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Welcome back, CNN

When my cable company put Fox New Channel in the lineup a few years ago, I was thrilled. Finally I could get news without the bias and spin of the broadcast networks and CNN. Yes, I knew people criticized Fox for being biased in the other direction, but I felt that FNC generally played the news straight, giving both sides of each story and allowing viewers to make up their own minds. "We report, you decide" - that was their motto, and I thought they lived up to it.

And this quality of evenhandedness, along with a willingness to tackle issues that the other networks wouldn't cover, gave Fox an air of seriousness. Sure, they had a lot of blonde babes in short skirts, but the babes were smart and the news coverage didn't suffer. I was happy.

I'm not happy anymore.

It pains me to say it, but Fox News Channel is no longer a serious news operation. It has become a tabloid joke. It's Hard Copy, not for a half hour a day, but 24/7.

Today I turned on the news at 3 PM. As I was switching to FNC, I thought to myself, "Hey, time to get an update on that girl in Aruba!" This was a humorous aside. A mere jest. So FNC comes on, top of the hour, and the lead story is ... the girl in Aruba.

I can't even make fun of these folks anymore! Truth is stupider than parody.

Look, I'm sorry this girl is missing and (obviously) dead. It's a family tragedy. But it should not be the number-one news story on a national news network for the last four (or is it five?) weeks. I mean, this is ridiculous. This isn't news coverage, it's exploitation. It's not providing information; it's serving up titillation.

So I did the unthinkable. I switched to CNN.

That's right. CNN. The Commie News Network. The Clinton News Network.

It was surprisingly easy to do. One click of the remote. CNN is directly ahead of FNC in my cable lineup. Instead of watching Channel 26, all of a sudden I was watching Channel 25.

And they were broadcasting ... news.

Actual news stories of national and even international significance. The situation in Iraq. Gasoline prices. Bush's upcoming speech. His declining approval numbers.

There was a ten-second mention of the girl in Aruba. That's all. Ten secs, then back to ... news.

CNN, you are still probably biased as hell. You were founded by a leftwing nutjob with some kind of maniacal anti-religious fixation (Ted Turner). You irritate me in ways large and small. But you are still, by and large, a news outfit, and for that I say: Bless you.

Welcome back, CNN. Welcome back into my home.

And, Fox - well, I'd like to say it's been real. But it hasn't. And that's the problem.

Get a life

I don't follow entertainment news, so I only now found out that a few weeks ago the American Film Institute gave George Lucas its Life Achievement Award.

Huh?

Let's skim a list of the AFI's previous honorees, naming only directors and producers: Alfred Hitchcock, Orson Welles, William Wyler, John Ford, John Huston, David Lean, Martin Scorsese, Steven Spielberg, Robert Wise, and Billy Wilder.

Now, these are some serious heavyweights. One might question whether Steven Spielberg fits this description, but he did, after all, give the world Schindler's List, one of the greatest Hollywood movies ever.   

As for the others - well, they gave us movies like Sunset Boulevard (Wilder), Rear Window (Hitchcock), Raging Bull (Scorsese), The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (Huston), The Searchers (Ford), Citizen Kane (Welles) ... and those are just some of the highlights of their phenomenal careers. 

Are we really supposed to think that Lucas's body of work compares with theirs?

I mean, come on. The man made a student film that he turned into a pretentious low-budget art picture (THX-1138). Then he made a fun popcorn movie, American Graffiti. Then he made the original Star Wars - which is, I acknowledge, a modern pop-culture classic and a terrifically fresh and entertaining movie.

After that, as a director, he went into retirement for decades, emerging to helm the three miserable prequels to the first Star Wars trilogy. They didn't give him the award for Attack of the Clones, did they?

As a producer, Lucas oversaw the excellent Empire Strikes Back and Raiders of the Lost Ark. But he also produced the weak Return of the Jedi and the two increasingly lame sequels to Raiders. He also produced duds like Tucker and Willow, not to mention Howard the Duck, often cited as one of the worst movies ever made.

Yes, he has made a lot of money. Yes, he is a kind of genius at marketing and merchandizing his Star Wars franchise. Yes, his special effects outfit, Industrial Light & Magic, has brought Hollywood filmmaking into the digital age.

But isn't the AFI's Life Achievement Award supposed to honor artistic excellence?

If they're going to give out Life Achievement Awards for how much money you've made or how many cool special effects explosions you've put on the screen, then Michael Bay (Bad Boys, Armaggedon, Pearl Harbor) should be their next honoree.

One great film directed by Lucas (Star Wars) and two very good films he produced (The Empire Strikes Back and Raiders of the Lost Ark) do not constitute a legacy to rival the collected works of Hitchcock, Wilder, Ford, Huston, Welles, et al. Or even Spielberg, really. Where's Lucas's equivalent of Schindler's List or even Saving Private Ryan?

The AFI dropped the ball on this one. But I do hope they at least got a nice big donation from Lucas - and maybe included some Howard the Duck clips on the show.

Things fall apart

I don't normally wax apocalyptic about political affairs, but the Supreme Court's astounding Kelo decision has left me wondering if we are moving into a new, dangerous phase of societal decline.

For anyone who may not know, the Court has decided, by a 5-4 majority, that homes in New London, Connecticut, may be seized by municipal authorities under the government's eminent domain power. No big deal? Happens all the time? Well, not really. The homes in question were not hovels but well-kept working-class residences ... and they were seized not to allow construction of a road or bridge, but to allow a private developer to replace them with luxury condos and high-priced office space. Thus, in America, it is now possible to have your home confiscated by the government and turned over to private developers, for the sole purpose of lining their already overstuffed pockets.

How is this possible? Doesn't eminent domain apply only in cases of "public use"? Why, yes ... but what is public use? The government's rationale, which the Court accepted, was that the new, expensive private development in New London would generate higher tax revenues than the older, modest homes currently occupying the land. Those tax revenues will be used for the benefit of the public, don't ya know, so there we have it - "public use."

Of course, exactly the same argument could be made of any private home - since retail and office establishments are invariably expected to generate higher tax receipts than private residences. Thus, the Court in its wisdom has issued a blanket invitation to well-heeled, politically connected developers to seize virtually any residential property they want, anywhere in the country, at any time, for any reason, under cover of the now infinitely elastic term "public use."

IMAGE: HOME THAT CITY WANTS TO TAKE FOR PRIVATE PROJECT

Image: one of the condemned working-class homes in New London

In practice, not every residence will be seized. Just as in the case of New London, the victims of this policy of legalized expropriation will be people who are economically disadvantaged and politically powerless. Nobody is going to seize Bill Gates's home and land to put up a Target store. But for ordinary folks with no special political pull, all bets are off. The rapacious developers, in their ongoing messianic quest to cover every inch of America with megastores, strip malls, and cookie-cutter condos, now have all the resources of the government's eminent domain power on their side - thanks to our robed masters in D.C.

Now, you might think that since conservatives are slaves of business interests and liberals are besotted with compassion for the poor, it would be the conservatives on the Court who rammed this decision home. In fact, all four of the Court's  conservatives dissented from the majority opinion. It was the Court's liberals, those misty-eyed champions of the little guy, who heartlessly voted to render the little guy's property rights null and void.

Don't take my word for it. Jump to almost any blog out there. This decision has the whole blogosphere, right and left, stomping mad. Here's the liberal blogsite of The American Prospect:

As I understand it, from this day forward, municipalities can drive poor people their homes so a developer can put up fancy complexes and high-end shopping malls -- all, of course, in the name of "benefiting a community" through "new jobs" and "tax revenue." As reader M.L. said, “it’s only a matter of time before some mayor in the pocket of a developer wipes out a neighborhood.”

Or check out Professor Bainbridge. Or Rod Dreher on National Review Online. Or Glenn Reynolds on MSNBC.com.

I'm usually an optimist about current affairs. Things will work out, I say. Or will they? Maybe Yeats had it right:

Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold ;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world ...

Leggo my ego

In the centuries-old mystical tradition one theme continually recurs: the necessity of abandoning one's ego in order to achieve spiritual enlightenment. But to the modern mind, this injunction raises many questions. Isn't the ego a necessary part of a healthy personality? Isn't it good to have a strong, assertive ego? To deny the ego seems tantamount to denying our very individuality and becoming a mere selfless cipher.

I think the problem here stems from a basic confusion. In English, the word ego has two separate and conflicting meanings. Other languages and traditions are clearer on this point. For instance, the ancient Greeks spoke of the Big Self versus the Little Self. The Little Self, or the Small Soul, was to be eschewed, while the Big Self, or Great Soul, was to be assiduously cultivated. Aristotle devotes the most memorable passage of his Nichomachean Ethics to a discussion of the Great-Souled Man, and while this description has its flaws, it is nevertheless, overall, a valid and even inspiring picture of man at his best. (See passages 1123b and following, found here about one-third of the way down the page.)

What, then, is the difference between the Great Soul and the Small Soul? The Great Soul -- what the Greeks called megalopsyche -- is not concerned with petty things. It takes the large view. It transcends the narrowness and mundanity of daily experience. St. Paul captured its spirit in his famous encomium on the qualities of love:

Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, it is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. (1st Corinthians, 13:1-8, New American Bible)

The Small Soul, on the other hand, is best represented by George Constanza. Yes, that George Costanza -- the memorable character played by Jason Alexander on the sitcom Seinfeld. George is a perfect representation of the Small-Souled Man. He is petty, vindictive, defensive, insecure, deceitful, manipulative, dishonest, lazy, undisciplined, self-seeking, hypocritical, angry, mendacious, greedy, and shallow. He is, in short, a weasel. Yet despite -- or perhaps because of -- all his shortcomings, George remains likable, perhaps even lovable. We must like him, because we recognize ourselves, or at least a part of ourselves, in him.

So the distinction between the Great Soul and the Small Soul boils down to the distinction between Paul of Tarsus and George Costanza. Now, in English the term ego unfortunately encompasses both personality types. In its positive connotation, it can mean St. Paul with his healthy and all embracing assurance, but in its negative connotation it can mean George Costanza with his whining and wheedling narcissism.

To understand the mystical tradition, we might say that mystics throughout history have enjoined us to be less like George and more like Paul.

But this process of spiritual development can never be a destination, only a journey. For the truth is, we can never completely negate the stubborn kernel of George Costanza within us all. It remains there, perhaps subdued, but ready at any moment to spring to life again, activated by the most minor aggravation, the merest slight, the least rebuff. The ego may sleep, but it is a light sleeper, able to awake at any time. We can never be rid of it altogether.

Mystics, or some of them, have a term for this ineradicable nugget of childish self-centerednes, which resists all our efforts to expunge it.

The term, I think, is Original Sin.

Gotta love it

In doing a little Web-surfing on the whole vanity press issue, I came across a blog post that I found laugh-out-loud funny:

http://leegoldberg.typepad.com/a_writers_life/2005/02/scamming_publis.html

This is from Lee Goldberg's blog. Goldberg is a TV writer and novelist, and if you have any interest in the business of writing, his posts are well worth your time.

Inanity, thy name is Durbin

Recently Sen. Richard Durbin of Illinois got himself in hot water for intemperate remarks on the Senate floor, in which he compared the American treatment of terrorists at Guantanamo Bay to the atrocities of Nazis, Stalinists, and the Khmer Rouge. (His various comments then and since are extensively quoted in an online article by Hugh Hewitt, accompanied by excellent commentary.) The particular tortures enumerated by Durbin include: subjecting prisoners to extremes of heat and cold, and to loud music (specifically, Christina Aguilera albums); chaining prisoners to the floor for extended periods; and depriving prisoners of bathroom privileges so they are forced to soil themselves.

What's interesting is that all these allegedly shocking practices have counterparts in average, everyday U.S. policework.

Suppose a criminal suspect has barricaded himself in his home and will not come out. If he's believed to be armed, the police are unlikely to go in after him. Instead, they will try to pressure him into emerging on his own. One standard practice is to cut off his power. If it's a hot day, the house -- with no air conditioning or electric fans -- will become an oven. If it's a cold day, the house -- lacking heat -- will become an icebox. Extremes of temperature, just like at Gitmo.

How about loud music? That, too, is standard practice in a "barricade situation." Music is blasted into the house at top volume for hours on end, depriving the suspect of sleep or any chance to relax. I've read that sometimes, instead of music, recordings of high-pitched animal shrieks are used. This could be even worse than listening to Christina Aguilera -- although, having never heard Aguilera's music, I'll reserve judgment.

Some Gitmo prisoners have been chained to the floor and left there. Well, something similar is done with many criminal suspects, who end up shackled hand and foot, chained to a bench or table, unable to move for long periods of time.

Bathroom breaks? A common trick in police interrogations is to ply the suspect with soft drinks or water until he feels the need to relieve himself. Then the interrogator bargains with him for bathroom access. "Give up some info, and you can use the can." This kind of thing is not nice, I admit. It wouldn't go on in Mr. Rogers' neighborhood. But we're dealing with the real world here.

And that, really, is the point. This is serious business, not a panel discussion. A few of the Gitmo detainees may possibly be innocent bystanders swept up in a dragnet, but most of them, the great majority, are terrorists. They are young men who have pledged to make war on the United States by any means necessary, including suicide bombings and sniper fire.

Decisions entail consequences. The decision to strike at the world's most powerful nation has very serious consequences for those who get caught. If you announce yourself as an enemy of this country and act accordingly, then you can't expect a luxury suite at the Ritz-Carlton once you fall into your enemy's hands.

What you can expect is to be treated like any common criminal. Unlike Sen. Durbin, I don't see a problem with that.

Vanity, thy name is Durban

When is a vanity press not a vanity press? When it pretends not to be, I guess.

Today I noticed that Amazon.com had coughed up a recommendation for a new book on Ayn Rand, titled The Passion of Ayn Rand's Critics. No doubt this book was earmarked for me because I have ordered several Rand-related books (mostly critiques of her views) through Amazon. In any case, I checked it out. It appears to be a hagiographic effort to defend Rand's virtue by attacking Nathaniel and Barbara Branden, two former Objectivist insiders. But that's not what interested me.

What got my attention was a minor controversy among the reader-reviewers on the book's Amazon sales page. One reader pointed out that Durban House, the publisher of this title, is a vanity press:

What I wonder is, did any of these reviewers happen to notice that the book is "self-published?" It's in print purely by virtue of a vanity press outfit.

Another reader heatedly disputed this claim:

The hysterical lies being told about this thrilling page-turner of a book say much more about the reviewers than the book. From personal knowledge, I know that this is a legitimate (and demanding) publisher--nothing resembling a "vanity press," I assure you. (Just where did that lie come from?)

Now I was interested. I had never heard of Durban House. So I Googled them and found their Web site. No mention of any vanity-press contracts. No mention of any payments by authors to the publisher. Yet something didn't quite smell right. Maybe it was the fact that their book covers looked like vanity press editions - there was that slightly cheap look about them. And the publisher was soliciting unagented manuscripts - not a common approach among the legit houses these days.

I Googled a little further, and found a discussion thread at WritersWeekly.com that seems to hold the answer. One member writes that "Durban House Publishing Co., Inc. of Dallas, Texas advertises in Writers Digest that it pays up to $2,000.00 up front to any author with whom they sign a contract," but that when his contract was sent to him, it included the words: "In exchange for Author paying Publisher $25,000.00 in Dallas County, Texas, Publisher shall provide...."

Thus the $2,000 advance from publisher to author suddenly became a $25,000 upfront payment from author to publisher!

If this account is accurate, then Durban House surely is a vanity press, a.k.a. a subsidy press, even though their Web site gives no hint of this fact that I could see. (And by the way, beware of any publisher advertising in Writer's Digest magazine. Legit publishers have no need to beg for submissions; they get more than enough of them as it is.)

The writer in question certainly felt he'd been misled:

Durban House didn't advertise they would publish me if I paid THEM. They advertised they would pay ME.
I wasn't looking for a vanity press or a print on demand.
This was "Bait and Switch" plain and simple.

There follows a long message from a Durban House editor, defending the company. This message is rather odd. It is all one long paragraph, rather like a passage from Kant. It contains at least one obvious contradiction. The editor says,

I asked [the writer] if he would be able to carry out usual things authors are expected to do, such as promoting his book through book-signing tours in key markets, talks to book clubs, libraries and civic organizations, attend book festivals, and writers’ conferences. He said because of his age he was unable to travel very far from Conroe, TX, the town where he lives. I told him for his book to have a chance at success it was essential for him to promote it, and that Durban House would have to pass.

But later he writes:

It has never been a Durban House policy to accept books based on an author’s ability to provide promotional consideration.

While denying that Durban House is a vanity press, the editor says he told the writer, "... we might be able to do a cooperative effort, or joint venture, giving him a 50% stake in his book, if it was accepted for publication." A cooperative effort or joint venture is, in plain language, a situation in which the author subsidizes at least part of the publication and promotional costs of his book.

If the author is paying a subsidy to the publisher, then it's a subsidy press by definition.

Incidentally, I have no prejudice against books issued by vanity houses. Some of them are quite good. I do think that a smarter approach is to go the print-on-demand route with a company like iUniverse. The upfront cost is much lower, so the risk is more acceptable. And iUniverse is perfectly frank about what they do; their Web page is subtitled "Book Publisher for Self-Publishing and Print on Demand."

You probably won't sell many copies of any vanity-press book, but if you're going to use a subsidy house, at least find one that plays straight with you.

Hickman postmortem

As you will no doubt be glad to hear, I am pretty much done with my coverage of the Ayn Rand-Ed Hickman story. But since I had a little free time today, I checked out an online discussion prompted by my blog posts on this subject. Usually I don't venture into online forums, because the atmosphere is often toxic, and the arguments are frequently little better than exchanges of insults. I was happy to see that the discussion on the SOLO (Sense of Life Objectivists) forum was different. It was civil, intelligent, and interesting - albeit regrettably brief.

Some of the comments deserve a reply, which I'll give here, on the off-chance that any of the forum participants happen to stop by.

One member wrote of Ayn Rand:

She was, many Objectivists need to remind themselves, human. A very intelligent human, admirable in some ways, but not infallible, not a goddess of reason, not even psychologically healthy at times.

I think this is a fair and reasonable assessment, and I agree that Objectivists would do well to keep it in mind.

Another member wrote,

Well, the Ayn Rand I know and love would never hold a child murderer up as an actual hero. She was merely looking beyond the criminal and the social outrage to his crimes. She was seeing other motives and drives. She was seeing further than one normally sees in these cases.

There is a hidden assumption here, namely that Ayn Rand was able to see "further than one normally sees in these cases," an assumption that equates to the proposition "Ayn Rand was a great genius." I disagree with this premise, and thus with the argument that follows from it. Objectivists often seem to take it as self-evident that Rand was one of history's greatest minds, and then assume that anything she said must be justifiable somehow, and that any criticism of her views is motivated by "hatred of the good for being the good" (an Objectivist trope).  They rarely consider an alternate possibility - that some of us honestly don't think Rand was a genius or a hero, and that our criticism is motivated by simple disagreement with a position we regard as bizarre and insupportable.

He goes on,

Now what is Prescott's purpose here? It is obviously to imply that Ayn Rand supported murdering children and other abominable crimes (and by further implication, that her philosophy is one of ax-murderers). Believe it or not, that is it. Read his piece and you can see this jump out of almost any paragraph. Ayn Rand the apologist of serial killing and mutilating children.

No, I don't think I said that Rand "supported murdering children." I do think that her admiration for a psychotic killer calls into question both her judgment and her emotional health. I don't think she was "seeing further." She was seeing wrong.

I also didn't say that Rand's "philosophy is one of ax-murderers." However, I will say this: It is at least possible that the view of human nature embodied in Rand's fictional heroes and enshrined in her philosophy may tend to encourage antisocial, even sociopathic tendencies in some of the more impressionable people who are exposed to it.  Note that I said some, not all.

Those who doubt this possibility might want to consider the fact that Howard Roark's decisive demonstration of his individualism comes when he blows up an unoccupied housing project. One of the major set-pieces of Atlas Shrugged is a railway disaster in which the narrator tells us, in no uncertain terms, that an entire trainload of passengers are guilty of philosophical errors and therefore deserve what they get (namely, a horrible death). Atlas's triumphant ending consists of the heroes - a handful of superior humans - celebrating their victory over the altruistic-collectivistic society they left behind, while millions of not-so-superior people are dying, or have already died, in the famine and chaos of a disintegrating country.

There is a thread running from Rand's journal entries about Hickman, through The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged - the common theme that the superior man may do what he likes, even if it entails violence and destruction (blowing up a building), or even mass death (Atlas), because he is not bound by law and morality in the way that the average person is. And this viewpoint is, at least, compatible with the grandiosity and narcissism of the sociopathic personality.

The writer continues,

Why do people do this crap [i.e., write essays like this]? I guess that makes them feel cool or righteous or scratch some itch to be a great thinker when they are not. Maybe Prescott was trying to see further than others and be a genius too and just didn't have too much to look at. Who knows?

Again, we have the "genius" premise coming into play. The assumption is that Rand was "a great thinker" who can (again) "see further than others" and was "a genius." On this premise, anyone who attacks such obvious greatness and brilliance must have some nefarious motive. But since I reject the premise that Rand was a great thinker (etc.), I reject all the inferences that flow from it.

I don't think one has to be a genius to refute Ayn Rand's ideas; such refutations are easily found on the Web, for instance on Michael Huemer's site, and in books by Nyquist, Ryan, Robbins, O'Neill, and Ellis, and in this collection of critical essays.  I don't agree with every argument made by every one of these writers, but all of them make at least some valuable points that show the flaws in Objectivism. Probably none of them is a "genius" (sorry, guys), but one doesn't have to be a genius to cut through the fallacies in Rand's poorly conceived arguments.

In a later post, the same writer has some nice things to say about yours truly:

He [Prescott] certainly does not come off to me as a dastardly villain - he sounds intelligent and like he deeply cares about people. He does his research. And this thing to me seems more like a misfire than outright hostility to Rand's ideas.

I appreciate the kind words and the decency and civility of this statement - qualities that are often sadly absent from online forums. In all honesty, though, I must say that I do feel "outright hostility to Rand's ideas." I think she has been, for the most part, a destructive influence in the lives of people who try to live by her philosophy. I am not saying she intended to be a destructive influence, simply that she (or her worldview) has had that effect. And there are countless testimonials on the Web from ex-Objectivists to back up this claim, including my own. Interested readers can find even more examples in Jeff Walker's book.

Well, I think that's it for the saga of William Edward Hickman. Now it's back to other, more contemporary issues. Like, how about that Michael Jackson, huh? One hundred percent not guilty! And here I thought the guy was a twisted, child-molesting, sexually confused, surgically mutilated freak ...

Just goes to show how very wrong I can be.

Wrapping up Hickman

With this piece, I'll conclude my series of posts on William Edward Hickman, the brutal child killer who caught Ayn Rand's fancy back in 1928. This information, like that in my last posts, is taken from the true-crime book Stolen Away, by Michael Newton, a detailed study of the Hickman case.

One correction: I was mistaken in saying that Hickman's trial was the first use of the insanity defense in United States. In fact, insanity was used as defense by Clarence Darrow when he represented the notorious thrill killers Leopold and Loeb in 1926, and had been used in other cases as well. Darrow managed to save his clients' lives. Hickman's lawyer was not so successful.

Another correction: The drugstore proprietor killed in a shootout during one of Hickman's holdups was apparently hit by Hickman's accomplice, not by Hickman himself. Under California law, however, Hickman and his accomplice were regarded as equally guilty of the murder. Hickman gave up his accomplice shortly after his arrest. Apparently he'd never heard of loyalty among thieves.

Hickman claimed that twelve-year-old Marian Parker was never nervous or upset during her time with him. The coroner in the case, who by coincidence was a neighbor of the Parker family, felt otherwise. Marian's stomach was empty and constricted, indicating that she hadn't eaten in many hours, if not days. "She was a very nervous child," the coroner said, drawing a picture of a scared, anxious victim too terrified to keep her food down.

Despite Rand's romanticized view of Hickman as an uncompromising and unrepentant criminal, he actually tried desperately to save his own neck. He shammed insanity by pitching a fake epileptic fit. He made a couple of halfhearted suicide attempts that were probably intended to garner pity rather than to actually end his life. Later he wrote several long tracts trying to win public sympathy, first by casting himself as insane, then by claiming that some great social good could be accomplished by keeping him alive as an object of scientific study, and finally by announcing his conversion to Christianity.

Clearly he saw himself as a likable figure. In a letter to his mother after his arrest, he wrote,"In spite of everything people can't help but sympathize with me ..." The truth was that almost no one sympathized with Hickman. He was probably the most hated man in America in 1928. The Los Angeles police chief stated publicly that Hickman was "a yellow cur," and with few exceptions -- Ayn Rand among them -- no one disagreed.

In one of his written statements Hickman tried to present himself as a serious thinker, a disaffected youth, and at the same time a clean-cut, wholesome, perfectly ordinary young man. "I am very sensitive and have a strong sense of pride. I have not been able to find a real practical value in religion or enough satisfaction that it is based on absolute reason. My deep thought on this subject and my apparent disappointment with my conclusion have shaken my sense of morality ... I think that if I want something no matter what means I have to use to secure it, I am justified in getting it .... I would like to say that I have no bad personal habits. I have never been drunk or taken any intoxicating drinks. I do not gamble. I have never been in any corrupt conduct with the female sex."

As further evidence of his upstanding moral character, Hickman later said, "I have smoked cigarettes, but never inhaled them." (Remind you of anyone? Hickman, by the way, grew up in Arkansas.)

Hickman regarded himself as a "master mind," as he put it. He seems to have had a peculiar fascination with the word master. In a casual conversation after his arrest, he used the word three times in quick succession. "The little girl's father made the mistake," he said. "He trusted me. That was silly of him. He should have telephoned the police the minute he knew she was kidnapped, in spite of my note warning him not to, because no crook plays fair, and I am a master crook." Asked why he had killed the girl, he replied, "It was this dual force, I think, the impulse to harm anyone I cared for, and a desire to execute a master crime, that made me kill her." Asked if he felt anything about the girl's parents, he said, "I felt no pity for the father. I felt no remorse at all. I just felt I was executing a master stroke."

In fact, Hickman was anything but a criminal mastermind. He was able to stay at large for only a few days, and if not for some careless police work, he would have been arrested the day after Marian Parker's murder. Hickman had stuffed her eviscerated torso with a towel clearly marked with the name of the hotel where he was staying. The LAPD descended on the hotel and searched it, but apparently either overlooked Hickman's room or gave it such a cursory inspection that the evidence of his crime was not found. Once on the run, Hickman called attention to himself by freely spending the $20 bills that had been paid as ransom. He should have known that the nationwide publicity made spending the bills dangerous, especially since bills of that denomination were not too common in those days. His stupidity led directly to his arrest.

Even in Los Angeles County jail, Hickman made idiotic blunders. At one point he attempted to pass a note to a fellow convict. Intercepted by a guard, it put an end to any chance of a successful insanity defense. In the note Hickman had written, "All of the depositions [i.e., his written statements] aren't enough to prove me insane. I've got to throw a fit in court and I intend to throw a laughing, screaming, diving act before the prosecution finishes their case -- maybe in front of old man Parker [the victim's father] himself.

"Then to bewilder the jury, before the case is ended, I'll get up and ask the judge if I can say something without my attorney butting in. Then I'll get up and give all that crap about me wanting to do some good by living [the content of another of his written statements] ...

"For God's sake, tear this thing up, because it would ruin me if it got out ...

"[signed] William Edward Hickman alias 'The Fox'

"Ha! Ha! Ha!

"P.S. You know and I know that I'm not insane however."

Before long the jury knew it, too.

Hickman's most sustained effort to win public sympathy was a long harangue written in an oratorical style, arguing that some mysterious Providence -- which he did not identify with God -- had led him to a life of crime in order to bring about fundamental social changes in America. "Consider society," he pleads at one point, evidently oblivious to the irony of a heinous killer making such an appeal. "I believe I had the makings of a genius," he informs us a little later, before begging, "Listen to my inspired logic." In her journal, Ayn Rand blamed Hickman's criminality on the emptiness and decadence of society. Hickman propounded the same position: "In adverse [or] abnormal American social environments today, there is a tendency for certain unfortunate American youth to become enemies of their own society and to be classified as criminals only because society does not understand them and they do not understand society. These disappointed, dissatisfied, careless young men are the most dangerous faction in the United States today. This army of young criminals is steadily increasing. It is the product of society's own degeneration and weaknesses."

The credo that so impressed Ayn Rand -- "I am like the state: what is good for me is right" -- was apparently a paraphrase, not a direct quotation. The source of the credo seems to be this part of Hickman's written statement: "Everything that I did, I think was right. I did not try to distinguish between right and wrong, because in the custom of various nations, things that were considered right once are now considered wrong. If doing a thing serves my purpose, then it is right, just as it is with a nation."

In his offhand remarks Hickman explained his motivation in simpler language. Was he sorry he hadn't worked at an honest job instead of becoming a kidnapper? "Why work a year for $1500 when I could get it in a few days?" he asked rhetorically. What about violating a person's rights? "Any man has the right to hold up another man if he wants to. Even if the holdup results in murder, it is all right." Did he ever feel compassion for his victims? "No. I figured that what I wanted I had a right to get any way I could." Did his conscience ever trouble him? "My conscience -- I don't feel that I have a conscience." This last statement is probably truthful. The classic sociopath has no conscience.

In his summation the prosecutor nailed the defendant perfectly. He pointed out that the "learned alienists" hired by the defense claimed Hickman "has no feelings, that he has no emotions," then added, "Well, that is partially true, as far as the outside world is concerned. As far as society is concerned he has very little emotions. But as far as he himself is concerned, his emotions are very keen. He has the keen characteristics of a hardened criminal. One of the distinctive features of a man who has been schooled in crime is the keen appreciation of his own rights and his utter disregard for the rights of everyone else."

The jury deliberated only 43 minutes before delivering a verdict of guilty. Appeals were attempted, without success. In those days the wheels of justice turned fast, and Hickman spent just a few months on death row before being led to the gallows on October 19, 1928. He was reported as appearing calm at first, but when he started to climb the gallows platform, his legs gave out, and he had to be hauled up the rest of the way by the guards flanking him. When the noose was put around his neck, he began to faint, and he may have been unconscious when the trap door opened. His swoon actually prolonged his death; the gentle fall meant that his neck did not break, and he dangled, choking slowly, while three spectators passed out in horror.

In an interview with a doctor some months earlier, Hickman had boasted, "I'm not afraid of death."

"Nor of what comes after?" he was asked.

"I don't think there is anything after."

"You have some surprises coming to you,"the doctor said.

You know, I think he did.

Hickman - sick man

In two previous posts I discussed the 1927 murder of twelve-year-old Marian Parker in Los Angeles by nineteen-year-old sociopath William Edward Hickman, and the curious and (I think) disturbing fact that the novelist and popular philosopher Ayn Rand, as a young woman, was fascinated by the case and apparently quite enamored of Hickman himself, whom she saw as a romantic, adventurous, brilliant, superior, and independent "real man."

Because of my newfound interest in this case, I acquired the only recent book on the subject, Stolen Away by Michael Newton, which is out of print but can be obtained through Amazon.com and, no doubt, other online retailers. So far I am only about a hundred pages into the book, but what I have already found has helped considerably to flesh out that Hickman case. For those who might be curious about the further details of this largely forgotten crime, I've put together a short summary of relevant facts that were unknown to me before.

First, a few housekeeping matters. Hickman's full name was William Edward Hickman, but he was known as either Edward or Ed, in order to distinguish him from his father, William. In an addendum to an earlier post I questioned the use of the term "serial killer" to describe Hickman. But it appears that he did in fact commit a number of killings, though only two were proved. Most likely he does qualify as a serial killer, after all. In any event, there's no doubt he was a vicious sociopath. Many people commented on Hickman's above-average intelligence, which presumably explains why Ayn Rand regarded him as "brilliant." Though I see no sign of actual brilliance in him, I will concede that he was fairly smart. For what it's worth, his IQ was measured as 111. This would place him slightly above the median, which is 100. On the other hand, little brilliance was demonstrated in the execution of his crimes. Most were simple holdups or car thefts, and his most ambitious project -- the kidnapping and murder of a little girl -- ended with his arrest in less than a week.

What was Hickman's mental state? Far from being the adventurous and unappreciated outcast imagined by Ayn Rand, Hickman showed obvious symptoms of serious and growing psychological damage throughout his brief life. His mother and grandmother suffered from paranoid schizophrenia and bipolar disorder, and Hickman may well have inherited a tendency toward mental illness. Childhood friends report that he enjoyed wringing the necks of chickens, and that he strangled at least one kitten. The torture and killing of animals is typical behavior for a budding sociopath. In his high school years, Hickman's once promising academic work deteriorated, and he began to exhibit delusional thinking and manic behavior. His friends and acquaintances in high school sized him up as "crazy" and "absolutely insane," at least according to their subsequent testimony. Adults were more easily fooled. His teachers were impressed with his good study habits, and a friend of the family wrote numerous letters of recommendation for the young man, consistently describing him as "an honest, upright, clean living Christian young man." This appraisal should clearly be taken with a very large dose of salt. Sociopaths can be extremely skilled at concealing their disorder from authority figures.

After graduation from high school, Hickman had at least two opportunities to attend college, but despite his stated intention to pursue higher education, he failed to matriculate at one school and dropped out after only a few days of attendance at the second. During this time he committed the first in what would become a surprisingly long series of crimes. Here is a chronological list of Hickman's known or plausibly suspected criminal activity leading up to the kidnap and murder of Marian Parker:

One or two armed robberies as initial ventures.

Armed robbery of a drugstore that ended in a shootout with a police officer and Hickman's fatal shooting of the proprietor.

Possible murder of his accomplice's grandfather, who was thrown from a bridge in Pasadena in a clumsy simulation of suicide, with the motive of obtaining the man's money; unproven, but handwriting analysis indicates Hickman forged at least part of the suicide note.

Forgery of checks while working in a bank; he was convicted but sentenced only to probation.

Possible murder of a man in Kansas with the motive of stealing his car; unproven, but Hickman, driving erratically around the country, was in the right geographical area at the time and matches a description of the suspect.

Armed robbery.

Car theft.

Four more armed robberies of drugstores.

Another car theft.

Possible strangulation of a girl in Milwaukee; unproved, but circumstantial evidence suggests Hickman's guilt.

Several other holdups.

Possibly a fatal gas station robbery; unproved, but again Hickman matches the suspect.

Three more drugstore robberies, all accomplished within thirty minutes ("a record," Hickman later boasted).

Several more robberies.

Car theft.

Armed robbery of yet another drugstore.

Theft of a trombone after kidnapping the store clerk and holding him at gunpoint.

Three more drugstore robberies, with the motive of obtaining chloroform, which he was able to get at the third store.

One more drugstore robbery, this one bungled and not completed.

Hickman was obviously a man on the move -- though he was not going anywhere. Throughout the series of crimes inventoried above, he put thousands of miles on his stolen cars. Extreme restlessness and constant, aimless driving are characteristic of serial killers.

Of course, Hickman's most shocking crime was the murder of Marian Parker. In her journal notes, Ayn Rand makes it seem as if public outrage against Hickman emerged only after his arrest, when people saw how allegedly proud and uncompromising the young man was. In fact, outrage reached a fever pitch as soon as the murder was announced, days before Hickman had been identified or arrested. The murder made the front page of the Sunday Los Angeles Times. Private citizens offered rewards of up to $5000, an enormous sum, for information leading to an arrest. Well before the killer had a name, the Times editorialized, "Staggering to the imagination, abhorrent to every human instinct, are the incredibly horrible circumstances surrounding the murder and mutilation of twelve-year-old Marian Parker ..."

Nor does the murder appear to have been a matter of necessity or a bizarre, spontaneous impulse. By Hickman's own account, the kidnapped girl cooperated fully with him. Indeed, the degree of her cooperation is startling; she stayed meekly in the car even when he went into a building to mail a ransom letter. One can only assume that children in those days were brought up to obey their elders -- for better or worse. And although Hickman later claimed that the inexplicable urge to kill Marian came over him all at once, an accomplice of his from earlier crimes reported Hickman musing one day that he would like to chop somebody up and dump the pieces of the body along a highway -- which is, of course, exactly what he did to Marian.

Hickman demanded ransom, but the amount was small in comparison with other kidnappings of the same period. A certain Dr. Paul Bowers, Loyola College professor of legal medicine, probably got it right when he theorized that the ransom was only a smokescreen for the murderous "gratification of the abnormal sexual impulse." A contemporary psychiatrist, Victor Parkin, described Hickman to a T when he said that the typical sadist possessed an inordinate degree of both "cunning and egotism." And Dr. Joseph Catton, a psychiatrist in San Francisco, speculated that the killer had an "emotional disturbance that probably affects his sex life," adding, "I feel that this case cries out for vengeance."

Indeed, Hickman's sadistic tormenting of the girl's father and his irrational need for control are quite evident in the ransom notes. Often headed with the word Death (the letter d replaced by the Greek delta) and signed "Fate" or "Fox," the letters unintentionally reveal the psychology of their writer. In one note he describes himself as "a master mind [sic]" and not "a common crook or kidnapper," clearly signaling his delusional grandiosity. After Marian's father made the mistake of contacting the police, Hickman wrote, "I'm vexed and disgusted with you! ... You're insane to betray your love for your daughter ... I will be two billion times as cautious, as clever, and as deadly from now on. You have brought this on yourself and you deserve it and worse. A man who betrays his love for his daughter is a second Judas Iscariot -- many times more wicked than the worst modern criminal ..."

Observe the obvious psychological projection of a sociopath calling his victim "insane" and "many times more wicked than the worst modern criminal." Observe also the attempt to shift blame to the father by claiming that he has brought the death of his daughter on himself and deserves it.

Hickman claims that if Marian dies, he will no longer ask for the ransom because he would not "ask you for your $1500 for a lifeless mass of flesh ... I am base and low but won't stoop to that depth ..."

In fact, he did stoop to that depth. By his own admission, he wrote the last ransom note after Marian was dead, and he collected the money with Marian's dead body, or part of it, on the passenger seat of his car.

Sociopaths are known for their inability to see other human beings as fully real. Hickman appears to fulfill this criterion. Consider the following two quotes from Hickman himself: "The idea of kidnapping a young person and holding it for ransom came to me as a means of securing money for college." "He [i.e., Marian's father at the ransom drop] asked for his daughter, and I raised the head of the child so that he could see its face. He asked if it was alive. I said, 'Yes, she is sleeping.'" (Emphases added.)

I realize that in those days the pronoun it was used more frequently to refer to a young child than it would be today. But it's my impression that such usage was normally restricted to very small children -- infants and toddlers -- and would not have been customary when referring to a twelve-year-old. Is Hickman's use of that dehumanizing, depersonalizing pronoun an indication of his fundamental lack of empathy, his objectification of the victim?

Incidentally, notice that he justifies the kidnapping with the claim that he needed money for college -- after he had already turned down two opportunities to attend college.

There is, then, no need to engage in Ayn Rand's psychological or philosophical rationalizations in order to understand the public hostility toward Hickman. The facts of the crime he committed are more than sufficient to explain the outcry against him. And those facts are worse than I had previously known. In my earlier posts, I said that Hickman killed the twelve-year-old girl and then dismembered and eviscerated her. This was actually a considerable understatement.

In truth, when Hickman butchered Marian in the bathtub of his hotel room, the girl was probably still alive.

(I caution readers with delicate stomachs that what follows is extremely unpleasant, graphic, and disturbing. Some may wish to stop reading at this point. Although I hesitate to go into the details, I think that only a thorough appreciation of what Hickman did -- and how he later described it -- can give us a full insight into his crime and the public's response.)

As Hickman later told the story, Marian was tied to a chair and blindfolded, thus completely helpless. It was at this point that he suddenly decided to pull a towel around her neck and strangle her. Although he said that the process of strangulation took two minutes, during which time Marian struggled, he nonetheless claimed, "I'm sure she never actually suffered."

Two minutes is a long time when you're being murdered. Still, such a death would have been relatively quick. Unfortunately, there is good reason to question whether Marian was actually strangled at all.

In a case of strangulation, the victim normally will show obvious signs such as swollen tongue, discolored face, contusions around the neck, and pinpoint hemorrhages in the eyes. According to the coroner in the Marian Parker case, the girl's tongue and eyes were normal, her face was not discolored, and there were no contusions on her neck. One might like to think that Hickman used some of the stolen chloroform on her, but the autopsy revealed no evidence of the application of chloroform or any other drug.

Moreover -- and this, I warn you, is where the story gets really ugly -- Hickman's own description of the dismemberment of the girl strongly suggests that she was still alive and at least minimally aware. He placed her in the bathtub and, with a large pocketknife, proceded to cut her throat. "I started to bleed her. I reached down and cut her in the neck, but I could see that I didn't get the jugular vein. At this time, she kind of came to, started to get up." He thrust her down into the tub and severed her left and right arms at the elbows. "As I cut the limbs and body, there were heavy issues of blood and jerks of the flesh to indicate that life had not completely left the body." As he continued with his butchery, he claims that her heart had stopped, but even then "the blood was coming by spurts." But if the blood was spurting, then Marian's heart must have been still beating. And even when Hickman bisected the spinal cord, "the upper part of the body still jerked."

Exactly what Hickman did probably cannot be reconstructed at this point. Clearly he found some way to prevent the girl from crying out, since her screams would have alerted other guests in the hotel. But the fact that she was unable to scream does not mean she was dead or even unconscious. Most likely she was subdued in some way, then gagged -- perhaps with the very towel that was later stuffed into her hollowed-out abdomen.

The crime, then, was not simply a quick and relatively painless murder followed by a methodical disarticulation of the body. Rather, it was the heinous butchery of a girl who was still alive and probably at least marginally conscious during part of the mutilations. She was not dissected, but vivisected. I would say that this fact alone is sufficient to account for the public outcry against Hickman. No elaborate Nietzschean theorizing is required.

Having thoroughly deconstructed his victim, Hickman wrapped the girl's limbs, intestines, pelvis, and thighs in newspaper, then later distributed these gruesome parcels in L.A.'s Elysian Park, scattering them along the roadside just as he had fantasized months earlier.

How upset was Hickman by what he had done? He claimed that he wept, and perhaps he did -- though as Michael Newton trenchantly observes, the tears were less likely an expression of grief than of a letdown after the adrenaline rush of the murder.

Whatever remorse Hickman might have felt did not stop him from going to the movies later that day, or from attending another movie the day after.