Ed Kemper: Conversations with a Killer: The Shocking True Story of the Co-Ed Butcher
By Dary Matera
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If there ever was a human monster that walked this earth, it was the highly intelligent, psychotic, 6’9” killer Edward “Big Ed” Kemper. As a troubled 15-year-old, Kemper shot and killed his grandparents. Eight years later, he went on an 11-month reign of terror slaughtering and dismembering six college co-eds in California, brutally killing his mother with a hammer, and breaking her best friend’s neck. Kemper, 71, remains alive at the California Medical Facility in Vacaville, more intimidating now than ever. Masterful crime writer Dary Matera tells Kemper’s full, shocking story, interweaving insights from the killer himself.
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QUOTES FROM, AND ABOUT, EDMUND KEMPER III
Edmund Kemper III has granted scores of interviews over the years. Here are some of his most noteworthy quotes.
I remember being told as a kid, you cut off the head and the body dies. The body is nothing after the head is cut off. . . . Well, that’s not quite true: there’s a lot left in the girl’s body without the head.
I just wanted the exaltation over the party. In other words, winning over death. They were dead and I was alive. That was the victory in my case.
. . . It [decapitations] was very exciting . . . there was actually a sexual thrill. . . . It was kind of an exalted triumphant type thing, like taking the head of a deer or an elk or something would be to a hunter. I was the hunter, and they were the victims.
What is it like to have sex with a dead body? . . . What does it feel like to sit on your living-room couch and look over and see two decapitated girls’ heads on the arm of the couch? The first time, it makes you sick to your stomach.
One side of me says, ‘Wow, what an attractive chick. I’d like to talk to her, date her.’ The other side of me says, ‘I wonder how her head would look on a stick.’
I hate to get into such detail on that [his slaughters and mutilations], but my memory tends to be rather meticulous.
As I’m sitting there with a severed head in my hand talking to it, or looking at it. And I’m about to go crazy, literally. I’m about to go completely flywheel loose and just fall apart. I say, ‘Wow, this is insane.’ And then I told myself, ‘No, it isn’t, you’re saying that and that makes it not insane.’ I said, ‘I’m sane and I’m looking at a severed.’ . . . Wait a minute, wait a minute, I’d seen old paintings and drawings of Viking heroes . . . talking to severed heads and taking them to parties, old enemies in leather bags. Part of our heritage. . . . That’s just me back then.
Toward the end, I became sicker, bloodthirsty, and yet these streams of blood annoyed me. It’s not something I want to see, but what I long for is to witness death, and to savor the triumph that I associate with it, my own triumph over the death of others. It’s like a drug, which I want more and more. I want to triumph over my victim. Overcome Death. They are dead and I’m alive, it’s a personal victory."
I lived as an ordinary person most of my life. Even though I was living a parallel and increasingly sick life.
I imagine myself committing mass murders, where I gather a large number of pre-selected women in one place, killing them before passionately making love to them. Taking their life, possessing everything that belongs to them. All that would be mine. Absolutely everything.
I was trying to gain control. . . . I was convinced she was in control of it. . . . For twenty minutes we were arguing back and forth over what was going to happen. . . . I was trying to keep it away from what was going to happen. Which was murder. . . . I was suicidal. Very disturbed . . . but I manipulated that to allow them to help me to the point of resolving their [fearful] behavior until we got to a place where they could be killed. I have the biggest problem with that from a guilt basis, because that entailed unusual trust. . . .
I was supposed to see my parole officer every other week and a social worker the other week. I never did. I think if I had, I would have made it.
I always felt intimidated by women. I always felt overpowered by them as a kid. . . . I was doing great sociality on the job base, making friends locally. Having buddies and stuff. Have a pizza and a beer and stuff. No problem. I got friends for that. But making women friends was real tough.
I taught women not to hitchhike.
There’s somebody out there that is watching this and hasn’t done that—hasn’t killed people, and wants to, and rages inside and struggles with that feeling, or is so sure they have it under control. They need to talk to somebody about it. Trust somebody enough to sit down and talk about something that isn’t a crime. Thinking that way isn’t a crime. Doing it isn’t just a crime, it’s a horrible thing. It doesn’t know when to quit and it can’t be stopped easily once it starts.
When you were a child, I’m sure you asked yourself this question: How would I react on a desert island, with three other people and without any food? If one of us is sick? All these come from stories of the Second World War. I had heard about it from former Marines. And then, in a way, I own my victim once again by eating her.
QUOTES ABOUT ED KEMPER
I would be less than honest if I didn’t admit that I liked Ed. He was friendly, open, sensitive, and had a good sense of humor. As much as you can say such a thing in this setting, I enjoyed being around him.
—FBI Behavioral Science pioneer Special Agent John Douglas, author of Mindhunter
What haunted me is he had sex with both the heads and the decapitated bodies. That’s just awful.
—Bonnie Ring, counseling psychologist, University of California at Santa Cruz, 1969–1973
The killing alone is not psychosexually sufficient.
—Forensic psychologist Dr. Louis Schlesinger
Edmund Kemper III, 24, six foot nine inches tall and 280 pounds, looks at the camera as he is led through the hall of the Pueblo City police station after being questioned by California officials in connection with the unsolved murders of six coeds, April 25, 1973. Pueblo police were holding Kemper after they said he admitted killing his mother and her friend.
WHAT MADE ED KEMPER GO HORRIBLY WRONG?
Extreme height at a very early age. An absence of normal sexual education. Rejection by peers and family, causing him to turn more and more to destructive fantasies. Poor evaluation and treatment by psychiatrists and others assigned to help him. Extensive training in the use of guns by the National Rifle Association. Easy availability of guns to buy and borrow despite his homicidal history. And police negligence in not apprehending him earlier.
—Dr. Joel Fort, presenting the judicial system with a laundry list of psychological and political factors after examining Ed extensively
I found it interesting that Ed Kemper and Charlie Manson had similar dysfunctional backgrounds—mothers they hated—then fed off the same niche of people . . . young women. After that, the differences were dramatic. Ed killed his women because he had no personal interactive skills, no rap or confidence, while glib Charlie abounded with such. Charlie recruited, bewitched, brainwashed, drugged, and fornicated in the dirt with his living minions, then sent them out to kill others for him. The only thing the pair—one a giant, the other a shrimp—had in common from the end-result aspect was they aborted the lives of a lot of good innocent people.
—Former California prison administrator Ed George, who was both Charles Manson’s and Ed Kemper’s prison administrator, along with other notorious inmates
INTRODUCTION
In his book Serial Killers: The Horrific True Crime Stories Behind 4 Infamous Serial Killers That Shocked the World (2017), author Ryan Becker opened the section on Robert Berdella, the Butcher of Kansas City, by writing:
Sick individuals have always plagued humanity—monsters that have lost all empathy for their fellow humans and cannot see past their own personal desires. These include the murderous dictators of recent, as well as those long dead in the past, the leaders of organizations who have taken lives for perverted or unforgiveable reasons such as political or racial preferences, or finally those particular beasts who are disguised by human flesh that have seen fit to experiment on their own species as if they were cattle. The subject of this book is one such figure who fits into the latter group.
The author was referring to Berdella, who tortured and slaughtered six men, possibly more, over a three-year period from 1984 to 1987. But he very well could have been referring to Big Ed Kemper, butcher of nine women, including six young college coeds, his grandmother, his mother, and his grandparents.
Unlike most serial killers, however, Kemper’s extremely high intellect, combined with his willingness to painstakingly describe his kills, his damaged upbringing, and his motivations in extraordinary detail, make him a valuable case study, to the degree that the FBI’s innovative Behavioral Science Unit has long studied Kemper—up close and personal.
Amid the copious amounts of blood and gore that have given testament to Kemper’s dark history lie some extremely important lessons in how to survive, in case you should find yourself cast in a real-life horror movie. These critical details amplify the deadly mistakes made by Kemper’s victims, along with his own searing insights into what his prey did wrong and what they could have done to survive. Kemper offers vivid examples of those who unknowingly demonstrated the behaviors that helped them survive, as well as those who merely got lucky because Ed wasn’t in the mood and they hadn’t triggered him. Sadly, there were others who tried to ad-lib innovative survival tactics but died anyway because Ed was governed that night by an unbreakable lust to slaughter for blood.
The most crucial tip, so crucial that it should be relayed right up front, is to never leave the original scene of an attempted kidnapping, especially if you’re in a public or semi-public place. Do everything you can to stay where you are. Even if a would-be kidnapper is threatening you or a loved one at gunpoint or with a knife, chances are strong that the monster will get frustrated and not do his dirty work right then and there. He will not risk being recognized or captured for a meaningless quick kill or injury and the accompanying public body drop—none of which provides the emotional satisfaction he craves. A rapid all-risk, no-reward kill is not what sociopathic serial killers are after to satiate their insane bloodlust. Ed Kemper in particular craved the dead bodies of his victims more than he got off on taking their lives. He ached to play with the often-headless, compliant corpses of his female victims in secured privacy.
If a potential victim, terrified by the sight of a weapon, passively complies with the killer’s demands and literally goes along for the ride, unbelievable and lengthy torture will soon come into play. It’s better to roll the dice and make him or her show their cards immediately at the original location.
Books about the particular beasts,
which Ryan Becker alluded to at the beginning of this introduction, often focus so much on the killer that his or her victims become nothing more than cattle.
Although that is true, to some extent, with this deep dive into the savage madness of Edmund Kemper III—it is after all a comprehensive study of the atrocities he committed—the author has taken pains to remember both his long-ago victims and the unique flower children
era in which they lived and died.
As legendary actress Mae West famously said (with a slight alteration at the end), "Fasten your seatbelts. It’s going to be a bumpy ride ."
1
A SOCIOPATHIC GIANT IS BORN
Edmund Emil Kemper III, future giant serial killer, had an almost stereotypical budding-sociopath childhood that could have been ripped from the pages of a Law and Order television script. It was unhappy, to say the least. Mostly isolated and without friends, Kemper bounced from Burbank, California, where he was born on December 18, 1948, to Helena, Montana, Big Sky Country, where no animal was safe from his pre-teen and teenaged torture sprees, to the bustling college towns of northern California. Ed was nine when his parents separated in 1957, ending a tumultuous water-and-oil relationship. Edmund II, a World War II Special Forces combat veteran, expressed the same feelings that Ed III would later parrot: to wit, his mother, Clarnell Elizabeth Stage, was an incessant backbiter who made everybody’s life miserable.
Suicide missions in wartime and the atomic bomb testings were nothing compared to living with her,
Sgt. Ed II once said about life with Clarnell, who constantly derided him for being a lowly electrician, instead of praising him for valiantly serving his country. She repeatedly let him know that she would have preferred a suit-and-tie-wearing, briefcase-carrying college man, not a blue-collar wire splitter. Henpecked into submission, Ed II added that living with her was worse than three hundred and ninety-six days and nights of fighting on the front. . .
He frequently abandoned her for long spells, starting in 1953, when he first reached his wits’ end. He preferred working on atomic-bomb testing sites in the faraway Pacific islands to being at home with her in Burbank.
For Ed, the result of his severely broken family was the emergence of a distant, seemingly uncaring father, Edmund Emil Kemper Jr., a giant, who at the imposing height of six-foot-eight devoted what little fatherly attention he could muster, to his subsequent wife and stepson, all but abandoning little Ed and his two sisters to his first failed shot at domestic bliss. Ed’s brief attempts to live with his father in Van Nuys were wildly unsuccessful.
To compensate for the missing paternal figure, another woman might have done her best to shower her children with extra love and affection; but Clarnell Kemper, who young Ed viewed as a large, ugly
six-foot-tall, lumbering beast of a woman, didn’t have that in her. A heavy drinker, she rolled through what some would describe as a meandering, never-satisfied death march through life.
Ed’s towering parents were both Avatar/Wookie-like creatures in an era when most American men were three inches under six feet tall, and most women stood under five-four. If young Ed had grown up in a later time, he might have viewed his parents as all but blue-skinned or covered with hair, depending upon his favorite sci-fi fantasy. As it was, there were more than enough Marvel and DC comic books during Ed’s youth to fuel a vision of them as mutant, giant, superhero/super villains.
Starting out as a whopping thirteen-pound baby, Ed III quickly sprouted up way beyond his classmates. One can imagine that Ed viewed himself much as he did his skyscraping parents. The only question was, would he use his physical superiority for good, or evil? He had mixed emotions about the direction his mother was pointing him in.
She loved me in her way; and, despite all the violent screaming and yelling arguments we had, I loved her too,
Ed said of his mother in an introspective moment with the journalist Marj von Beroldingen in 1973. She had to manage your life . . . and interfere in your personal affairs.
Ed was apparently unaware that virtually all mothers are charged with doing just that, even the very good ones. However, the good ones don’t normally banish their eight-year-old sons to a dark, dank, granite-walled basement worthy of a horror-movie set, complete with creaky wooden stairs without guardrails—one of numerous reasons why a young, traumatized Ed often fantasized about killing her.
My mother and my sisters would go to bed upstairs, where I used to go to bed,
he recalled in a 1991 interview. I had to go down to the basement. . . . Why am I going to the basement? I’m going to hell, they’re going to heaven.
Ed’s windowless, prison-like dungeon was minimally equipped with a small bed and a sleeping bag and featured exposed, clanging pipes on the ceiling and a bare light bulb at each end of the 35-foot-long cellar. An ominous old furnace loomed in a corner. The lights were so far apart, and the room so long and dark, that young Ed, after descending the stairs at one end of the basement, had to feel his way through the inky, cluttered passageways each night to locate the string to turn on the second bulb, which is where his bed was. Then he had to go back, turn off the first bulb, and head again for the proverbial distant light. It was a terrifying ordeal for an eight-year-old—and that was just the beginning of his long, lonely night.
Monsters, ghosts, and demons live in such basements. A future horror-movie icon, the hideously burned Freddy Kruger, would imprison and torture neighborhood children in a similar dingy basement. When Ed sniveled
about it (according to his mother’s description), he said, I got smacked in the head.
To cope, Ed spent long winter nights staring into the fires of hell,
the furnace grate that shot eerie shadows on the walls. He made bargains with the resident demons to spare his life. One can imagine what those negotiations entailed.
Clarnell Kemper defended Ed’s banishment, saying she sensed that her odd boy, who was already displaying signs of unnatural thinking, might try to molest his sisters, one of whom was six years older than Ed; the more vulnerable sibling was less than three years younger. The girls tattled to their mom, telling her that Ed had told them he wanted to kiss his teacher, but could only do so if he killed her. Other versions of the story had him killing the teacher after the kiss, and that the teacher was his older sister’s teacher, not his own. Either way, it was a blinking warning red light flashing red-alert from the forehead of an abused child who was developing an extremely sick mind.
I wanted to kill my mother since I was eight years old. I’m not proud of that.
How specifically sick
Ed might be was a question that haunted his mother. A relative’s family had recently been shamed when it was revealed that their son was a homosexual, a big deal in the 1950s. The reason, according to the rumor, was that the boy had grown up too soft and coddled in the post-war happy-days Baby Boomer era. Fearing that Ed III might be heading down the same path, Clarnell felt that she needed to toughen him up by riding him hard. Apparently it didn’t dawn on her that if she stopped riding Ed III’s father so hard, he might have stayed around to act as a manly war-hero role model for her son to emulate.
From Ed’s perspective, any attempts by his mother to make a personal connection with him invariably devolved into fits of rage against Ed’s frequently absent father. He remembered that when his family was together, there was a clear-cut war of the sexes that included his sisters. He and his dad were father/son close, and Ed eagerly absorbed the heroic war stories his towering father told him. The boy ogled the shiny medals his father had been awarded, along with the guns and knives he’d used, many of which he still had around or left behind during his long absences. As with many military fathers, Edmund II proudly showed his son the techniques he’d been taught to kill, up close in hand-to-hand combat, using knives, bayonets, or his bare hands.
Unlike young Ed, the females in the Kemper clan weren’t as enthralled by the horrors of war and weapons of death. His mother complained to her husband about telling such stories and displaying such items. She was also upset that he clearly favored Ed over the more squeamish girls. She railed that he was lenient with Ed—boys will be boys—while being strict with the girls. He argued that boys would be after the girls, so they needed tighter controls.
In turn, Ed II didn’t like the way his wife and daughters picked on Ed and ganged up on him. Clarnell Kemper was even said to sometimes egg on and reward her daughters for tormenting their brother; she seemed to get off on the estrogen-fueled sibling cruelty.
My mother knew how to taunt men,
Ed once commented. She knows that men won’t strike her and that a woman has the advantage.
When his father had had enough of the one-sided taunting and left home temporarily—and permanently later on—Ed felt like he had been abandoned and thrown to the wolves—or, more like, a pack of yammering and taunting female lionesses. At that time, Ed began to wish, and actually pray, not only that his abusive mother and sisters would die, but that everybody else in the world would be erased as well, leaving him to exist in peace. When his father came back home in 1958, he put an end to the traumatizing basement grave,
but quickly had enough of the same old woman’s world and fled once again. He never returned. The couple officially divorced in 1961.
A stand-in father appeared shortly after Ed II left for good. The forty-five-year-old plumber—Carnell once again married beneath her,
not a good sign—tried to befriend the boy by taking him fishing and hunting, but they never bonded. On one fishing trip, Ed recalls that he contemplated killing the man with an iron bar, stealing his car, and taking off to be with his real father. Although Ed was only thirteen, the scheme he had in mind wasn’t as preposterous as it sounds. Like many rural and farm boys, he already had some level of experience driving various kinds of motorized vehicles. Since he was exceptionally large for his age, Ed had no trouble reaching the pedals or handling the steering wheel. He actually stood behind his stepfather, heavy plumber’s tool in hand, ready to put his master plan in motion, but thought better of the otherwise poorly formulated scheme and tossed the bar away. Fortunately for the plumber, the marriage crumbled after eighteen months, and he took off without getting brained.
As Ed aged, he began to look more and more like Ed II. As with so many grievously broken marriages, Clarnell Kemper viewed her son as a constant reminder of her failed marriage and missing ex-husband. She was, in Ed’s view, a man-hater,
who took her violent hatred of my father out on me.
In retrospect, a number of mental health professionals who have studied the Kemper family, including Dr. Christine Ann Lawson, author of Understanding the Borderline Mother (2000), suspect that Clarnell was a classic case of what is now known as borderline personality disorder. To put it simply, she demonstrated extreme, often violent mood swings, severe dissociative symptoms that might have been related to an abusive upbringing of her own and were fueled by alcohol.
Despite his mother’s poisonous characterization of his dad, Ed missed his father and began searching for celluloid substitutes. He gravitated to John Wayne, a legendary cowboy and action actor of international renown.
John Wayne was very much like my father, both physically and in his behavior,
Ed would tell authors Margaret Cheney and Stéphane Bourgoin in separate interviews. My father was a big guy who spoke loudly. Like John Wayne, he had very small feet. When I first went to Los Angeles, I immediately went to put my feet in the footprints of John Wayne, which are immortalized in front of Grauman’s Chinese Theater. I was proud to see that my feet were bigger than his.
Despite all the churning family dysfunction, young Edward, who was sometimes referred to as Guy,
to distinguish him from his father and grandfather, was able to develop traits of the normal fun-loving human he might have been, if he’d had a different upbringing. Emphasis on might have been.
Psychologists have long debated the extent to which environment, nurturing, and DNA influence the violent misfits who shock us and capture our attention.
Whatever the cause, mixed in with Ed’s troubling persona, there was a child who could also display a joyful sense of self-effacing humor and a zest for life; a young boy who would one day feel brief moments of empathy for the families of the young women he slaughtered and hacked apart; a very impressionable young boy who stored away magic-show horror-scene images that burned in his consciousness for decades.
When I was young—I was about eight or nine years old—I went to this little come-on, it was like a record store or something,
Ed recalled, gesturing wildly in an interview shown on French television. "And they had this crowd of kids there and there was a magic show. . . . You’ve probably seen it, the fake guillotine . . . and they put the potato there. And someone puts their neck in the brace, and they slam this thing down and the potato down below chops in two, but the person’s head doesn’t fall off, right? And everybody gets very fascinated by that: ‘Oh my god!’
". . . He wanted a volunteer out of the audience. And some quite beautiful little sixteen-year-old girl gets up there, and this big laugh, and they’re all giddy and stuff. And I started getting caught up in this. . . . Right at that moment, I departed reality because, logically, I should have been able to ascertain that that could