Edmund Kemper: A Killer With Severe Mommy Issues

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Edmund Kemper: A Killer With Severe Mommy Issues

Edmund Kemper is larger than life in many ways: He stands six feet, nine inches tall, weighs 280 pounds, and has an IQ that tested at 145. But this giant of a humankind was also endlessly belittled and abused by his dominating mom, Clarnell Kemper, and it was his lifelong struggle to squirm out from under her thumb that proved to be his undoing.

All told, “Big Ed” killed ten people–his grandparents, his mother, his mother’s friend, and six young woman he picked up hitchhiking in Northern California from 1972 -1 973, which earned him the moniker “The Co-Ed Killer.” His gruesome crimes involved decapitation, necrophilia, and cannibalism.

What seems nearly as unsettling as his crimes, though, is his rare ability to enunciate his motivations. Even though he is very careful not to blame his mother for his later deeds, he insists that understanding her role in his formative times could help prevent the process of developing future Ed Kempers.

Early Years: Limited To The Basement

Edmund Emil Kemper III was born in California in 1948, the only son of three children born to Edmund Emil Kemper II and Clarnell Kemper. Weighing thirteen pounds at birth, he was a monster from the start.

In every interview he’s ever granted, Kemper has described his family as “matriarchal” and his mother as controlling and abusive. He called her a “big, ugly, awkward lady who was six feet tall and she was always trying to get me to go out with girls who were just like her.” Ed’s father, a veteran who allegedly was belittled by Clarnell for his “menial” job as an electrician, concurred: “suicide missions in wartime and the atomic bomb testings were nothing compared to living with her, ” his father afterward said after divorcing Clarnell.

Ed says he started to feel his mother’s searing misandry when she let his two sisters to sleep upstairs while she forced him to sleep in the basement. He says she constantly called him “stupid, ” a “sissy, ” a “real weirdo, ” and would smack the hell out of him for the slightest act of insubordination.

Ed asserts his older sister tortured him, once jostle him in front of an oncoming qualify and another time virtually drowning him in a swimming pool. He would play macabre plays with his sisters such as “Electric Chair” and “Gas Chamber, ” where they’d sit on a chair in his bedroom and pretend they were receiving the death penalty. When one of his sisters dedicated him a doll for Christmas, he cut off its hands and brain. He also hid the family cat alive before chopping off its head, placing it on a stay, and muttering a prayer. At one point when his sister razzed him by saying he wanted to kiss his female educator, a very young Ed ominously said, “If I kissed her, I’d have to kill her first.”

Age 15: Ed Murders His Grandparents

Feeling despised and profoundly unwanted by his mother, Ed went to live with his papa and his new stepmother in Los Angeles when he was 14, at which point he was already 6’4”. But this new stepmother resented him too, and Ed was sent to live with his grandparents in Montana.

Here, too, Ed felt he was trapped in an anti-male matriarchy, grumbling that his grandmother “was constantly emasculating me and my grandfather.” On August 27, 1964, Ed and his grandmother quarreled in the kitchen. Ed left the room and returned with a hunting rifle, whereupon he hit his grandmother in the psyche and twice in the back, killing her. Dreading that she had not succumbed yet and claiming that he didn’t crave her to suffer, he stabbed her multiple times with a kitchen knife and let the life bleed out of her. When his granddad returned home, Ed stepped out into the driveway and hit him dead. He then called his mother and told her what he’d done. She told him to call the police, which he did. When asked why he slaughtered his grandparents, he reportedly told investigators,’ I just wondered how it would feel to shoot grandma.”

Court psychiatrists diagnosed Kemper with paranoid schizophrenia and shuffled him off to the criminally insane unit at Atascadero State Hospital. But authorities at research hospitals disagreed and said that Kemper “showed no signs of delusion no flight of suggestions , no interference with thought , no expres of hallucinations or hallucinations, and no evidence of bizarre thinking.” At best, they said he was passive-aggressive.

During his stay at the mental hospital, Kemper was allegedly a model hostage and allegations he successfully helped introduce the notion of “Overt Hostility” to the popular Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory test.

On his 21 st birthday in December 1969, Kemper was liberated from the mental hospital and–against the strong the recommendations issued by psychiatrists–he was released back into his mother’s care.

Edmund Kemper is the Co-Ed Killer

Edmund Kemper’s mugshot upon entering prison, 1973

Kemper claims that upon his return to live with his mother, the verbal insult continued.

He discovered a undertaking as a construction-company flagman and invested his spare time poring over detective magazines, snuff cinemas, and John Wayne movies. He accumulated weapons, his favorite being a grotesquely large-scale hunting knife which he called ” The General .” He was again will be submitted to Clarnell’s incessant put-downs and petty shames. He fantasized about killing her, often tiptoeing into her room with a artillery as she slept, yet procuring himself unable to pull the trigger.

Around 1972, Ed started prowling Northern California’s roads for hitchhikers. His first co-ed victims were a pair of female students from Fresno State University. He forced one of them at gunpoint to climbing into his trunk. He placed a plastic pouch over the other’s chief, stabbing her in the back and stomach before slitting her throat. Kemper then bayoneted the woman who was in the trunk and took both daughters home, where they were decapitated and buried nearby.

His next victim was a dance student, whom he killed and then raped, ejaculating into the corpse virtually upon contact. He brought her body home and severed her hands and feet, just as he had done to his sister’s doll years before.

Co-ed number four was shot and taken to Kemper’s house, where she was beheaded. He had sexuality with the corpse and later axed it to parts, flinging the remains into the ocean near Carmel, CA.

He killed two more co-eds on February 5, 1973, again placing their own bodies in his trunk and chopping off their had. The next day, while mama was working, Ed washed blood off one of the girls’ bodies and had intercourse with the headless corpse.

Clarnell Kemper was right–her son was a real weirdo. Ed sometimes chilled his victims’ brains in the fridge and hid one girl’s chief facing his house so he could fantasize that she was watching him:” I talked to her, saying love things, the behavior you do to a girlfriend or spouse ,” he afterward would claim. He ate strips of another’s leg as part of a macaroni casserole. Ed likewise snapped Polaroids of his both victims and saved their skin and teeth as mementos.

In the midst of his spree, he often went to a local bar frequented by off-duty policemen, grilling them for details about the murders.

On Easter Sunday, 1973, “hes been gone” straight-out for the resources of his animus, whamming Clarnell in the psyche with a hammer while she slept and slitting her throat with The General. He decapitated her and threw her vocal cords, which had chided him since he was a son, into the garbage disposal.

The next day, he invited his mother’s pal over for dinner. He strangled the woman when she arrived and spent the nighttime in mom’s bed. Ed balanced Clarnell’s head on a box and used it as a dartboard for several days. Considering the barbarism he visited on his mother’s corpse, he said, “That seemed appropriate, as much as she’d bitched and hollered and yelled at me for so many years.”

Then he drove to Colorado and called police from a pay phone, admitting to the Co-Ed Killings. He politely “ve been waiting for” cops to arrest him and enthusiastically confessed. Kemper, who claimed to be” frightened of violence ,” prayed for the death penalty.

He would afterward claim that after killing his mother, he had gotten to the root of his problems and there was no more work to be done.

Trial And Imprisonment

Since Kemper eagerly confessed to his crimes in great detail, his defense lawyers were left with simply the lunacy defense as an option–after all, what sane person would use his mother’s beheaded brain as a dartboard?

However, the insanity defense failed and Kemper was sentenced to eight terms of seven years to life for the eight slaughters, to be operate concurrently.

In prison he has spent over 5,000 narrating books for blind people. FBI profiler John E. Douglas says Kemper is “among the brightest prison inmates” and displays “rare insight for a violent criminal.”

Although we continue to live in an overly simplistic world that views things through a binary lens where everything is black or white, good or evil, guilty or innocent, Kemper says he hopes its own experience demonstrates instructive and that people use his instance to learn how early childhood abuse can create monsters. For now, the best we can draw lessons from his gruesome string of murders is a perverse take on an old country and western anthem 😛 TAGEND

“Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be serial killers.”

The Killer In His Own Words

These and many other Ed Kemper quotes are at Quote Catalog.

My mother was there. She was there to beat me, she was there to humiliate me, she was there to use me as an example of how inferior men are.

At first I picked up daughters simply to talk to them, simply to try to become acquainted with people my own age and to continue efforts to strike up a friendship.

Oh, what is it like to have sex with a dead body ?… What does it feel like to sit on your living room sofa and look over and watch two decapitated girls’ brains on the arm of the lounge? The first time, it makes you sick to your stomach.

When they were being killed, there wasn’t anything going on in my thinker except that they were going to be mine….That was the only style they could be mine.

They were like heart wives….I still had their hearts. I still have them.

I remember it was very exciting…..there was actually a sex thrill….It was kind of an exalted triumphant type thing, like participate in the head of a deer or an elk or something would be to a hunter….I was the hunter and they were the victims.

I just wanted the rapture over the party. In other words, winning over demise. They were dead and I was alive. That was the win in my lawsuit.

Jim Goad

Stop worrying about good and bad…and start thinking about true and false.

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