#Robert K. Ressler

[lovelyheart502]

When FBI Agent Robert K. Ressler conducted interviews with Edmund Kemper in prison, they were situated in a compact room equipped with a panic button under the table.

This button was intended to notify the guards when Ressler required assistance or when the interview concluded.

During one interview session, after its completion, Ressler pressed the panic button, but there was no immediate response from the guards.

Kemper, perceiving Ressler's growing anxiety, spoke calmly, making a chilling statement: "If I went apeshit in here, you'd be in a lot of trouble, wouldn't you? I could screw your head off and place on the top of the table to greet the guard!"

The guards casually arrived in the room about 30 minutes later.

I wonder when all that did happen ???

[staydandy]

Mindhunter (2017) - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : In the late 1970s, two FBI agents broaden the realm of criminal science by investigating the psychology behind murder and end up getting too close to real-life monsters. (Wiki)

Whumpee : Holden Ford played by Jonathan Groff

Country : 🇺🇸 America Genres : Crime, Drama, Psychological, Thriller, Mystery

Notes : This is a Partial List - I didn't list every bit of whump, just what caught my attention the most • Based on the true crime book "Mind Hunter: Inside the FBI's Elite Serial Crime Unit", written by John Douglas and Mark Olshaker. • The characters Holden Ford and Bill Tench are based on real life FBI profilers John Douglas and Robert K. Ressler, who pioneered the field of criminal profiling in the 1970s. • The interview scenes are based upon the actual interviews with said serial killers, sometimes almost word for word. • The episode list is formatted season-episode : 00-00

Episodes on List : 2 Total Episodes : 19 Total Seasons : 2

*Spoilers below*

01-10 : (at end) Holden has a panic attack; collapses, hyperventilating

02-01 : Wakes up in hospital, strapped to the bed, panics ... (at end) panic attack, medicates

[ame01400]

Una madre distante, un padre y hermanos ausentes o maltratadores, un sistema escolar que no interviene, servicios sociales ineficaces, y una persona incapaz de relacionarse sexualmente con los demás de un modo normal: es casi una receta para producir una personalidad desviada.

Asesinos en serie, Robert K. Ressler & Tom Shachtman

[felicityhicklingviscomlvl6]

mp – further research.

female killers.

"there are no female serial killers."

when was the term coined?

term "serial killer" commonly attributed to fbi agent robert k. ressler in the late 1970s.

definition: murderer killing multiple people over time for psychological or sadistic sexual motives.

netflix shows like "mindhunter" and "conversations with a serial killer, the ted bundy tapes" perpetuate ressler's claim.

writer dorothy b. hughes may have used the term "series killer" in her 1947 book "a lonely place."

Despite discussions, term's true origin remains unclear.

sources i've looked at:

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/wicked-deeds/201906/the-unique-motives-female-serial-killers

https://www.discovermagazine.com/mind/female-serial-killers-exist-but-their-motives-are-different

https://www.angelfire.com/sc3/cjrp/femalekillers.html

https://murderpedia.org

https://fakehistoryhunter.net/2019/09/15/serial-killer-not-coined-by-fbi-in-1970s/

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“…we are all potential cannibals”: SERIAL KILLERS: THE REAL LIFE HANNIBAL LECTERS (Sean Buckley, 2001)

“…we are all potential cannibals”: SERIAL KILLERS: THE REAL LIFE HANNIBAL LECTERS (Sean Buckley, 2001)

This is an American documentary about serial killers, but specialising in those who ate parts of some of their victims. I guess that makes it inevitable that they will throw the name Hannibal Lecter in there, even though the similarities are not immediately apparent. There are a lot of documentaries about cannibals, some mostly interested in sensationalism, and others seeking some sort of…

[cantodogargula]

Mindhunter: Se eu já vi, vale a pena ler o livro?

Mindhunter: Se eu já vi, vale a pena ler o livro? - Um dúvida literalmente de matar!

Se eu já vi a série de TV Mindhunter, vale a pena ler o livro? É uma interrogação comum no universo de produções audiovisuais baseados em livros. Mindhunter não foge a essa pergunta. Eu me aventurei a assistir as duas temporadas, inclusive, mais de uma vez. Em seguida, com parceria da Darkside Books, li o livro Mindhunter Profile: Serial Killers e vim responder a famigerada pergunta. Escrito por…

[the-little-crime-writer]

This is Chapter 3 from a book called Whoever fights Monsters by Robert K. Ressler and Tom Shachtman. This is Roberts encounter with Ed Kemper.

I was nearing the end of my third interview with Edmund Kemper, an enormous man, six feet nine inches in height and weighing nearly three hundred pounds, a man of extremely high intelligence who in his youth had killed his grandparents, spent four years in youth facilities, then had emerged, only to kill seven more people, including his mother. Kemper was serving seven consecutive life terms. Twice before, I had ventured into the Vacaville prison in California to see and talk with him, the first time accompanied by John Conway, the second time by Conway and by my Quantico associate John Douglas, whom I was breaking in. During those sessions, we had gone quite deeply into his past, his motivations for murder, and the fantasies that were intertwined with those crimes. This was a man of great intellectual complexity, whose murders had included the beheading and dismembering of his victims. No one had ever succeeded in talking to him in the ways and at the depths we had achieved. I was so pleased at the rapport I had reached with Kemper that I was emboldened to attempt a third session with him alone. It took place in a cell just off death row, the sort of place used for giving a last benediction to a man about to die in the gas chamber. Although Kemper was in the general population, rather than isolated from it, this was the place that the prison authorities had chosen for our interview. After conversing with Kemper in this claustrophobic locked cell for four hours, dealing with matters that entail behaviour at the extreme edge of depravity, I felt that we had reached the end of what there was to discuss, and I pushed the buzzer to summon the guard to come and let me out of the cell. No guard immediately appeared, so I continued with the conversation. Most serial murders are pretty much loners; even so, they look forward to anything that eases the boredom of their confinement, and that includes visits such as mine. They have a lot on their minds and, properly approached, they are inclined to talk. Conversations with them are rather readily prolonged. Kemper and I had now talked ourselves out, though. After another few minutes had passed, I pressed the buzzer for a second time, but still got no response. Fifteen minutes after my first call, I made a third buzz, yet no guard came. A look of apprehension must have come over my face despite my attempts to keep calm and cool, and Kemper, keenly sensitive to other people’s psyches (as most killers are), picked up on this. “Relax. They’re changing the shift, feeding the guys in the secure areas.” He smiled and got up from his chair, making more apparent of his huge size. “Might be fifteen, twenty minutes before they come and get you,” He said to me. Though I felt I was maintaining a cool and collected posture, I’m sure I reacted to this information with somewhat more overt indications of panic, and Kemper responded to these. “If I went apeshit in here, you’d be in a lot of trouble, wouldn’t you? I could screw your head off and place it on the table to greet the guard.” My mind raced. I envisioned him reaching for me with his large arms, pinning me to a wall in a stranglehold, and then jerking my head around until my neck was broken. It wouldn’t take long, and the size different between us would certainly ensure that I wouldn’t be able to fight him off very long before succumbing. He was correct: He could kill me before I or anyone else could stop him. So, I told Kemper that if he messed with me, he’d be in trouble himself. “What would they do? Cut off my TV privileges?”  He scoffed. I retorted that he would certainly end up “in the hole” solitary confinement for an extremely long period of time. Both he and I knew that many inmates put in the hole are forced by such isolation into at least temporary insanity. Kemper shrugged this off by telling me that he was an old hand at being in prisons, that he could withstand the pain of solitary and that it wouldn’t last forever. Eventually, he would be returned to a more normal confinement status, and his “trouble” would be pale before the prestige he would have gained among the prisoners by “offering” and FBI agent. My pulse did the hundred-yard dash as I tried to think of something to say or do to prevent Kemper from killing me. I was fairly sure that he wouldn’t do it. But I couldn’t be completely certain, for this was an extremely violent and dangerous man with, as he implied, very little left to lose. How had I been dumb enough to come in here alone? Suddenly, I knew how I had embroiled myself in such a situation. Of all people who should have known better, I had succumbed to what students of hostage-taking events know as “Stockholm syndrome” I had identified with my captor and transferred my trust to him. Although I had been the chief instructor in hostage negotiation techniques for the FBI, I had forgotten this essential fact! Next time, I wouldn’t be so arrogant about the rapport I believed I had achieved with a murderer. Next time. “Ed,” I said. “surely you don’t think I’d come here without some method of defending myself, do you?” “Don’t shit me, Ressler. They wouldn’t let you in here with any weapons on you.” Kemper’s observation, of course, was quite true, because inside a prison, visitors are not allowed to carry weapons, lest these be seized by inmates and used to threaten guards or otherwise aid an escape. I nevertheless indicated that FBI agents were accorded special privileges that ordinary guards, police or other people who entered a prison did not share. “What’ve you got, then?” “I’m not going to give away what I might have or where I might have it on me.” “Come on, come on; what is it? A poisoned pen?” “Maybe. But those aren’t the only weapons one could have.” “Martial arts, then,” Kemper mused. “Karate? Got your black belt? Think you can take me?” With this, I felt that the tide had shifted a bit, if not turned. There was a hint of kidding in his voice, I hoped. But I wasn’t sure, and he understood that I wasn’t sure, and he decided he’d continue to try and rattle me. By this time, however, I had regained some composure, and thought back to my hostage negotiation techniques, the most fundamental of which is to keep talking and talking and talking, because stalling always seems to defuse the situation. We discussed martial arts, which many inmates studied as a way to defend themselves in the very tough place that is prison, until, at last a guard appeared and unlocked the door. The procedure is for the interviewer to remain in the room while the guard takes the inmate back to his own cell. As Kemper got ready to walk off down the hall with the guard, he put his hand on my shoulder.    “You know I was just kidding, don’t you?” “sure,” I said, and let out a deep breath. I resolved never to put myself or any other FBI interviewer in a similar position again. From then on, it became our policy never to interview a convicted killer or rapist or child molester alone; we’d do that in pairs.

[thekillerblogofkillers]

Herbert Mullin (1947-?)

Herbert William Mullin is an American serial killer, responsible for the murders of 13 people in California in the 1970s. When Mullin was 18 years old, his best friend Dean Richardson died and he built a shrine to him in his bedroom. He later confessed that he was scared that he may be gay, despite having a long-term girlfriend. At the age of 21, Mullin’s family, with his permission, committed him to a mental hospital. He would extinguish cigarettes on his skin, attempted to enter the priesthood and would pound on walls and floors, shouting at people who were not there. He would often discharge himself after just a few days. Later, FBI profiler Robert K. Ressler said Mullin was suffering from paranoid schizophrenia, possibly accelerated by using LSD or marijuana. By 1972, 25-year-old Mullin had moved back home with his parents in Felton, California, in the Santa Cruz Mountains. By this time he was hearing voices that told him an earthquake was coming, and that only human sacrifice could help him save California; Mullin’s birthday, April 18, happened to be the anniversary of the 1906 San Francisco earthquake, which he thought was significant. Mullin believed that the Vietnam War had produced enough death to hold back the earthquakes, but with the war winding down he would need to start killing people in order to keep the earthquake away. On October 13, 1972, Mullin claimed his first victim when he beat Lawrence White to death with a baseball bat. White, a homeless 55-year-old man, was hitchhiking and Mullin hit him after tricking him into looking at the car engine. Mullin later stated that the victim was in fact Jonah from the Bible, and that he sent Mullin a telepathic message saying, “Pick me up and throw me over the boat. Kill me so that others will be saved.” His body was discovered the following day. 11 days later, 24-year-old Mary Guilfoyle, a college student, was running late and decided to hitchhike. Mullin picked her up and stabbed her through the chest and back. He dissected her body, scattering her remains along a road.

On November 2, 1972, Mullin confessed his sins at church. In his paranoid schizophrenic state, he believed Father Henri Tomei wanted to volunteer as his next sacrifice to prevent the earthquakes. He beat, stabbed and kicked the priest, who bled to death in the confessional while a parishioner looked on and ran away. The witness described a tall, young man in dark clothing and black boots, but this did not help police, who speculated that Tomei possibly startled a robber. Following this incident, Mullin attempted to join the U.S. Marines, but failed the drug test. This rejection fuelled Mullin’s delusions of conspiracies and groups of “hippies” out to get him. He stopped taking drugs, believing they were causing his problems in life. In December 1972, Mullin bought a .22-calibre revolver and decided to kill Jim Gianera, a high school friend who had sold him marijuana, blaming him for his rejection from the Marines. However, when he arrived at Gianera’s house, he discovered his old friend had moved. The cabin was now occupied by Kathy Francis, who gave Mullin Gianera’s new address. There, Mullin killed Gianera and his wife before returning to the Francis home, where he shot and killed her and her 2 sons (aged 4 and 9). As Francis’ husband, who wasn’t there at the time, was a known drug dealer, this was thought to be the motive for the triple homicide. Prosecutors later used the murder of Kathy Francis to dispute Mullin’s claims of insanity, as he killed her to remove a witness who could link him to the murder of Jim Gianera. Around a month later, in February 1973, Mullin was wandering around Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park, when he encountered 4 teenage boys camping illegally. He walked over to them, and claimed to be a park ranger. He ordered them to leave as they were “polluting” the forest, but they refused. Mullin killed all 4 boys and abandoned their bodies, which were found a week later.

The final murder took place on February 13, 1973. Mullin was driving through Santa Cruz when he passed Fred Perez, a retired fisherman, who was weeding his lawn. For no apparent reason, Mullin doubled back and used his rifle to kill the man with a single shot to the heart. He then got back into the car and drove away. This incident occurred in broad daylight and there were several witnesses, one of whom got Mullin’s license plate number. He was captured a few minutes later and a “docile” Mullin was arrested without incident. During interrogation, Mullin admitted to his crimes, telling police that voices in his head told him to kill people in order to prevent an earthquake. He claimed that the only reason there had not been an earthquake recently was due to his handiwork. As Mullin admitted his crimes, the focus of the trial was whether he was sane and culpable for his actions. The fact that he showed evidence of covering his tracks and premeditation was highlighted by the prosecution, while the defence argued that Mullin had a history of mental illness and had paranoid schizophrenia. On August 19, 1973, Mullin was declared guilty of first-degree murder (premeditated) in the cases of Jim Gianera and Kathy Francis), while for the other 8 murders Mullin was found guilty of second-degree murder. He also pled guilty to second-degree murder in the case of Father Henry Tomei. Mullin has been denied parole 8 times since 1980. He is known to have interacted with Edmund Kemper during his incarceration, sharing a cell once. Kemper recalled: “Well, [Mullin] had a habit of singing and bothering people when somebody tried to watch TV. So I threw water on him to shut him up. Then, when he was a good boy, I’d give him some peanuts. Herbie liked peanuts. That was effective because pretty soon he asked permission to sing. That’s called behaviour modification treatment.”

[asesinos-en-serie]

El comienzo

¿Con cuántos asesinos en serie te has cruzado a lo largo de tu vida, y cuánto de ‘olvidables’ son? Lo que puede intuirse chistoso, loco o bárbaro fue el impulso que Peter Vronsky, el autor del libro Hijos de Caín, necesitó para adentrarse en el mundo de los monstruos.

El término ‘asesino en serie’ como tal no comenzó a utilizarse hasta 1981, aproximadamente con el descubrimiento del psicópata Wayne Williams. Sin embargo, el sadismo y desequilibrio mental que conlleva cometer estos actos, con tal rigor, está presente en las sociedades desde que el mundo es mundo.

Antes de los 80 era habitual denominarlo “asesino de desconocidos”, “asesinatos en patrón” o “multicidio”. Pero sería el agente y perfilador conductual del FBI Robert K. Ressler quien explicó que este tipo de actos le recordaban en cuanto a la descripción a unas películas en episodios cortos que se veían los sábados por la tarde en las décadas de 1930 y 1940: ‘series de aventuras’.

Tal y como dice Vronsky en su libro: «Los espectadores volvían siempre al cine semana tras semana debido a que cada episodio tenía un final inconcluso, que solía denominarse ‘el gancho'». De esta forma, Ressler entendía que era lo mismo que ocurría con los asesinos en serie, que al matar experimentan una tensión que les mantiene «engachados» al deseo de cometer otro asesinato que se acerque aún más a sus ‘fantasías’.

Dorothe, Andrei, Samuel o Richard son algunos de los sencillos nombres que identifican a unas mentes terriblemente perversas y complicadas, capaces de todo. Actos de violación, tortura, mutilación, canibalismo o necrofilia. Esta es una selección de algunos de los asesinos en serie más crueles, fríos y honestamente ‘originales’ que recoge Peter Vronsky en su libro: ‘Hijos de Caín’.

[ame01400]

Estos asesinos son terribles representantes de la humanidad y no deberían ser objeto de idolatría ni de imitación.

Asesinos en serie, Robert K. Ressler & Tom Shachtman

[tioxao]

Robert K . Ressler conta sua experiência no FBI, onde foi responsável pela criação de protocolos e de setores inteiros dedicados à compreensão dos serial kilkers. Nesta obra, ao lado de Tom Shachtman, relata de que forma conduziu as entrevistas com alguns homens mais temiveis da história, como surgiu termo serial kilker. Ressler foi uma das maiores autoridades do mundo no assunto: foi consultor de Thomas Harris, de O Silêncio dos Inocentes e até virou o personagem Bill Tench da série #Mindhunter da Netflix. Robert K. Ressler tells his experience at the #FBI, where he was responsible for creating protocols and entire sectors dedicated to understanding serial kilkers. In this work, alongside Tom Shachtman, he reports on how he conducted the interviews with some of the most fearful men in history, as the term serial kilker came up. Ressler was one of the world's top officials on the subject: he was a consultant to Thomas Harris, from The Silence of the Lambs and even became the character Bill Tench of the #Netflix Mindhunter series. #mindhunter #serialkillers @darksidebooks https://www.instagram.com/p/CI_DzU-n-5B/?igshid=1mospcs9e0iko

[the-skeleton-keys]

The real Mindhunters Robert K. Ressler (left) and John E. Douglas (right) with Ed Kemper

[breakingjen]

i was tagged by @lettersdeeplyworn, thanks lovely :)

Rules: tag 9 people whom you’d like to get to know better/catch up with.

Last song: Love Songs Drug Songs - X Ambassadors

Last movie: due to computer issues i’ve been unable to stream any movies for a very long time, but i did watch long shot on tv a few weeks back. i think that’s the last one at least (hey memory problems).

Currently reading: well... kinda reading four different ones at the moment - becoming by michelle obama, it’s not okay to feel blue and other lies by scarlett curtis, whoever fights monsters by robert k. ressler and tom shachtman and so you want to talk about race by ijeoma oluo.

Currently watching: nothing, but did finish house md two days ago as well as s4 of chicago med - both available to me through my tv subscription plan that ended yesterday.

Craving: cornichons. they’re so damn delicious.

i’ve decided to tag @tobeakingbesideyousomehow, @lenbarries, @thompsonconnors, @somethingsomagic, @youareintroublenow, @freshwoods, @crocodiletamed, @sweartheskyisfallin and anyone seeing this and feel up to it :)