The Boston Strangler
by Rachael Bell
Controversy
Between June
14, 1962 and January 4, 1964, thirteen single women in the Boston area
were victims of either a single serial killer or possibly several
killers. At least eleven of these murders were popularly known as the
victims of the Boston Strangler. While the police did not see all of
these murders as the work of a single individual, the public did. All of
these women were murdered in their apartments, had been sexually
molested, and were strangled with articles of clothing. With no signs of
forced entry, the women apparently knew their assailant(s) or, at least,
voluntarily let him (them) in their homes. These were respectable women
who for the most part led quiet, modest lives.
Even though
nobody has ever officially been on trial for the Boston stranglings,
most people believe that Albert DeSalvo, who confessed in detail to each
of the eleven "official" Strangler murders, as well as two others, was
the murderer. However, at the time that DeSalvo confessed, most people
did not believe him capable of the vicious crimes and today there is a
persuasive case to be made that DeSalvo wasn't the killer after all.
This story
presents both sides of the argument and lets you make the decision for
yourself. It is not an easy decision to make as many psychiatrists,
lawyers, criminologists, authors and friends of Albert DeSalvo have
found out.
The Older
Ladies
Of the eleven
official Boston stranglings, six of the victims were between the ages of
55 and 75. Two possible additional victims were 85 and 69 years of age.
The remaining five victims were considerably younger, ranging in age
from 19 to 23.
Not that 55
years of age is really old. Not these days and not really in 1962. And
certainly not for Anna E. Slesers, a petite divorcee who looked years
younger than her age. More than a decade earlier, she had fled Latvia
with her son and daughter and settled in her small apartment in a quiet
old-fashioned neighborhood in the Back Bay area.
77
Gainsborough Street is one of many brick town houses that had been
subdivided into small apartments to meet the needs of people with
limited incomes, both students and retired people. Anna Slesers, a
seamstress making $60 a week, lived on the third floor.
On the evening
of June 14, 1962, she had finished dinner and just had enough time to
take a quick bath before her son Juris was to pick her up for the
Latvian memorial services that were being held in her church that night.
In her robe, she went into the bathroom and turned on the water,
listening to the inspiring strains of the opera Tristan und Isolde.
Just before
seven o'clock, Juris knocked at his mother's door. No answer and the
door was locked. He was annoyed. He hadn't wanted to take his mother to
the services in the first place. Juris pounded on the door and -then he
began to get worried. Was she sick, perhaps lying helpless on the floor
inside? Maybe even worse, she had sounded so depressed on the phone when
he spoke to her the night before. He threw his weight against the door
twice and it flew open.
His worst
fears were confirmed when he saw her lying in the bathroom with the cord
from her robe around her neck. He telephoned the police and his sister
in Maryland to tell her about the tragic "suicide." Gerold Frank in The
Boston Strangler describes how Homicide Detectives James Mellon and John
Driscoll found her:
Mellon was
always to remember his first sight of Anna Slesers' body, its sheer,
startling nudity, and the shockingly exposed position in which it had
been left. She lay outstretched, a fragile-appearing woman with brown
bobbed hair and thin mouth, lying on her back on a gray runner. She wore
a blue taffeta housecoat with a red lining, but it had been spread
completely apart in front, so that from shoulders down she was nude. She
lay grotesquely, her head a few feet from the open bathroom door, her
left leg stretched straight toward him, the other flung wide, almost at
right angles, and bent at the knee so that she was grossly exposed. The
blue cloth cord of her housecoat had been knotted tightly about her
neck, its ends turned up so that it might have been a bow, tied
little-girl fashion under her chin.
The apartment
was made to look as though it had been ransacked. Anna's purse was lying
open with its contents partially strewn on the floor. A wastebasket in
the kitchen had been rummaged through with some of the trash on the
floor around it. Drawers had been left open in the bedroom dresser,
their contents moved about. A case of color slides had been carefully
placed - not dropped - on the bedroom floor. The record player was on,
but the amplifier had been turned off. But despite this attempt to make
the scene look like a robbery, a gold watch and other pieces of jewelry
were left untouched.
Anna had been
strangled with the cord of her robe which had been tied around her neck
tightly into a bow. Her vagina showed evidence of sexual assault with
some unknown object.
A detailed
investigation into her life revealed a woman completely involved in her
church, her children, her work and her love of classical music. She kept
to herself and had very few friends. There were no men in her life aside
from her son.
Police assumed
that the crime had started out as a burglary. When the burglar saw the
woman in her robe he was overcome by an uncontrollable urge to molest
her, killing her afterwards to avoid being recognized.
A couple of
weeks later on June 30, sixty-eight-year-old Nina Nichols was murdered
in her apartment at 1940 Commonwealth Avenue in the Brighton area of
Boston. The apartment looked like it had been burglarized: every drawer
had been pulled open, possessions lay scattered around wildly on the
floor as though a tornado had ripped through it. But, oddly enough, one
open drawer revealed a set of sterling silver that had been untouched,
as were the few dollars in her purse, her expensive camera and the watch
on her wrist. The killer had gone through her address book and her mail
for some unknown reason. Later it was determined that nothing had been
taken. The chaos of disorder, the ransacking was for nothing.
She was found
with her legs spread, her housecoat and slip pulled up to her waist.
Tied tightly around her neck were two of her own nylon stockings with
the ends tied ludicrously in a bow. She too had been sexually assaulted.
Blood had been found in the vagina. The time of death was estimated to
be around 5 o'clock in the afternoon.
The retired
physiotherapist led a very quiet and modest life. She had been widowed
for two decades and had no male friends except for her brother-in-law.
That very same
day, some fifteen miles north of Boston in the suburb of Lynn, Helen
Blake met a similar death sometime between 8 and 10 A.M. The sixty-five-year-old
divorcee had been strangled with one of her nylons. Her brassiere had
been looped around her neck over the stockings and tied in a bow. Both
her vagina and anus had been lacerated, but there was no trace of
spermatozoa. She was found lying face down nude on her bed with her legs
spread apart.
Her apartment
had also been thoroughly ransacked. It appeared as though the two
diamond rings that Helen wore had been pulled from her fingers and taken.
The killer had tried unsuccessfully to open a metal strongbox and a
footlocker.
Police
Commissioner Edmund McNamara was very alarmed. A warning went out to
women in the Boston area to lock all of their doors and be wary of
strangers. He cancelled all police vacations and transferred all
detectives to work for Homicide. A thorough investigation began of all
known sex
offenders and
violent former mental patients. They were looking for a madman, one that
probably attacked older women because of some hatred of his mother. A
former FBI man, McNamara called on the Bureau to ask them to hold a
seminar for his fifty best detectives on sex crimes.
On August 19,
seventy-five-year-old Ida Irga, a very shy and retiring widow fell
victim to the Strangler. She was found two days later in her apartment
at 7 Grove Avenue in the Boston's West End. As in the other deaths,
there was no sign of forcedentry. Whoever killed her, she had probably
let in voluntarily.
Police
Sergeant James McDonald described how he found her: "Upon entering the
apartment the officers observed the body of Ida Irga lying on her back
on the living room floor wearing a light brown nightdress which was torn,
completely exposing her body. There was a white pillowcase knotted
tightly around her neck. Her legs were spread approximately four to five
feet from heel to heel and her feet were propped up on individual chairs
and a standard bed pillow, less the cover, was placed under her buttocks."
It was an alarming parody of an obstetrical position, which faced the
front door of the apartment and was the first thing anyone saw when
coming through the entrance. Most of these details were withheld from
the press.
She had died
from manual strangulation. Dried blood covered her head, mouth and ears.
She, too, had been sexually tampered with although no spermatozoa were
present.
Within twenty-four
hours of Ida Irga's murder, a sixty-seven-year-old nurse named Jane
Sullivan was killed in her apartment at 435 Columbia Road in Dorchester,
across town from where Ida lived. She had been dead for some ten days
before she was found.
Police found
her on her knees in her bathtub with her feet up over the back of the
tub and head underneath the faucet. She, too, had been strangled by her
own nylons, probably in the kitchen, bedroom or hall where blood was
found on the floors. She may have been sexually assaulted, but the
corpse was so badly decomposed that it could not be determined. However,
there were bloodstains on the handle of a broom. There was no sign of
forcible entry, nor was the apartment ransacked, even though Jane's
purse was found open.
Panic gripped
all of Boston.
The Young Ladies
Boston got a
3-month breather, which gave the police a chance to check out absolutely
everyone they wanted to check out. Nothing much came of this flurry of
diligent activity except a long list of people who probably were not the
Strangler.
Vacation ended
December 5, 1962, when Sophie Clark, a popular and attractive twenty-one-year-old
African-American student at the Carnegie Institute of Medical Technology
was found by her two roommates. The apartment Sophie shared was at 315
Huntington Avenue in the Back Bay area, a couple of blocks away from
Anna Slesers' apartment.
Sophie lay
nude with her legs spread wide apart in the living room strangled by
three of her own nylon stockings which had been knotted and tied very
tightly around her neck. Her half-slip had also been tied around her
neck. There was evidence of sexual assault and semen was found on the
rug near her body.
There was no
sign of forcible entry, but Sophie was very security conscious and had
insisted on having a second lock on the apartment door. She was so
cautious that she even questioned friends that came to the door before
she let them in, yet her killer had somehow convinced her to let him in.
Sophie had struggled with her murderer. The killer had rummaged through
the drawers in the apartment and had examined her collection of
classical records.
Sophie had
been writing a letter to her boyfriend when she was interrupted,
probably by the Strangler. She did not date anyone in the Boston area
and was very reserved with the opposite sex.
There were
some differences now that had not surfaced in the earlier Strangler
murders. Sophie was black and she was young and she did not live alone.
Also, for the first time, there was evidence of semen at the scene of
the crime.
When police
questioned the neighbors, Mrs. Marcella Lulka who lived in the same
building mentioned that around 2:30 that afternoon a man had knocked on
her door and said that the super had sent him to see her about painting
her apartment. He then told her that he'd have to fix her bathroom
ceiling and complimented her on her figure. "Have you ever thought of
modeling?" he asked her.
She put her
finger to her lips and the man became angry. His character seemed to
change completely.
"My husband is
sleeping in the next room," she told him. He then said he had the wrong
apartment and left hurriedly. She described him as between 25 and 30
years old, of average height and with honey-colored hair, wearing a dark
jacket and dark green trousers.
Was this the
Strangler? Very likely, since the building superintendent had not
dispatched any one to check on his tenants. Also, 2:30 in the afternoon
was approximately the time that Sophie Clark had been murdered.
Three weeks
later twenty-three-year-old Patricia Bissette, a secretary for a Boston
engineering firm, was discovered on Monday, December 31, 1962, when her
boss became worried about her. He went to her apartment that morning to
pick her up for work, but she had not answered the door. When she never
arrived at work, he went back to her apartment building at 515 Park
Drive in the Back Bay area in which Anna Slesers and Sophie Clark had
lived. Her apartment was locked, so her boss with the help of the
custodian climbed through a window into the apartment.
They found her
in face up in bed with the covers drawn up to her chin, looking like she
was taking a nap. Underneath the covers, she lie there with several
stockings knotted and interwoven with a blouse tied tightly around her
neck. There was evidence of recent sexual intercourse and she was in an
early stage of pregnancy. There had been some damage to her rectum.
The killer had
searched her apartment.
Things were
quiet for a couple of months. The police took the opportunity to
backtrack and look for any clue that would link these people together.
Any person that they may have all known or met; any place they may have
all visited or shopped. Creeps, nuts and perverts were checked again,
but with no significant results.
In early March
of 1963, twenty-five miles north of Boston in Lawrence, sixty-eight-year-old
Mary Brown was found beaten to death in her apartment. She had also been
strangled and raped.
The murder
scene moved back to Boston two months later. On Wednesday, May 8, 1963,
Beverly Samans, a pretty twenty-three-year-old graduate student missed
choir practice at the Second Unitarian Church in Back Bay. Her friend
went to her apartment and opened it with the key she had given to him.
The moment he
opened the door, she lay directly in front of him on a sofa bed, her
legs spread apart. Her hands had been tied behind her with one of her
scarves. A nylon stocking and two handkerchiefs tied together were tied
and knotted around her neck. Over her mouth a cloth had been placed.
Under it, a second cloth had been stuffed into her mouth.
While it
appeared that Beverly had been strangled, she had, in fact, been killed
by the four stabwounds to her throat. She had sustained twenty-two stab
wounds in all -- eighteen of which were in a bull's eye design on her
left breast. The ligature around her neck was "decorative" and not tied
tightly enough to strangle her. The bloody knife was found in her
kitchen sink. She had not been raped by man or object, nor was there any
spermatozoa present in her body. It was estimated that she had been dead
approximately 48-72 hours and had probably been killed between late
Sunday evening or Monday morning.
She was
studying to be an opera singer and had planned to try out for the Met in
New York that year. Police speculated that because of her singing she
had developed very strong throat muscles that may have made
strangulation more difficult and resulted in her stabbing.
The police
were getting desperate. Someone had put them in touch with an ad
copywriter named Paul Gordon who supposedly had special ESP qualities,
who claimed that he knew who the Strangler was and what he looked like.
The police were more than normally receptive to this untraditional
approach. Paul began his description of the man who killed Anna Slesers:
I picture him
as fairly tall, bony hands, pale white skin, red, bony knuckles, his
eyes hollow-set. I was particularly struck by his eyes. His hair
disturbed me a little because he has a habit of pushing back a little
curl of hair that falls on his forehead. He's got a tooth missing in the
upper right front of his mouth. He's in a hospital...or some kind of
home. He's not confined, I know that, because I see him walking across a
wide expanse of lawn. He can walk about, and he does a lot of sitting on
a bench on the grounds.
He has many
problems. He used to beat up his mother cruelly -she was an idiotic,
domineering woman-and his two sisters live unhappy lives. The family
comes from Maine or Vermont. He's terribly lonely - when he's in the
city I see him sleeping in cellars, but he likes to wander about the
street watching women, wanting to get as close as possible to them. You
see, the poor fellow is in a continual search for his mother, but he
can't find her because she's dead.
One of the
detectives brought out a number of photos of men who had been caught
mugging or breaking and entering into buildings in the Back Bay area.
Gordon identified one of them, an Arnold Wallace, as the Strangler, who
matched the description that Gordon had given earlier.
Wallace was a
26-year-old mental patient at Boston State Hospital who had "ground
privileges". A few days earlier he had wandered away and was sleeping in
the basement of apartment houses. He was violent and had beaten his
mother on occasion.
Then Gordon
switched to the murder of Sophie Clark, correctly describing her
apartment in minute detail as though he had been there. The killer,
Gordon said, was a large, husky black man who Sophie knew. The
detectives were flabbergasted by the detail in which he described the
apartment. Not only that, Lewis Barnett, who fit Gordon's description,
was a suspect in Sophie's murder. He had dated her once and it was
possible that she would have let him in her apartment.
Gordon said
that the Strangler would identify himself soon and confess. "And when
this fellow confesses, it's going to be like a big carpet rolled out in
front of you and all the answers will be so simple you'll kick yourself
for months at a time that you couldn't see it."
When the
police went to check on Arnold Wallace they found out that he had
escaped the hospital five or six times, which happened to coincide with
the strangling deaths. Gordon also went to the hospital so that he could
see Arnold Wallace in the flesh. "He's the man," Gordon told them
positively.
The police decided to look
into Gordon's activities before they went any further with Arnold
Wallace. Gordon had been to the hospital before he had talked to the
police, so he could have seen Arnold on the grounds. Maybe the whole
thing was a hoax. Maybe Gordon was the Strangler.
Arnold, whose
IQ was between 60-70, was given a lie detector test. His low
intelligence and his inability to distinguish between fantasy and
reality made communication difficult. The test was inconclusive. He was
taken back to the hospital, while police tried to check out all of the
circumstantial evidence.
There was
another quiet period during the summer of 1963. June, July and August
passed without another strangling. Then on September 8, 1963, in Salem,
Evelyn Corbin, a pretty fifty-eight-year-old divorcee, who passed
herself off as more than a decade younger, was found murdered.
She had been
strangled with two of her nylon stockings. She lay across the bed face
up and nude. Her underpants had been stuffed into her mouth as a gag.
Around the bed were lipstick-marked tissues that had traces of semen as
well. Spermatozoa were found in her mouth, but not in her vagina.
Her locked
apartment had been searched, but apparently nothing was stolen. A tray
of jewelry had been put on the floor and her purse had been emptied onto
the sofa. One strange clue could not be explained. Outside her window on
the fire escape was a fresh doughnut, which was not deposited or thrown
there by anyone in the building.
On November
25, the Boston area was still grieving for the loss of their beloved
President John F. Kennedy who had been assassinated three days earlier.
While most American stayed numbly glued to their television sets, Joann
Graff was raped and murdered in her ransacked Lawrence apartment.
The very
conservative and religious twenty-three-year-old industrial designer had
died shortly before the President. Two nylon stockings had been tied in
an elaborate bow around her neck. There were teeth marks on her breast.
The outside of her vagina was bloody and lacerated.
At 3:25 P.M.,
the student that lived above her heard footsteps in the hall. His wife
had been concerned that someone had been sneaking around in the hallways,
so he went to the door and listened. When he heard a knock on the door
of the apartment opposite his, the student opened his door to find a man
of about twenty-seven with pomaded hair, dressed in dark green slacks
and a dark shirt and jacket.
"Does Joan
Graff live here?" He asked, mispronouncing Joann's name.
The student
told him that Joann lived on the floor below the apartment at which he
was knocking. Moments later, he heard the door open and shut on the
floor beneath him and assumed that Joann had let the man in her
apartment. Ten minutes later, a friend telephoned Joann, but there was
no answer.
The morning
before Joann's death, in the apartment down the hall from Joann's, a
woman heard someone outside her door. Then she saw a piece of paper
being slipped under her door. She watched, mesmerized, as it was being
moved from side to side soundlessly. Then, suddenly, the paper vanished
and she heard footsteps.
A little over
a month later on January 4, 1964, two young women came home after work
to their apartment at 44A Charles Street. They were stunned to find
their new roommate, nineteen-year-old Mary Sullivan murdered in the most
grotesque and shocking fashion.
Like the other
victims, she had been strangled: first with a dark stocking; over the
stocking a pink silk scarf tied with a huge bow under her chin; and over
that, another pink and white flowered scarf. A bright "Happy New Year's"
card had been placed against her feet.
It got worse:
she was in a sitting position on the bed, with her back against the
headboard. Thick liquid that looked like semen was dripping from her
mouth onto her exposed breasts. A broomstick handle had been rammed
three and a half inches into her vagina.
Strangler Bureau
Enough was
enough. Certainly people faulted the police for many things, but the
reality was that serial killers are very difficult to find, especially
smart ones that don't leave clues. In spite of the panic that women
experienced all over Boston and its suburbs, the fact was that women
were continuing to let the killer(s) into their apartments. The police
could only guess whether these women admitted him to their homes because
they knew him or because he was able to trick them into letting a
stranger inside.
A couple of
weeks after the murder of Mary Sullivan, Massachusetts Attorney General
Edward Brooke took over. On January 17, 1964, the highest-ranking law
enforcement officer in the state made the case his own, showing the city
that it was his top-most priority.
Brooke was no
ordinary law enforcement type nor was he an ordinary politician. He was
a very handsome, intelligent and polished professional. He was also the
only African-American attorney general in the country. Even more
remarkable was the fact that he was a Republican in a solidly Democratic
state.
There were
some real political risks to doing this, particularly if the Strangler
were never captured, but Brooke's plan made a great deal of practical
sense.
He meant no
disrespect for the Boston police, but this was an unusual case that
spanned five police jurisdictions. The group Brooke was putting together
would coordinate the activities of the various police departments. There
would be permanent staff assigned to the Strangler that would not be
pulled off to work on other crimes. There would be no withholding of
information between the area's police departments because of petty
jealousies or feuds.
Furthermore,
Brooke's task force would mollify the newspapers. Two women reporters,
Jean Cole and Loretta McLaughlin, for the Record-American had made a
crusade out of exposing the Boston Police Department's mistakes,
charging them with extreme inefficiency.
To head up
this task force - formally called the Special Division of Crime Research
and Detection, he selected a close friend, the Assistant Attorney
General John S. Bottomly.
Bottomly was a
controversial choice because of his lack of experience in criminal law.
However, as Bottomly's supporters pointed out, he was exceptionally
honest and bubbled over with enthusiasm. It was a "nontraditional case"
and Bottomly was a man of nontraditional methods.
Not every one
shared the enthusiasm about Bottomly's qualifications. Edmund McNamara,
the Boston Police Commissioner reportedly said, "Holy Jesus, what a
nutcake." Novelist George V. Higgins, who worked for Associated Press at
that time, said that he "never heard a reference to Bottomly without the
word asshole attached "as either a suffix or a prefix. I started to
think maybe it was part of the guy's name."
Bottomly's top
team consisted of Boston Police Department's Detective Phillip DiNatale
and Special Officer James Mellon; Metropolitan Police Office Stephen
Delaney; and State Police Detective Lieutenant Andrew Tuney. Dr. Donald
Kenefick headed up a medical-psychiatric advisory committee with several
well known experts in forensic medicine.
Two months
later, Governor Peabody offered a $10,000 reward to any person
furnishing information leading to the arrest and conviction of the
person who had committed the murders of the eleven "official" victims of
the Strangler.
The Strangler
Bureau, as the task force became known, had several major pieces of
business before it could hit the ground running. It had to collect,
organize and assimilate over thirty-seven thousand pages of material
from the various police departments that had been involved in the case.
For the
medical committee, they had the task of developing the profile of the
kind of person who would commit the murders. The forensic medical
experts saw important difference between the murders of the older women
and the younger women. For that reason, they thought it was unlikely
that one person was responsible for all of the killings. In other words,
there were copycats.
What kind of
person would be capable of such murders? Dr. Kenefick reported what his
team believed the police should be looking for:
He was at
least 30 years old, a probably a good deal older. He is neat, orderly,
and punctual. He either works with his hands, or has a hobby involving
handiwork. He most probably is single, separated or divorced. He would
not impress the average observer as crazy... He has no close friends of
either sex."
At Bottomly's
suggestion, Brooke finally consented to a risky move: the involvement of
Peter Hurkos, the well-known Dutch psychic. Two private groups paid for
Hurkos' services and expenses. He was a difficult person to work with
and ultimately got into difficulty for allegedly impersonating an FBI
agent.
Hurkos did
identify a suspect -- one who the Strangler Bureau had investigated. The
suspect was a shoe salesman with a history of mental illness. However,
there was no evidence whatsoever to link the shoe salesman with the
murders. Eventually, the man committed himself to an institution.
The Strangler
Bureau's credibility suffered on account of Hurkos.
Measuring Man
A couple of
years before the strangling murders began, a series of strange sex
offenses began in the Cambridge area. A man in his late twenties would
knock at the door of an apartment and if a young woman answered, he
would introduce himself: "My name is Johnson and I work for a modeling
agency. Your name was given to us by someone who thought you would make
a good model." He would hasten to assure her that the modeling would not
be in the nude or anything like that, just evening gowns and swimsuits.
The pay was $40 an hour. He had been sent to get her measurements and
other information if she was interested. Apparently a number of women
were interested and flattered and allowed him to take out his tape
measure and measure them.
He seemed like
a nice enough person with a charming, boyish smile. When he was finished,
he told them that Mrs. Lewis from the agency would be contacting them if
the measurements were suitable. Of course, there was never any call from
Mrs. Lewis because neither she nor the modeling agency existed.
Eventually, some of the women contacted the police.
On March 17,
1961, Cambridge police caught a man trying to break into a house. Not
only did he confess to breaking and entering, but he confessed to being
the "Measuring Man."
His name was
Albert DeSalvo, a 29-year-old man with numerous arrests for breaking
into apartments and stealing whatever money he found. He lived in Malden
with his German wife and two small children. He worked during the day as
a press operator in a rubber factory.
When asked why
he perpetrated this pathetic charade, he responded: "I'm not good-looking,
I'm not educated, but I was able to put something over on high-class
people. They were all college kids and I never had anything in my life
and I outsmarted them."
The judge,
ultimately sympathetic to DeSalvo's role as a bread-earner, reduced the
sentence he received to 18 months. With good behavior, DeSalvo was
released in April of 1962, 2 months before the first victim of the
Strangler, Anna Slesers, was found.Albert DeSalvo was born in Chelsea,
Massachusetts, on September 3, 1931. His parents, Frank and Charlotte
had five other children. His father was a violently abusive man who
regularly beat his wife and children. As a boy, he was delinquent,
arrested more than once on assault and battery charges. Throughout his
adolescence, he went through periods of very good behavior and then
lapses into petty criminality.
His mother
Charlotte remarried and did her best to keep her son out of trouble.
Their relationship, aside from the disappointments she suffered when he
got into trouble, was a reasonably good one.
He was in the
Army from 1948 through 1956 and was stationed for awhile in Germany.
There he met his wife, Irmgard Beck, an attractive woman from a
respectable family. At one time, he was promoted to Specialist E-5, but
later was demoted to private for failing to obey an order. He received
an honorable discharge.
In 1955, he
was arrested for fondling a young girl, but the charge was dropped. That
year, his first child was born. Judy had a physical handicap in the form
of congenital pelvic disease. This problem had a large impact on
DeSalvo's homelife.
His wife was
terrified that she would have another child with a physical handicap and
did everything she could do avoid sex. DeSalvo on the other hand had an
abnormally voracious sexual appetite, requiring sex many times a day.
Between 1956
and 1960, he had several arrests for breaking and entering. Each time,
he received a suspended sentence. In 1960, his son Michael was born
without any physical handicaps.
In spite of
his brushes with the law, Albert seemed to stay employed. After he
worked as a press operator at American Biltrite Rubber, he worked in a
shipyard and subsequently as a construction maintenance worker. Most
people who knew Albert DeSalvo liked him. His boss characterized him as
a good, decent, family man and a good worker. He was a very devoted
family man and treated his wife with love and tenderness.
Aside from
being a thief, he had another serious character weakness: he was a
confirmed braggart. He always had to top the other guy, no matter what
the situation was. Police Commissioner Edmund McNamara summarized the
problem: "DeSalvo's a blowhard."
Green Man
Early in
November of 1964, almost three years after he had been released from
jail, DeSalvo was arrested again. This time the charges were more
serious than breaking and entering and measuring prospective models.
On October 27,
a newly married woman lay in bed dozing just after her husband left for
work. Suddenly, there was a man in her room who put a knife to her
throat. "Not a sound or I'll kill you," he told her.
He stuffed her
underwear in her mouth and tied her in a spread eagle position to the
bedposts with her clothes. He kissed her and fondled her, and then he
asked her how to get out of the apartment. "You be quiet for ten
minutes." Finally he apologized and fled.
She got a very
good look at his face. The police sketch reminded the detectives of the
Measuring Man.
They brought
DeSalvo to the station where she was able to observe him through a one-way
mirror. There was no doubt about it. He was the man. DeSalvo was
released on bail. Routinely, his photo went over the police teletype
network and soon calls came in from Connecticut where they were seeking
a sexual assailant they called the Green Man, because he wore green work
pants.
Police
arrested him at home and arranged for the victims to identify him. He
was mortified that his wife would see him in handcuffs. His wife was not
surprised. Albert was obsessed with sex. No one woman would ever be
enough for him. In fact, the Green Man had assaulted four women in one
day in different towns in Connecticut. His wife told him to be
completely truthful and not to hold anything back.
He admitted to
breaking into four hundred apartments and a couple of rapes. He had
assaulted some 300 women in a four-state area. Given DeSalvo's tendency
to aggrandize, it was difficult to tell if the number was really that
high. Many of the instances had gone unreported and in those that were,
the women were reticent to describe what all he did to them.
"If you knew
the whole story you wouldn't believe it," he told one of the cops.
"It'll all come out. You'll find out."
DeSalvo was
sent to Bridgewater State Hospital for observation. While the police did
not believe that DeSalvo could be the Strangler, they wanted the
psychiatrist there to examine him.
Shortly after
DeSalvo arrived at Bridgewater, a dangerous man named George Nassar also
became an inmate. He had been charged with a vicious execution-style
murder of a gas station attendant. Nassar was no ordinary thug. His IQ
approached genius level and his ability to manipulate people was highly
developed. While in prison for an earlier murder, he had been studying
Russian and other subjects. He was put in the same ward with DeSalvo and
became his confidant.
In early March
of 1965, DeSalvo's wife Irmgard got a call at her sister's house in
Denver from a man named F. Lee Bailey who said he was Albert's attorney.
He told her to assume a different name, leave the area with her children
and go into hiding at once to avoid the deluge of publicity that was
going to descend upon her if she didn't do what he said. "Something big
is going to blow up about Albert - it will be on the front pages of
every newspaper in 24 hours. I'm flying out to see you tomorrow so I can
help you myself."
The next day
she was told that Albert had confessed to being the Strangler. She hung
up on the man in disbelief. She couldn't understand why he would confess
to such a lie. There was no way that she could believe that he was
capable of such brutality. It had to be another of Albert's attempts to
make himself seem important. Some newspaper must be offering him money.
That had to be the reason.
What had
brought all of this about? Well, Albert was starting to think about
money: money specifically to support his family while he was in jail. He
had a pretty good idea that with the charges against him that he could
end up spending the rest of his life in jail. Somehow he had to take
care of Irmgard and his two children. The idea of selling a story and
collecting reward money began to take shape in his mind.
Some months
earlier before Albert was sent to Bridgewater, his lawyer Jon Asgiersson
went to see Albert who asked him, "What would you do if someone gave you
the biggest story of the century?"
"Do you mean the Boston
Strangler?"
Albert said
yes.
"Are you mixed
up in all of them, Albert? Did you do some of them?"
"All of them,"
Albert admitted. He thought the story might bring some money for his
family.
Asgiersson
wasn't quite sure what to do with this information and seriously
considered the possibility that Albert was insane. He began a quiet
inquiry.
Meantime,
Albert went to Bridgewater and struck up his friendship with George
Nassar. Regardless of whose idea it was, the two discussed the reward
money for information leading to the conviction of the Strangler. Nassar
and DeSalvo mistakenly assumed that $10,000 would be paid for each
victim of the Strangler or a total of $110,000 for the eleven official
victims. If Nassar turned him in and DeSalvo confessed, they could work
out a deal to split the money.
DeSalvo, who
expected to spend the rest of his life in an institution, did not intend
to get himself executed. But then, no one had been executed in the state
for seventeen years.
There was a
good chance that he could convince the shrinks that he was insane and
could spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital instead of a
prison. Not too bad, considering the alternatives, especially when he
didn't have to worry about money for his family..
F. Lee Bailey,
who had already distinguished himself in the Dr. Sam Sheppard case, was
George Nassar's lawyer. Bailey heard about DeSalvo from Nassar and went
to visit Albert with a Dictaphone on March 6. Not only did Albert
confess to the murders of the eleven "official" victims, but he admitted
to killing two other women, Mary Brown in Lawrence and another elderly
woman who died of a heart attack before he could strangle her.
DeSalvo Did It
F. Lee Bailey
in The Defense Never Rests says he felt very comfortable being around
DeSalvo:
That was one
of the pieces that fell into place in the puzzle of the Boston Strangler.
It helped explain why he had been able to evade detection despite more
than two and a half years of investigation. DeSalvo was Dr. Jekyll; the
police had been looking for Mr. Hyde.
One of the
things that struck me about DeSalvo at our first meeting was his
courteous, even gentle manner. I stared at him, seriously considering
the possibility that he might be the Strangler, and I felt something
that verged on awe. As for DeSalvo, his gaze dropped from time to time
in what appeared to be embarrassment.
...DeSalvo was
thirty-three at the time, about five-nine with broad shoulders and an
extremely muscular build. His brown hair was combed back in an
exaggerated pompadour. His nose was very large, and his easy smile was
emphasized by even white teeth.
When Bailey
questioned him on what DeSalvo wanted of him, DeSalvo was quite
forthright: "I know I'm going to have to spend the rest of my life
locked up somewhere. I just hope it's a hospital, and not a hole like
this [Bridgewater]. But if I could tell my story to somebody who could
write it, maybe I could make some money for my family."
Bailey thought
that there must be someway to allow him to confess without setting him
up for execution. But foremost in Bailey's mind was determining if
DeSalvo was really guilty without putting his client in jeopardy. Bailey
called Lieutenant Donovan and suggested that he might have a suspect for
him, but first he wanted Donovan to provide him with some questions to
ask the suspect that would help determine if he was for real.
Armed with his
Dictaphone, Bailey went to visit DeSalvo a second time on March 6, 1965.
Albert mentioned that Detective DiNatale from the Attorney General's
Strangler Bureau had taken a sudden interest in him and had come to take
his palm print the day before. Bailey had to work fast if he was going
to be able to protect his client.
Bailey says of
that interview: "...I became certain that the man sitting in that dimly
lit room with me was the Boston Strangler...Anyone experienced in
interrogation learns to recognize the difference between a man speaking
from life and a man telling a story that he either has made up or has
gotten from another person. DeSalvo gave me every indication that he was
speaking from life. He wasn't trying to recall words; he was recalling
scenes he had actually experienced. He could bring back the most
inconsequential details...the color of a rug, the content of a
photograph, the condition of a piece of furniture...Then, as if he were
watching a videotape replay, he would describe what had happened,
usually as unemotionally as if he were describing a trip to the
supermarket."
DeSalvo
described his attack on seventy-five year-old Ida Irga in August of
1962:
I said I
wanted to do some work in the apartment and she didn't trust me because
of the things that were going on and she had a suspicion of letting,
allowing anybody into the apartment without knowing definitely who they
were. And I talked to her very briefly and told her not to worry, I'd
just as soon come back tomorrow rather than - in other words, if you
don't trust me, I'll come back tomorrow, then. And I started to walk
downstairs and she said, 'Well, come on in.' and we went into the
bedroom where I was supposed to look at a leak there at the window and
when she turned, and I put my arms around her back...
[Bailey asks
him where the bedroom was relative to the front door and how he got to
the bedroom]
I think it
went through a...a parlor as you walked in, and a dining room and a
bedroom. Oh, before the bedroom was a kitchen, and the bedroom was way
back. The bed was white. It wasn't made, either...She was in the midst,
probably, of making the bed up. And there was an old dresser there and I
opened the drawers up and there was nothing in them, nothing at all.
They were empty. And, uh, when I did get her by the neck and strangler
her...
[Bailey asks
if he grabbed her from behind]
Yes. Manually.
I noted blood coming out of her ear - very dark...the right ear. I
remember that, and then I think there was the dining room set in there,
a very dark one, and there was brown chairs around it, and I recall
putting her legs up on her two chairs in a wide position - one leg in
each chair ...
Bailey asked
him why he would choose such an old woman to attack.
DeSalvo told
him that "attractiveness had nothing to do with it." She was a woman.
That was enough.
DeSalvo then
described the attack on Sophie Clark, the twenty-two-year-old student
who was killed in December of 1962:
She was
wearing a very light, flimsy housecoat, and she was very tall, well
built, about 36-22-37. Very beautiful...
[Her apartment]...had
a yellowish door, a faded yellow door...And she didn't want to let me
in, period. Because her roommates weren't in there at the time...and I
told her I would set her up in modeling and photography work, and I
would give her anywhere from twenty dollars to thirty-five dollars an
hour for this type of modeling.
...there was a
place where there would be ...what do you call a flat bed, where you put
a - something over it, but you take it off, you can use it to sit on,
like a couch? It had fancy little pillows on it, colorful ones, purple
ones. It looked like a purple or black cover.
There were so
many details that he remembered that could be checked with the police.
Bailey called Lieutenant Donovan and his colleague Lieutenant Sherry to
his office and they listened to the Dictaphone, which Bailey played at
different speeds to disguise Albert's voice.
The detectives
listened very closely when DeSalvo described the attack on Sophie Clark:
First DeSalvo
said that when he attempted intercourse with Sophie he discovered she
was menstruating. He described the napkin he removed from between her
legs, and the chair he had thrown it behind. Second, he said that as he
was going through Sophie's bureau looking for a stocking to knot about
her neck, he knocked a pack of cigarettes to the floor. He named the
brand and described the place on the floor where he left them. At this,
Sherry grabbed the briefcase and pulled out a photo showing a bureau and
a pack of cigarettes just as Albert had described them. On the back of
the photo there was an inscription "Homicide - Clark, Sophie -December
5, 1962. (The Defense Never Rests)
Commissioner
McNamara and Dr. Ames Robey, the psychiatrist at Bridgewater, were
called into the consultation. After talking with DeSalvo, Bailey got him
to agree to cooperate with the police and take a lie detector test. They
really couldn't go too far without getting John Bottomly, the head of
Edward Brooke's Strangler Bureau, involved.
Subsequently,
there was a lot of unpleasant legal wrangling while Bailey tried to
protect his client from execution and Attorney General Brooke wanted to
keep control of the investigation. The stakes were now higher in so much
that Brooke was going to run for Senator with the incumbent retiring.
Resolution of the Strangler case would be a nice boost to his campaign.
The issue of
intensive questioning of DeSalvo on all of the murders and checking out
every detail of his confession was critical. Finally, on September 29,
1965, the interrogation was completed. More than fifty hours of tapes
and 2,000 pages of transcription resulted. While each detail of the
confession was checked out, Bottomly, Brooke and Bailey tried to work
out the rules for whatever would happen next.
The original
doubts about whether DeSalvo really was the Strangler were quickly
dissipating:
Details piled
upon details as DeSalvo recalled the career of the Strangler, murder by
murder. He knew there was a notebook under the bed of victim number
eight, Beverly Samans; he knew that Christmas bells were attached to
Patricia Bissette's door. He drew accurate floor plans of the victims'
apartments. He said he'd taken a raincoat from Anna Slesers's apartment
to wear over his T-shirt because he had taken off his bloodstained shirt
and jacket. Detectives found that Mrs. Slesers had bought two identical
coats and had given one to a relative. They showed the duplicate to
DeSalvo, along with fourteen other raincoats tailored in different
styles. DeSalvo picked the right one.
He described
an abortive attack on a Danish girl in her Boston apartment. He had
talked his way into the place, and had his arm around her neck when he
suddenly looked in a large wall mirror. Seeing himself about to kill, he
was horrified. He relaxed the pressure and started crying. He was sorry,
he said, he begged her not to call the police. If his mother found out,
[he lied] she could cut off his allowance, and he wouldn't be able to
finish college. The young woman never reported the incident. With
nothing to go on other than DeSalvo's memory, DiNatale found her. Not
surprisingly, she remembered the incident vividly.
Eventually,
the Strangler Bureau came to the same conclusion that F. Lee Bailey had
- Albert DeSalvo was the Boston Strangler. Now, there was a much larger
issue to contend with: how to justly serve the rights of the confessed
Strangler and the demands of the people for justice.
DeSalvo Didn't
Nobody that
knew DeSalvo believed that he was the Strangler: his wife and family,
his former employers, his lawyer, an eminent prison psychiatrist, and
even the police who had become very familiar with Albert with his
frequent arrests for breaking and entering. Everyone who knew him
thought of him as a very gentle, decent family man, who just happened to
be an incorrigible small-time thief.
Susan Kelly in
The Boston Stranglers: The Public Conviction of Albert DeSalvo and the
True Story of Eleven Shocking Murders makes a persuasive argument for
DeSalvo being innocent of the strangling murders.
She cites a
number of reasons why she and others still believed that DeSalvo was
innocent. One of the strongest of these reasons is that there was "not
one shred of physical evidence that connected him to any of the murders.
Nor could any eyewitness place him at or even near any of the crime
scenes. Albert had a relatively memorable face, particularly because of
his prominent, beak-like nose.
The Strangler
(or Stranglers, since some experts believe that it had to be at least
two different murderers and possibly more) was seen by a number of
eyewitnesses.
One was
Kenneth Rowe, the engineering student who lived on the floor above Joann
Graff's apartment. He spoke to the stranger who was looking for her
apartment just before she was killed. When Rowe was shown a photo of
Albert DeSalvo, he did not recognize him as the man looking for Joann.
Jules Vens who
ran Martin's Tavern right near Joann Graff's apartment in Lawrence did
not identify DeSalvo as the man who, dressed identically to the man Rowe
had seen, had come into the tavern nervous and agitated as though
someone were following him.
Eileen O'Neil
could not identify DeSalvo as the man who she saw in Mary Sullivan's
bathroom window around the time of her death.
Plus, Kelly
points out, "three fresh Salem cigarette butts were found in an ashtray
near Mary Sullivan's bed. Neither Mary nor her roommates ...smoked this
brand. A Salem cigarette butt was found floating in the toilet of
Apartment 4-C at 315 Huntington Avenue in Boston the day Sophie Clark
died there...Albert DeSalvo did not smoke."
Even more
remarkable were the reactions that two very important eyewitnesses had
to seeing Albert and his killer friend George Nassar. Marcella Lulka,
who lived in the same apartment building as Sophie Clark, had an
encounter with a man called "Mr. Thompson" who said he had come to paint
her apartment. This man was about 5 feet nine with pale honey-colored
hair combed straight back over an oval face. She said he could have been
a light-skinned black or a white man. She estimated his age as around 25
years old. She got rid of him by telling him that her husband was asleep
inside her apartment. This encounter was just before Sophie Clark was
murdered.
"Mrs. Lulka
later sketched for police a portrait of "Thompson." It shows a
delicately featured young man with a long, narrow face, a very thin
nose, a point chin, and large, almond-shaped eyes. It looks nothing like
Albert DeSalvo." (Kelly).
When Albert
began confessing to the stranglings, Bottomly rounded up Mrs. Lulka and
Gertrude Gruen so that they could secretly view Albert in prison.
Gertrude Gruen was considered at that time the only woman who survived
an encounter with the Strangler. She had given her attacker a good fight
and he fled.
Both women
thought that they were coming to view one man - Albert DeSalvo. Neither
realized that they would see another man also - George Nassar. The women
posed as visitors in the prison's visiting room. Nassar was the first
one to enter the room to meet with the prison social worker. Gerold
Frank describes this unexpected reaction:
[George Nassar]..darted
a sharp glance at her [Gruen], and then a second. She thought, There's
something upsetting, something frighteningly familiar about that man.
Could he know her?
At that moment,
DeSalvo entered and took his place across the table from Dr. Allen. Miss
Gruen looked at him. No, he was not the man who talked with her,
attempted to strangle her, the man with whom she fought, the man who
fled when her screams brought workers on the roof peering into her
windows.
But the man
now talking to the social worker, the man who had turned his dark eyes
on her so sharply -
Moments later,
in Dr. Robey's office, surrounded by police, she said agitatedly, "I
don't know what to say...I'm so upset." She appeared on the verge of a
breakdown...Finally she was able to talk.
It was not
Albert DeSalvo, she said. When she had been shown his photographs a week
earlier, she'd thought she saw certain similarities. "Now, I know he is
not the man," she said. But the first man who entered - George Nassar -
I realize how shocked I was when I saw him. To see this man, his eyes,
his hair, his hands, the whole expression of him..." He looked like the
man who attacked her, walked, carried himself like him, his posture..."My
deep feelings are that he had very great similarities to the man who was
in my apartment."
But - she was
not sure. She wept with frustration. She wanted so badly to identify
this man.
And Marcella
Lulka, who had also been brought to identify DeSalvo?
She had not
been sure when shown his photographs a few days before. Now, she said,
seeing him in person, she must definitely eliminate him. But the
prisoner who preceded him - Nassar -when she saw him enter, her heart
jumped. In every way but one -his eyes, his walk, his furrowed face, his
dark, speculative gaze -he was her mysterious caller of that dreadful
afternoon. Only his hair was different. "Mr. Thompson" had honey-colored
hair, as she had told detectives. This man's hair was black. Might it
not have been dyed the day she saw him..."
The motive for
DeSalvo confessing to the crimes remains the same whether he actually
committed them or not. He believed that he would be spending the rest of
his life in jail for the Green Man attacks and wanted to use the
confession to raise money to support his wife and children. Plus, to a
braggart like DeSalvo, being the notorious Boston Strangler would make
him world famous. Dr. Robey testified that "Albert so badly wanted to be
the Strangler."
One of the key
issues that Kelly addresses - with mixed success - is the accuracy of
the voluminous confession and its myriad of details, some of which were
correct and some of which were not. How did Albert DeSalvo, a man of
average or less than average intelligence convincingly absorb so many,
many details about the victims and their apartments if he was not the
Strangler?
Kelly points
out that Albert had an exceptional memory. Dr. Robey testified that he
had "absolute, complete, one hundred per percent total photographic
recall." One of his lawyers. Jon Asgeirsson noted that "Albert had a
phenomenal memory. Another of his lawyers, Tom Troy agreed, "It was
remarkable."
Robey cites an
example of how he tested Albert's ability to make instantaneous mental
carbon copies of people, places, things: "We had a staff meeting [at
Bridgewater] with about eight people. Albert walked in and walked out.
The next day we had him brought back in. Everyone had on different
clothes, was sitting in different positions. I said, "Albert, you
remember coming in yesterday? Describe it."
Albert did, perfectly (Kelly)
She also cites a number of
sources of information available to Albert to learn what he did about
the crimes:
The newspaper
accounts were extraordinarily detailed. The Record American printed up a
chart, along with the victims' photos, called "The Facts: On Reporters'
Strangle Worksheet." This chart was a summary of all the important
details of each crime, what victims were wearing, their hobbies,
affiliations, etc. Kelly says, "That DeSalvo had memorized this chart is
apparent because in his confession to John Bottomly, he regurgitated not
only the correct data on it but the few pieces of misinformation it
contained as well.
Leaks by law
enforcement agencies, particularly the Strangler Bureau, which was
criticized for being lax with its accumulated material, and the Suffolk
County Medical Examiner, who allegedly held a number of unauthorized
press conferences in which he freely distributed information about the
victim autopsies.
Albert's own
research as a burglar put him in many of the apartment buildings in
which women were murdered. He knew the layouts of the apartments and,
according to Kelly, had visited each apartment after the murder.
Information
deliberately and inadvertently fed to him by people anxious to wrap up
the investigation, such as John Bottomly who, according to Kelly, "did
knowingly and quite intentionally provide Albert with information about
the murders -while he was taking the latter's confession to them...which
explains why the only version of it [the confession] ever made public
were abbreviated and heavily doctored. The full version virtually
exonerates DeSalvo."
Possible
information provided by another suspect who could have coached DeSalvo
on the details. Police speculated that George Nassar could have been one
such source of information.
Finally,
experts never saw the stranglings as the work of one individual. The
modi operandi were not identical and the victims as a group were quite
dissimilar. Kelly summarizes some of the more obvious differences:
No similarity
whatsoever exists between the relatively delicate killing of Patricia
Bissette, whose murderer tucked her into bed, and the ghastly homicidal
violation inflicted on Mary Sullivan, whose killer's intent was not just
to degrade his victim by shoving a broom handle into her vagina but to
taunt the discoverer of her corpse by placing a greeting card against
her foot. Beverly Samans was stabbed but not sexually assaulted; Joann
Graff was raped vaginally and strangled. Evelyn Corbin had performed -probably
under duress - oral sex on her killer. Jane Sullivan was dumped facedown
to rot in a bathtub. Ida Irga was left in the living room with her legs
spread out and propped up on a chair.
Serial killers
tend to select and stick with a particular kind of victim. For example,
Jack the Ripper picked prostitutes; Ted Bundy picked pretty, longhaired
young girls; Jeff Dahmer young boys, etc. The strangling victims
represent a wide disparity in age and attractiveness and race which
flies in the face of serial killer profiling expertise. A very likely
explanation is that some of the crimes were committed by one individual,
especially the murders of Ida Irga, Jane Sullivan and Helen Blake.
And what about
Mary Mullen, the elderly woman who died of a heart attack? Kelly says
that this may be the only killing of which DeSalvo is guilty. He
probably burglarized her apartment and she died of fright. Did the same
Albert DeSalvo who carried his unintended victim over to her couch and
fled without stealing anything savage the bodies of Ida Irga and Jane
Sullivan?
The Mary Brown
affair raised some interesting questions. She had been raped, strangled
and beaten to death in Lawrence in early March of 1963. Albert's
confession to this crime was very sketchy and many of the details were
incorrect. Perhaps, Albert had been told about this crime from the
Bridgewater inmate who was really responsible. Kelly says Mary Brown
lived on the same street as the man that George Nassar shot to death in
1948.
The Jury Speaks
Once the
Commonwealth was satisfied that DeSalvo was the Strangler, very sticky
legal issues had to be resolved before any trial could be held.
Basically, DeSalvo's confession was inadmissible as evidence.
Bailey put it
this way to Brooke and Bottomly: "When I met Albert, there were enough
indictments pending against him to pretty much ensure that he'd never be
walking the streets again. Now, I've helped him disclose that he's
committed multiple murder, it's a certainty he'll never be released.
Show me some way to avoid the risk of execution - I'll run the risk of
conviction, but not execution - and you can have anything you want. I
know damn well that neither of you really wants to see him killed. Tell
me, is that asking too much?"
Brooke didn't
think Bailey was asking for too much, but he wanted to think about it
some more. At this point he was a solid candidate for the Senate and
they agreed that it would be a mistake to have the DeSalvo trial in the
midst of the campaign. At least Bailey could get a ruling on whether
DeSalvo was mentally competent to stand trial. And despite the
objections of Dr. Robey, DeSalvo was found competent to stand trial.
Finally on
January 10, 1967, Albert DeSalvo was tried on the Green Man charges.
Bailey explained that "the basic strategy by which I hoped to convince a
jury to find Albert not guilty by reason of insanity was simple: I would
attempt to use the thirteen murders he had committed as the Boston
Strangler to show the extent of his insanity. To do this, I would try to
get both his confession and its corroboration by police into evidence...
Certainly the problem was unusual: I wanted the
right to defend a man for robbery and assault by proving that he had
committed thirteen murders."
Donald L. Conn
led the prosecution team, F. Lee Bailey the defense in Judge Cornelius
Moynihan's court. Conn called four Green Man victims with very similar
stories. DeSalvo would either jimmy the door or con his way in to the
apartment verbally. He would tie the woman, strip her and fondle her
breasts, demand fellatio or cunnilingus, but stopped short of rape. He
used a knife or toy gun to ensure cooperation. After he was done, he
took money and jewelry from the victims. Bailey did not cross-examine
the witnesses because he felt he had nothing to gain by doing so.
Bailey said in
his opening statement that he had no doubts that DeSalvo committed the
crimes as charged and the only "issue was whether the Commonwealth could
prove that he was not insane at the time." Bailey brought forth his
expert witnesses to testify to Albert's paranoid schizophrenia. They
said that while Albert knew what he was doing was wrong, "his Green Man
crimes were the result of an irresistible impulse."
Conn pointed
out that the non-sexual aspects of the crimes - jimmying the locks,
lying to gain entrance and the theft of valuables - were not a result of
irresistible impulse. The psychiatrist agreed that only the sexual
assaults were.
The jury
thought about it for four hours, found DeSalvo guilty on all counts and
sentenced him to life in prison. The psychiatric help he wanted was
denied.
Bailey was
very angry: "My goal was to see the Strangler wind up in a hospital,
where doctors could try to find out what made him kill. Society is
deprived of a study that might help deter other mass killers who lived
among us, waiting for the trigger to go off inside them."
Aftermath
Albert DeSalvo
was serving out his life sentence at Walpole State Prison, now called
MCI-Cedar Junction, when he was stabbed to death in the infirmary in
November of 1973. The night before he was murdered, he telephoned Dr.
Ames Robey and asked him to meet with him urgently. DeSalvo was very
frightened. Robey promised to meet with him the next morning, but Albert
was murdered that night.
Albert had
asked one other person to meet with him and Robey - a reporter. Robey
explained," He was going to tell us who the Boston Strangler really was,
and what the whole thing was about. He had asked to be placed in the
infirmary under special lockup about a week before. Something was going
on within the prison, and I think he felt he had to talk quickly. There
were people in the prison, including guards, that were not happy with
him...Somebody had to leave an awful lot of doors open, which meant,
because there were several guards one would have to go by, there had to
be a fair number of people paid or asked to turn their backs or
something. But somebody put a knife into Albert DeSalvo's heart sometime
between evening check and the morning."
Officials
believed that Albert's death was related to his involvement in a prison
drug operation. 3 men were tried, but twice the trials ended in hung
juries.
Albert wrote
this poem a few years before his death:
Here is the story of the
Strangler, yet untold,
The man who claims he murdered thirteen women,
young and old.
The elusive Strangler, there he goes,
Where his wanderlust sends him, no one knows
He struck within the light of day,
Leaving not one clue astray.
Young and old, their lips are sealed,
Their secret of death never revealed.
Even though he is sick in mind,
He's much too clever for the police to find.
To reveal his secret will bring him fame,
But burden his family with unwanted shame.
Today he sits in a prison cell,
Deep inside only a secret he can tell.
People everywhere are still in doubt,
Is the Strangler in prison or roaming about?