?

This sounds like Howard Unruh, and Meyer Berger's Pulitzer-winning article about him, "Veteran Kills 12 in Mad Rampage on Camden Street".

Looking for this, I found out about the Battle of Athens, which I'd never heard of before.

quote:

The Battle of Athens (sometimes called the McMinn County War) was a rebellion led by citizens in Athens and Etowah, Tennessee, United States, against the local government in August 1946. The citizens, including some World War II veterans, accused the local officials of predatory policing, police brutality, political corruption and voter intimidation. The event is sometimes cited by firearms ownership advocates as an example of the value of the Second Amendment in combating tyranny.

Apraxin
Feb 22, 2006

General-Admiral

Bomrek posted:

Yes I think it was! Not sure why it didn't come up in my search.

Thank you for finding it!
There's a follow-up as well, also from the Globe, after her remains were found: ‘When You Find My Body’: The Last Days of Gerry Largay

Nckdictator
Sep 8, 2006
Just..someone
Yeah, it was on the Howard Unruh shooting, originally found it in the Library of America's True Crime: An American Anthology (really worth a read)


quote:

For a distinguished example of local reporting during the year, The New York Times submits the story by Meyer Berger of the mass shootings in Camden, New Jersey on September 6, 1949. Mr. Berger was assigned to the story by The Times City Desk shortly before 11 A.M. He caught the first available train to Camden; personally covered the story and filed approximately 4,000 words. The last of his copy reached The Times office at 9:20 P.M., about one hour before the first edition closing. In the opinion of the editors of The New York Times, Mr. Berger’s story was a brilliant example of thorough, accurate reporting and skillful writing, under pressure. Mr. Berger subsequently received the 1950 Pulitzer Prize for local reporting.


http://web.archive.org/web/20101023.../simplepage.htm

CAMDEN, N.J., Sept.6--Howard B. Unruh, 28 years old, a mild, soft-spoken veteran of many armored artillery battles in Italy, France, Austria, Belgium and Germany, killed twelve persons with a war souvenir Luger pistol in his home block in East Camden this morning. He wounded four others.

Unruh, a slender, hollow-cheeked six-footer paradoxically devoted to scripture reading and to constant practice with firearms, had no previous history of mental illness but specialists indicated tonight that there was no doubt that he was a psychiatric case, and that he had secretly nursed a persecution complex for two years or more.

The veteran was shot in the left thigh by a local tavern keeper but he kept that fact secret, too, while policemen and Mitchell Cohen, Camden County prosecutor, questioned him at police headquarters for more than two hours immediately after tear gas bombs had forced him out of his bedroom to surrender.

Blood Betrays His Wound

The blood stain he left on the seat he occupied during the questioning betrayed his wound. When it was discovered he was taken to Cooper Hospital in Camden, a prisoner charged with murder.

He was as calm under questioning as he was during the twenty minutes that he was shooting men, women and children. Only occasionally excessive brightness of his dark eyes indicated that he was anything other than normal.

He told the prosecutor that he had been building up resentment against neighbors and neighborhood shopkeepers for a long time. “They have been making derogatory remarks about my character,” he said. His resentment seemed most strongly concentrated against Mr. and Mrs. Maurice Cohen who lived next door to him. They are among the dead.

Mr. Cohen was a druggist with a shop at 3202 River Road in East Camden. He and his wife had had frequent sharp exchanges over the Unruhs’ use of a gate that separates their back yard from the Cohens’. Mrs. Cohen had also complained of young Unruh’s keeping his bedroom radio tuned high into the late night hours. None of the other victims had ever had trouble with him. Unruh, a graduate of Woodrow Wilson High School here, had started a GI course in pharmacy at Temple University in Philadelphia some time after he was honorably discharged from the service in 1945, but had stayed with it only three months. In recent months he had been unemployed, and apparently was not even looking for work.

Mother Separated From Husband

His mother, Mrs. Rita Unruh, 50, is separated from her husband. She works as a packer in the Evanson Soap Company in Camden and hers was virtually the only family income. James Unrah, 25 years old, her younger son, is married and lives in Haddon Heights, N.J. He works for the Curtis Publishing Company.

On Monday night, Howard Unruh left the house alone. He spent the night at the Family Theater on Market Street in Philadelphia to sit through several showings of the double feature motion picture there--“I Cheated the Law” and “The Lady Gambles.” It was pass three o’clock this morning when he got home.

Prosecutor Cohen said that Unruh told him later that before he fell asleep this morning he had made up his mind to shoot the persons who had “talked about me,” that he had even figured out that 9:30 A.M. would be the time to begin because most of the stores in his block would be open at that hour.

His mother, leaving her ironing when he got up, prepared his breakfast in their drab little three-room apartment in the shabby gray two-story stucco house at the corner of River Road and Thirty Second Street. After breakfast, he loaded one clip of bullets into his Lugar, slipped another clip into his pocket, and carried sixteen loose cartridges in addition. He also carried a tear-gas pen with six shells and a sharp six-inch knife.

He took one last look around his bedroom before he left the house. On the peeling walls he had crossed pistols, crossed German bayonets, pictures of armored artillery in action. Scattered about the chamber were machetes, a Roy Rogers pistol, ash trays made of German shells, clips of 30-30 cartridges for rifle use and a host of varied war souvenirs.

Mrs. Unruh had left the house some minutes before, to call on Mrs. Caroline Pinner, a friend in the next block. Msrs. Unruh had sensed, apparently, that her son’s smoldering resentments were coming to a head. She had pleaded with Elias Pinner, her friend’s husband, to cut a little gate in the Unruhs’ backyard so that Howard need not use the Cohen gate again. Mr. Pinner finished the gate early Monday evening after Howard had gone to Philadelphia.

At the Pinners’ house at 9 o’clock this morning, Mrs. Unruh had murmured something about Howard’s eyes: how strange they looked and how worried she was about him.

A few minutes later River Road echoed and re-echoed to pistol fire. Howard Unruh was on the rampage. His mother, who had left the Pinners’ little white house only a few seconds before, turned back. She hurried through the door.

She cried, “Oh, Howard, oh, Howard, they’re to blame for this.” She rushed past Mrs. Pinner, a kindly gray-haired woman of 70. She said, “I’ve got to use the phone; may I use the phone?”

But before she had crossed the living room to reach for it she fell on the faded carpet in a dead faint. The Pinners lifted her onto a couch in the next room. Mrs. Pinner applied aromatic spirits to revive her.

Panic Grips Entire Block

While his mother writhed on the sofa in her house dress, and worn old sweater, coming back to consciousness, Howard Unruh was walking from shop to shop in the “3200 block” with deadly calm, spurting Luger in hand. Children screamed as they tumbled over one another to get out of his way. Men and women dodged into open shops, the women shrill with panic, man hoarse with fear. No one could quite understand for a time. what had been loosed in the block.

Unruh first walked into John Pilarchik’s shoe repair shop near the north end of his own side of the street. The cobbler, a 27-year-old man who lives in Pennsauken Township, looked up open-mouthed as Unruh came to within a yard of him. The cobbler started up from his bench but went down with a bullet in his stomach. A little boy who was in the shop hid behind the counter and crouched there in terror. Unruh walked out into the sunlit street.

“I shot them in the chest first,” he told the prosecutor later, in meticulous detail, “and then I aimed for the head.” His aim was devastating--and with reason. He had won markmanship and sharpshooters’ ratings in the service, and he practiced with his Lugar all the time on a target set up in the cellar of his home.

Unruh told the prosecutor afterward that he had Cohen the druggist, the neighborhood barber, the neighborhood cobbler and the neighborhood tailor on his mental list of persons who had “talked about him.” He went methodically about wiping them out. Oddly enough, he did not start with the druggist, against whom he seemed to have the sharpest feelings, but left him almost for the last.
Newlywed Wife Shot Dead

From the cobbler’s he went into the little tailor shop at 3214 River Road. The tailor was out. Helga Zegrino, 28 years old, the tailor’s wife was there alone. The couple, incidentally, had been married only one month. She screamed when Unruh walked in with his Luger in his hand. Some people across the street heard her. Then the gun blasted again and Mrs. Zegrino pitched over, dead. Unruh walked into the sunlight again.

All this was only a matter of seconds and still only a few persons had begun to understand what was afoot. Down the street at 3210 River Road is Clark Hoover’s little country barber shop. In the center was a white-painted carousel-type horse for children customers. Orris Smith, a blonde boy only 6 years old, was in it, with a bib around his neck, submitting to a shearing. His mother, Mrs. Catherine Smith, 42, sat on a chair against the wall and watched.

She looked up. Clark Hoover turned from his work, to see the six-footer, gaunt and tense, but silent, standing in the driveway with of the Luger. Unruh’s brown tropical worsted suit was barred with morning shadow. The sun lay bright in his crew-cut brown hair. He wore no hat. Mrs. Smith could not understand what was about to happen.

Unruh walked to “Brux”-- that is Mrs. Smith’s nickname for her little boy -- and put the Luger to the child’s chest. The shot echoed and reverberated in the little 12 by 12 shop. The little boy’s head pitched toward the wound, his hair, half-cut, stained with red. Unruh said never a word. He put the Luger close to the shaking barber’s hand. Before the horrified mother, Unruh leaned over and fired another shot into Hoover.

The veteran made no attempt to kill Mrs. Smith. He did not seem to hear her screams. He turned his back and stalked out, unhurried. A few doors north, Dominick Latela, who runs a little restaurant, had come to his shop window to learn what the shooting was about. He saw Unruh cross the street toward Frank Engel’s Tavern. Then he saw Mrs. Smith stagger out with her pitiful burden. Her son’s head rolled over the crook of her right arm.

Mrs. Smith screamed, “My boy is dead. I know he’s dead.” She stared about her, looking in vain for aid. No one but Howard Unruh was in sight, and he was concentrating on the tavern. Latela dashed out, but first he shouted to his wife, Dora, who was in the restaurant with their daughter Eleanor, 6 years old. He hollered, “I”m going out. Lock the door behind me.” He ran for his car, and drove it down toward Mrs. Smith as she stood on the payment with her son.

Latela took the child from her arms and placed him on the car’s front seat. He pushed the mother into the rear seat, slammed the doors and headed for Cooper Hospital. Howard Unruh had not turned. Engle, the tavern keeper, had locked his own door. His customers, the bartender and a porter made a concerted rush for the rear of the saloon. The bullets tore through the tavern door panelling. Engel rushed upstairs and got out his .38 caliber pistol, then rushed to the street window of his apartment.

Unruh was back in the center of the street. He fired a shot at an apartment window at 3208 River Road. Tommy Hamilton, 2 years old, fell back with a bullet in his head. Unruh went north again to Latela’s place. He fired a shot at the door, and kicked in the lower glass panel. Mrs. Latela crouched behind the counter with her daughter. She heard the bullets, but neither she nor her child was touched. Unruh walked back toward Thirty-second Street, reloading the Luger.

Now, the little street--a small block with only five buildings on one side, three one-story stores on the other--was shrill with women’s and children’s panicky outcries. A group of six or seven little boys or girls fled pass Unruh. They screamed, “Crazy man!” and unintellible sentences. Unruh did not seem to hear, or see, them.

Autoist Goes to His Death

Alvin Day, a television repair man, who lives in the near-by Mantua, had heard the shooting, but driving into the street he was not aware of what had happened. Unruh walked up to the car window as Day rolled by, and fired once through the window, with deadly aim. The repair man fell against the steering wheel. The front wheels hit the opposite curb and stalled. Day was dead.

Frank Engel had thrown open his second-four apartment window. He saw Unruh pause for a moment in a narrow alley between the cobbler’s shop and a little two-story house. He aimed and fired. Unruh stopped for just a second. The bullet had hit, but he did not seem to mind, after the initial brief shock. He headed toward the corner drugstore, and Engle did not fire again.

“I wish I had,” he said, later. “I could have killed him then. I could have put a half-dozen shots into him. I don’t know why I didn’t do it.”

Cohen, the druggist, a heavy man of 40, had run into the street shouting, “What’s going on here? What’s going on here?” but at sight of Unruh hurried back into his shop. James J. Huttton, 45, an insurance agent from Westmont, N.J., started out of the drug shop to see what the shooting was about. Like so many others he had figured at first that it was some car backfiring. He came face to face with Unruh.

Unruh said quietly, “Excuse me, sir,” and started to push past him. Later, Unruh told the police: “That man didn’t act fast enough. He didn’t get out of my way.” He fired into Hutton’s head and body. The insurance man pitched onto the sidewalk and lay still.

Cohen had run to his upstairs apartment and had tried to warn Minnie Cohen, 63, his mother, and Rose, his wife, 38, to hide. His son, Charles, 14, was in the apartment, too.

Mrs .Cohen shoved the boy into a clothes closet, and leaped into another closet herself. She pulled the door to. The druggist, meanwhile had leaped from the window onto a porch roof. Unruh, a gaunt figure at the window behind him, fired into the druggist’s back. The druggist, still running, bounded off the roof and lay dead in Thirty-second Street.

Unruh fired into the closet, where Mrs. Cohen was hidden. She fell dead behind the closed door, and he did not bother to open it. Mrs. Minnie Cohen tried to get to the telephone in an adjoining bedroom to call the police. Unruh fired shots into her head and body and she sprawled dead on the bed. Unruh walked down the stairs with his Luger reloaded and came out into the street again.

A coupe had stopped at River Road, obeying a red light. The passengers obviously had no idea of what was loose in East Camden and no one had a chance to tell them. Unruh walked up to the car, and though it was filled with total strangers, fired deliberately at them, one by one, through the windshield. He killed the two women passengers, Mrs. Helen Matlack Wilson, 43, of Pennsauken, who was driving, and her mother, Mrs. Emma Matlack, 66. Mrs. Wilson’s son John, 12, was badly wounded. A bullet pierced his neck, just below in the jawbone.

Earl Horner, clerk in the American Stores Company, a grocery opposite the drugstore, had locked his front door after several passing men, women and children had tumbled breathlessly into the shop panting “crazy man***killing people.***” Unruh came up to the door and fired two shots through the wood panelling. Horner, his customers, the refugees from the veteran’s merciless gunfire, crouched, trembling, behind the counter. None there was hurt.

“He tried the door before he shot in here,” Horner related afterward. “He just stood there, stony-faced and grim, and rattled the knob, before he started to fire. Then he turned away.”

Charlie Petersen, 18, son of a Camden fireman, came driving down the street with two friends when Unruh turned from the grocery. The three boys got out to stare at Hutton’s body lying unattended on the sidewalk. They did not know who had shot the insurance man, or why and, like the women in the car, had no warning that Howard Unruh was on the loose. The veteran brought his Luger to sight and fired several times. Young Petersen fell with bullets in his legs. His friends tore pell-mell down the street to safety.

Mrs. Helen Harris of 1250 North Twenty-eighth Street with her daughter, Helen, a 6-year-old blonde child, and a Mrs. Horowitz with her daughter, Linda, five, turned into Thirty-second Street. They had heard the shooting from a distance but thought is was auto backfire.

Unruh passed them in Thirty-second Street and walked up the sagging four steps of a little yellow dwelling back of his own house. Mrs. Madeline Harrie, a woman in her late thirties, and two sons, Armand, 16, and Leroy, 15, were in the house. A third son, Wilson, 14, was barricaded in the grocery with other customers.

Unruh threw open the front door and, gun in hand, walked into the dark little parlor. He fired two shots at Mrs. Harrie. They went wild and entered the wall. A third shot caught her in the left arm. She screamed. Armand leaped at Unruh, to tackle him. The veteran used the Luger butt to drop the boy, then fired two shots into his arms. Upstairs Leroy heard the shooting and the screams. He hid under a bed.

By this time, answering a flood of hysterical telephone calls from various parts of East Camden, police radio cars swarmed into River Road with sirens wide open. Emergency crews brought machine guns, shotguns and tear gas bombs.

Sergeant Earl Wright, one of the first to leap to the sidewalk, saw Charles Cohen, the druggist’s son. The boy was half out the second-floor apartment window, just above where his father lay dead. He was screaming “He’s going to kill me. He’s killing every body.” The boy was hysterical.

Wright bounded up the stairs to the druggist’s apartment. He saw the dead woman on the bed, and tried to soothe the druggist son. He brought him downstairs and turned him over to other policemen, then joined the men who had surrounded the two-story stucco house where Unruh lived. Unruh, meanwhile, had fired about 30 shots. He was out of ammunition: Leaving the Harrie house, he had also heard the police sirens. He had run through the back gate to his own rear bedroom.

Guns Trained on Window

Edward Joslin, a motorcycle policeman, scrambled to the porch roof under Unruh’s window. He tossed a tear-gas grenade through a pane of glass. Other policemen, hoarsely calling on Unruh to surrender, took positions with their machine guns and shotguns. They trained them on Unruh’s window.

Meanwhile a curious interlude had taken place. Philip W. Buxton, an assistant city editor on the Camden Evening Courier had looked Unruh’s name up in the telephone book. He called the number, Camden 4-2490W. It was just after 10 A.M. and Unruh had just returned to his room. To Mr. Buxton’s astonishment Unruh answered. He said hello in a calm, clear voice.

“This Howard?” Mr. Buxton asked.
“Yes, this is Howard. What’s the last name of the party you want?”
“Unruh.”
The veteran asked what Mr. Buxton wanted.
“I’m a friend,” the newspaper man said. “I want to know what they’re doing to you down there.”
Unruh thought a moment. He said, “They haven’t done anything to me---yet. I’m doing plenty to them.” His voice was still steady without a trace of hysteria.
Mr. Buxton asked how many persons Unruh had killed.
The veteran answered: “I don’t know. I haven’t counted. Looks like a pretty good score.” “Why are you killing people?”
“I don’t know,” came the frank answer. “I can’t answer that yet. I’ll have to talk to you later. I’m too busy now.”
The telephone banged down.

Unruh was busy. The tear gas was taking effect and police bullets were thudding at the walls around him. During a lull in the firing the police saw the white curtains move and the gaunt killer came into plain view.

“Okay,” he shouted. “I give up, I’m coming down.”
“Where’s that gun?” a sergeant yelled.
“It’s on my desk, up here in the room,” Unruh called down quietly. “I’m coming down.”

Thirty guns were trained on the shabby little back door. A few seconds later the door opened and Unruh stepped into the light, his hands up. Sergeant Wright came across the morning-glory and aster beds in the yard and snapped handcuffs on Unruh’s wrists.

“What’s the matter with you,” a policeman demanded hotly. “You a psycho?”
Unruh stared into the policeman’s eyes---a level, steady stare. He said, “I’m no psycho. I have a good mind.”

Word of the capture brought the whole East Camden populace pouring into the streets. Men and women screamed at Unruh, and cursed him in shrill accents and in hoarse anger. Someone cried “lynch him” but there was no movement. Sergeant Wright’s men walked Unruh to a police car and started for headquarters.

Shouting and pushing men and women started after the car, but dropped back after a few paces. They stood in excited little groups discussing the shootings, and the character of Howard Unruh. Little by little the original anger, born of fear, that had moved the crowd, began to die.

Men conceded that he probably was not in his right mind. Those who knew Unruh kept repeating how close-mouthed he was, and how soft spoken. How he took his mother to church, and how he marked scripture passages, especially the prophecies.

“He was a quiet one, that guy,” a man told a crowd in front of the tavern. “He was all the time figuring to do this thing. You gotta watch them quiet ones.”

But all day River Road and the side streets talked of nothing else. The shock was great. Men and women kept saying: “We can’t understand it. Just don’t get it.”

Edit: Beaten, oh well.

POOL IS CLOSED
Jul 14, 2011

I'm just exploding with mackerel. This is the aji wo kutta of my discontent.
Pillbug

Besesoth posted:

This sounds like Howard Unruh, and Meyer Berger's Pulitzer-winning article about him, "Veteran Kills 12 in Mad Rampage on Camden Street".

Looking for this, I found out about the Battle of Athens, which I'd never heard of before.

There were actually loads of these little wars and uprisings in the appalachias and elsewhere. Many involved miners and working conditions too. It's a shame they're not really talked about in grade school history textbooks.

joshtothemaxx
Nov 17, 2008

I will have a whole army of zombies! A zombie Marine Corps, a zombie Navy Corps, zombie Space Cadets...

POOL IS CLOSED posted:

There were actually loads of these little wars and uprisings in the appalachias and elsewhere. Many involved miners and working conditions too. It's a shame they're not really talked about in grade school history textbooks.

drat straight. And many fights to overthrow corrupt local governments. I always recommend Huey Perry's book Theyll Cut Off Your Project.

All kinds of horrible poo poo in Appalachia fell outside of documentation. Only the big stuff like Matewan, Blair Mountain, and Hawk's Neat gets remembered, and even then barely so (except by cornbread communists, who are the best ever).

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Detective Thompson
Nov 9, 2007

Sammy Davis Jr. Jr. is also in repose.
Thanks everyone!

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