Charles Manson: Conversations with a Killer by Edward George & Dary Matera

Author:Edward George & Dary Matera [George, Edward & Matera, Dary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sterling

CHARLIE poses with one of his guitars for a 1980 news story.

After that, things went from bad to worse. Willie never forgave Charlie for bashing the guitar and got on his case every time he threw a similar fit. Charlie fumed over being constantly criticized by some “punk,” president’s nephew or not. After one nasty exchange, Manson played his trump card. “It’s about time I sent some followers to Plains, Georgia, to see an old lady!”

Miss Lillian was probably the only person in the world Willie cared about. She had helped raise him, and stood behind him through all his troubles. Manson’s threat caused him to go ballistic. “I’ll kill you, you fuckin’ bastard!” he raged. “Don’t you ever threaten my grandmother!”

Manson repeated his threat, and Willie repeated his. They went at it until the guards had to quiet them down. When I arrived at the cells, I could see that Manson was just dicking him around, but Willie was red-hot. I was certain he was going to kill Charlie the first chance he got. That would have been some headline. To check out Willie’s state of mind, I pulled him out for a long interview. Among the revelations was his boast that when he was a lad, he’d managed to catch a glimpse of First Lady Rosalyn Carter naked and that “she had a hell of a body!”

“When I was five, my mother went off, married this guy I never met and she didn’t tell me. I was living with my grandmother, Miss Lillian. My mother was running around a lot and neglecting me, so she [Miss Lillian] took up the slack. Nobody was rich then, but the Carters were well-to-do. I’d be in rags, not many toys, alone. Billy Carter, my cousin, had nice clothes, a pony, and lots of toys. Anyway, when Gloria—’Go Go’—came one day to pick me up at Miss Lillian’s, she was with this guy I never saw before. They took me off to his place. I was never accepted by this man, my stepfather. They had an outhouse that I was scared to use. I was terrified by it. I had to sleep in a pitch-dark room. I’d see monsters tracking me, trying to eat me, tear me apart. I had no one to run to.

“I had to work like a dog… . My stepfather was a hardworking man, got rich, and earned it hard. But they were more interested in each other than me. ‘Back Seat Willie’ I called myself. Never rode in the front seat of a car. Go to sleep on the floorboard. Keep quiet. When company came over, I was sent to my room and told to be quiet.”

At this point, I couldn’t help thinking how similar Spann’s childhood was to Manson’s. They were both ignored and neglected, and neither had a strong father figure.

“Once, I got caught stealing at the local store,” Willie continued. ‘The whole family was extremely upset because they were in competition with some of the local ‘Joneses.

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