Richard
David Berkowitz was born as an illegitimate child to Betty
Broder. She was pregnant to a married man, Joseph Kleinman,
who was a real estate agent who wanted fuck all to do the
kid. So, to save her relationship with Kleinman she dumped
the kid, putting him up for adoption. This is where he was
picked up by Nathan and Pearl Berkowitz, who couldn't have
kids of their own.
Well, it seems David was a dud. The guy was a loser. He had
no friends, got bad marks and to make things worse, he was
Jewish which no doubt led to some major taunting. When he
was 14 his adopted mother died of cancer and this seemed to
really screw the kid up. His grades got even worse, they
moved into a shitty neighborhood in the Bronx and David's
problems with communication got even worse, particularly
with chicks. In 1971 his dad remarried. Berkowitz hated his
step mom and eventually he decided to join the army to get
away from the new family.
In 1974 Berkowitz returned from the army and denounced
Judaism. This made his home life pretty difficult, so he
moved out into his own place. Berkowitz moved into 2151
Barnes Avenue, the Bronx. He also found his real mother.
They became friends and David seemed to have found a happy
family that he could become a part of.
The first 'Son of Sam' murder was on July 29, 1976. Donna
Lauria, 18, and her friend Jody Valente, 19, were sitting in
Valente's car chatting about guys at 1 a.m. The conversation
came to a finish and Donna opened the car door and said
goodbye. But as she opened the door someone came out of the
shadows, put his hand into a brown paper bag, pulled out a
.44 bulldog revolver and dropped into a crouched position.
Donna said, "What does this guy want?" Before she got an
answer a bullet went through her neck. She then raised a
hand to protect her face and a bullet went into her elbow
where it traveled up her forearm (a rather painful injury I
would think). Donna then dropped to the footpath and
berkowitz fired at Jody, hitting her once in the thigh. She
dived forward and hit the horn, which alerted Mike Lauria,
Donna's father. By the time he got outside Berkowitz was
gone and his daughter was dead. Jody Valente was able to
give police a pretty good description of the killer.
Twelve weeks later on October 23, 1976, a young couple,
Rosemary Keenen, 18, and her 'male companion' Carl Denaro,
20, were sitting in Keenen's red VW in Flushing, Queens - a
long way from the site of the first murder in the North
Bronx. This time Berkowitz came better prepared. He had the
.44 tucked into his belt and wasn't taking any risks. He
walked up to the passenger side window pulled the gun out,
and fired five shots into the window. Unfortunately the
Bulldog .44 is well know for having a big kick, and only one
of the bullets found it's way into Denaro's head, and
luckily for Denaro all it did was blow away a bit of his
skull and completely missed his brain and he survived.
Berkowitz was a little more successful on November 27 in
Queens. Joanne Lomino, 18, and her friend Donna DeMasi, 16,
were sitting on the front steps of Lomino's house. As Lomino
decided to call it a night she stood up and grabbed her
keys. Just then Berkowitz walked past the house on the other
side of the road. when he seen the girls he quickly changed
his direction and walked toward them. He began to ask for
directions when he pulled out the .44 and started firing.
The first shot pierced Lomino's spine, the second went
through DeMasi's neck. The next three missed both girls as
they scrambled into nearby bushes. Berkowitz was seen
running down the street, still carrying the gun, by a
neighbor. When the girls made it to a hospital it was found
that DeMasi was not badly injured, but Lomino was less lucky
- she has spent the rest of her life in a wheelchair. Some
detectives tried to link this shooting with the two previous
ones, but decided it was unlikely as the description these
girls had given didn't match the previous ones.
On January 29, 1977, John Diel, 30, and Christine Fruend,
26, were sitting in their Pontiac Firebird in Queens after
seeing Rocky. The pair had been getting it on and the
windows were all fogged up, so they never seen Berkowitz
coming. All they seen was an explosion of glass as he fired
into the car. Before Diel knew what had happened his
girlfriend was bleeding to death and Berkowitz was gone. She
died a few hour later in hospital. But police were able to
get a bullet out of her that matched the bullets that came
out of the others. Police still didn't believe they had a
single murderer on their hands as the descriptions didn't
match.
On March 8, 1977, Police soon stopped thinking about
different killers as Berkowitz struck again. Virginia
Voskerichian, 19, was walking home in Queens at 7.30 pm when
she stepped sideways to allow a young man to pass her.
Instead he raised a .44 Bulldog to her face. She raised the
books she was carrying but the bullet ripped through them
into her skull via her lip where it also collected some
teeth. She died instantly. A witness gave yet another
different description of the murderer, but the bullet was a
perfect match for an earlier killing, so police decided they
were after one guy.
Operation Omega was set up to catch the man the press had
dubbed "the .44 killer" and Berkowitz decided they needed
some help catching him. He wrote them a letter but mustn't
have trusted the mail system so decided to leave it where it
couldn't be ignored. On April 17, 1977, at 3 am Berkowitz
stumbled upon Valentina Suriani, 18, and her boyfriend
Alexander Esau, 20. Suriani was sitting on Esau's knee and
they were going at it. Berkowitz must have believe that they
should wait 'til they were married (or dead) before they
could get it on, and fired into the car. The first two shots
smashed Valentina's skull, killing her instantly. The next
two went into Esau's head. berkowitz then put then note a
few feet from the car in the middle of the road and left.
Police found the note, and rushed Esau to Hospital were he
died two hours later.

The letter didn't really say anything, it was just a taunt,
but there was no chance of lifting prints off it as 8 cops
had handled it before it made it's way into evidence.
Following his arrest berkowitz said that the only reason for
the letter was to gain publicity. Berkowitz obviously didn't
get enough from it so he mailed another letter, this time to
a journalist, Jimmy Breslin, at New York's Daily News. Over
the next week the paper teased it's audience, and sold over
1,116,000 copies, a record that was only beaten following
Berkowitz's arrest. The letters proved to mean very little
but it did provide the press with a new nickname from the 44
caliber killer - "Son of Sam"
On June 25, three weeks after his last letter Berkowitz
struck again. Judy Placido, 17, and Slavatore Lupo were
sitting in Lupo's car talking about "Son of Sam" when the
window exploded. A bullet hit Lupo in the wrist and
rebounded into Placido's neck. The next shot went into her
shoulder. Salvatore decided to be a hero, and run away
toward the disco they pair had just left. By this time
Berkowitz was gone. Both victims survived the attack.
July 31, 1977, two days following the anniversary of his
first murder Berkowitz decided to celebrated by trying for
two more. Robert Violente and his date, Stacy Moskowitz, 20,
were getting into it in Robert's car when Berkowitz fired
two shots into Violente's face. He was blinded by the shots
so he didn't get to see Berkowitz put a few bullets into
Stacy. She died two days later and he was left blinded for
life. Unfortunately for Berkowitz he had been seen by the
occupants of the next car who gave a good description of
him. His car was also seen by a heap of witnesses. But the
worst of the evidence was a parking ticket that he received
for being parked too close to a fire hydrant. Police didn't
realize this until a nosy old cow came forward and told of
how she seen a ticket being given to a car that she seen a
man fitting the description of 'Son of Sam' getting into not
long after the shooting. This was the end for poor David.
It took police ten days to finally get around to check for
the ticket, but once they found it, well it didn't take long
to decide David was their man. On August 10, 1977, David
Berkowitz was arrested for the 'Son of Sam' attacks. Police
sat outside his apartment for six hours waiting for
Berkowitz to surface. Prior to him coming out they had
searched his car and found a semi-automatic rifle and an
envelope addressed to a detective high up in the murder task
force which contained a letter threatening another attack.
So when berkowitz jumped in his car a few hours later it's
fair to assume that half the NYPD was waiting for him.
Police surrounded him, guns out, but Berkowitz simply smiled
and when asked, "Who are you?", he calmly answered, "I'm
Sam."
He
confessed to the attacks and went on to blame it all on the
'voices' in his head. He said he was urged to kill by Sam
Carr, his neighbor, who transmitted the messages through his
dogs barking. he also had 'Demon' voices telling him what to
do when he was out hunting. This was obviously an early
attempt at an insanity plea, and one which was rejected.
Berkowitz pled guilty to all the murders, and was sentenced
to 365 years.
Since then many authors and investigators have tried to say
that the murders were not the work of one man. The most
popular of these concerns Sam Carr's sons. Certain people
want us to believe both of these boys died in mysterious
circumstances. It is true that both died in 1978 but their
actual deaths were not particularly suspicious (one was
suicide, the other a car crash) but as both were allegedly
involved in satanism (never really verified), and both could
possibly fit the descriptions given at earlier 'Son of Sam'
attacks certain people begun to jump onto this bandwagon. A
major problem i have with this is that most of us could fit
the various descriptions it's not really conclusive proof.
The Biggest wanker out of these conspiritists was Maury
Terry, a crappy author of particularly stupid books - one
being The Ultimate Evil. Some may choose to believe these
tedious links to the case, but for me I like to think that
Terry is an idiot that just likes to sell books.
In February, 1979, David Berkowitz admitted that his Sam
Carr obsession was a hoax aimed at getting diminished
responsibility, which would seem to destroy the
'Satanism/Carr' link.
Also in 1979, on July 10, Berkowitz was attacked in prison.
his throat was slashed and it required 56 stitches to sew
him up. He refused to name his attacker, and the
conspirators claimed it was a Killer Cult that did it to
shut him up.
Then a few years ago Berkowitz decided to say he was a part
of a cult, and that they did the murders, not him. What's
most amusing about this is that he has a heap of Christian
dickheads that believe it, and have called for his release.
A VERY FUNNY
FACT
David Berkowitz was a virgin when he went to prison. One
would be inclined to believe that his cherry didn't last
very long once inside.
QUOTES
"Dad, the world is getting darker now. I can feel it more
and more . . . The girls call me ugly and they bother me the
most."
- Taken from a letter to his dad one month before the first
murder.
"The demons were protecting me. I had nothing to fear from
the police."
"I must slay a woman for revenge purposes. To get back at
them for all the suffering they caused me."
- prison diary entry
"Yes, the demons are real. I saw them, I felt their
presence, and I heard them."
- prison diary entry
"At this point (following the Fruend and Diel shootings) I
imagine I didn't care much anymore, for I finally had
convinced myself that it was good to do it . . . and that
the public wanted me to do it."
After the shootings, I thought I might weep for some of the
people killed. But I couldn't.
- It was all puzzling, you know."
"Sam's a thirsty lad and he won't stop killing until he gets
his fill of blood."
- From a letter to the press
"The demons wanted girls. Sugar and Spice and everything
nice."
"I never thought I could kill her. I couldn't believe it. I
just fired the gun, you know, at the car, at the windshield.
I never knew she was shot."
- David's thoughts on the first killing.
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