欧洲人总是讥笑老美没文化,其实美国佬在六七十年代很有过一阵文化的。这也托越战的福,美国年青人爱好和平,反战反种族歧视,期间涌现了大批出色的音乐和文学作品,比如谁人乐队、鲍勃狄伦等等。1968,是魔鬼现身的一年,从南美的阿根廷到欧洲的巴黎,从红色中国到黑色纽约,全世界疯狂,不是打仗就是游行。在这段文化黄金年代,美国国内富有真诚理想的一代愿为他们梦想的五花八门的歪理正道抛头颅洒热血,开明的政治气氛也助长了不少左倾理论和邪教团体的产生。 我今天讲的这个昏头党的故事可以算是美国这三十年的一个缩影吧。美国是很有些疯癫巫魔文化的。比如现在在位的党就有点巫魔气。
故事的主人公名叫查理•曼森(Charles Manson)。 曼森兄弟苦大仇深,一生下来就不知道父亲是谁。母亲,他最爱的人,是一个妓女。当他有一天知道圣母一样的母亲竟然靠卖肉来养活他时,他痛不欲生,从此坚决地与这个世界誓不两立了。他游走在法律边缘,多次逃学,几十次逃离少年管教所。
和当时很多的青少年一样,曼森极度迷恋披头士的音乐,而且随大流,亦迷上了另外一样非常流行的东西──毒品。从管教所出来以后,接连不断作点小偷小摸打劫诈骗的勾当,除了为了生计,更是为了报复社会。但他也曾向善,想重新做人。在保释外出期间,他曾两度结婚,如一个正常的普通人般组织家庭,但两次婚姻也以失败告终。1957年左右,他因为触犯了假释规定,被法官从严,判处10年监禁。他其实没作太坏的事情,而法官因为他的反叛倔强不合作,硬要给他重刑。他一进去还不想出来了,因为他在监狱里有幸遇见高人,指点他弹吉他。他对音乐如痴如醉,结果,10年期满了,他还想赖在监狱里不出来,政府可不干,你想怎么样就怎么样啊,想呆监狱享受免费食宿空调啊,没门儿!把他又一脚踢回社会。
1967年,他怅怅然晃荡到了三番市,不曾想,咦哈,原来这里才是乌托邦天堂啊,美女毒品遍地都是。正是嬉皮运动高潮,类似我们的红五月似的,到处莺歌燕舞,不仅有无政府主义,激进的消极的逃避的简直什么主义都有。当时你要去三番市,不是像歌里面唱的要戴上一朵花儿,而是要带上一把自动手枪。对,就是那么危险刺激。
曼大哥这个开心啊,那时他刚32岁,正是男人最有魅力的时候。而且曼大哥通过在监狱里艰苦的学习和锻炼,把一帮从没吃过苦的中产阶级少爷小姐们骗得晕晕糊糊的。不到几个月,身边就聚积了好多美女帅哥,大家都想跟曼大哥亲近亲近,0距离接触,染点仙气儿,甚至挑灯夜战废寝忘食学习革命理论,有个女共青团员就很勇敢,真的革了一次命,她居然爱曼哥爱到咬下了他的半截儿命根子。为了证明自己法力无边,曼大哥第二天口含一口仙气,命根子就神奇地复原了。这下子可好,奇迹有了,大家激动得欢呼雀跃,也跟大哥学魔法,狂吸白粉LSD,这一奇迹成为凝聚党内的强大力量。到了 1968 年,曼大哥的黑帮里就已经有了 25 个主要会员和 60 个一般党员。基本上跟俺目前咖啡店的人数差不多。曼哥给这个党起了个名字叫曼森家族。
曼大哥深深懂得没有理论基础的革命是不成功的革命。因此他研究了一下当前的革命和反革命形势,总结出了他自己的革命理论。这个理论就是著名的Helter Skelter。曼大哥是上帝的代言人,基督转世,要替天行道。他高瞻远瞩地预见核战争一触即发,世界末日即将到来,在此之前,将要有一场激烈的族裔和阶级斗争弓在弦上迫在眉睫,只有黑哥儿们和他的信徒才可以存活下来。1968年则是这场运动爆发的一年,所以他们要时刻准备著。但他的预言并没有在那一年发生。因而他告诉他的追随者们,黑人们太笨了,他们不知道如何起来为他们的利益抗争,所以曼森家族的人要担负起历史重任,把傻黑们组织起来,替黑大哥们灭白人。今天我们觉得曼大哥白粉用多了,一派精神病院的胡言乱语,但回想一下那个时代的情形,核战争的恐怖威胁,什么样的天方夜谭都有人相信的。中国不就曾是这样的吗?还记得几千万人转移大三线,挖防空洞吗?比这荒唐多了,那你也说伟大领袖用多了白粉?
非常滑稽的是曼大哥把他的思想概括成为Helter Skelter(旋转滑梯)。旋转滑梯是披头士在68年录制的一首歌,其中旋转滑梯是英国游乐场里玩的一种类似迪斯尼乐园里冲浪滑梯一样的旋转滑梯。可曼大哥没出国留过洋,他就觉得这歌词酷得不行,玄啊,里面藏了好多密码机关,披头士把预言写在了歌里面,你们这帮傻B还不明白?!他深信不疑披头士在用歌词跟他交流,特别是这张68年的专辑《白色》。表达的就是黑人反抗白人统治,反抗白人奴役的呼声。曼森相信歌词里的石头浣熊指的就是黑人,还有“快乐就是暖手枪”(后来成为乐队“性感手枪”的名字),他认为这不只是关于性爱的,是披头士要大家武装起来的号召。
Helter Skelte的歌词是这样的:
跌落低谷的时候
我又回到滑梯的顶端
稍一停下来 我转身去飚车
直到我再次沉到谷底,又见到了你
你想,你想让我爱你吗?
我堕落得很快,可我却在你之上好远
告诉我告诉我告诉我快告诉给我个答案
你也许是个情人可你却不会跳舞
旋转滑梯旋转滑梯转转转
转个不停
你想,你想让我造就你吗?
我堕落得很快,可我却不会让你失败
告诉我告诉我告诉我快告诉给我个答案
你也许是个情人可你却不会跳舞
注意 旋转 旋转滑梯旋转滑梯转转转
转个不停看 准备 看她来了
她滑得很快 很快就来
本来曼大哥开著破车,带著他的美人儿们快乐逍遥也就挺好的了,可他还喜欢拯救全人类。他逢人便说自己是启示录里所描述的第五个天使,而其他四个天使则是甲克虫乐队的四个成员。
理论纲领准备就绪,下面就是武装革命的行动了。混头党青年团员们组织了一场替黑大哥报仇雪恨的行动,他们开跋到好莱坞导演波兰斯基的家里了。
那一天,如果曼哥的神经没有搭错线的话,他今天肯定跟披头士一样有名了。可惜他吸了太多白粉,脑筋坏掉,觉得自己是齐天大圣,可以无法无天了。
1969 年8月9日的清晨,清洁工查普曼太太一如既往地来到一间毫宅打扫卫生,她一进门就给吓得七魂出窍了。一场残不忍睹的凶杀使这座气派的洋房成为充满屠戮与鲜血的地狱。经警方证实,包括女主人塔特在内有五人被害,尸体上总共发现102处刀伤,且均中数枪,死者表现得极为痛苦。已有八个月身孕的塔特身中16刀, 她和化妆师杰伊•斯普林被用绳子吊在起居室内,凶手用她的鲜血在墙上涂写了“杀死猪猡”、“起义”等口号,而此时的波兰斯基正在伦敦筹备新片的拍摄。由于 没有任何物品失窃,凶案显得扑朔迷离,波兰斯基本人亦成为怀疑的对象,甚至有人猜测这与《罗斯玛莉的婴儿》中的魔鬼家族有关。1969年12月1日,洛杉矶警察局长埃德•戴维斯宣布经过8750个小时的工作,塔特谋杀案终告侦破。凶手系曼森家族的一男三女四名成员,而幕后主使者就是他们曼森大哥。关于凶杀动机,有说曼森希望以此惩罚统治阶级的奢华堕落,也有说房子的前任主人曾与曼森有所过节,无论如何,都为这个血案蒙上了一层神秘色彩。从此,曼森一词也就成为杀人狂的一种代称。
故事到这里似乎就完了,革命行动失败,团员作鸟兽散,一切恢复平静。但是,曼大哥很有能量。他的这些死硬女青年团团员,虽然个个都是超级美女,居然为了大哥愿意把牢底坐穿。想来俺们的台湾同胞李敖大哥还没这么勇敢呢。
- posted on 07/19/2005
狂人manson写的歌词,很蛊惑、诱人。 1968年写的。 曾经有传言说他能把法官催眠。
…………………………………………
MUSIC
By Charles Manson
The following are lyrics to some of Manson's songs. Musician Neil
Young once said of Manson: "I met Manson through Dennis Wilson. He
wanted to make records. He wanted me to introduce him to Mo Ostin at
Reprise. He had this kind of music that nobody else was doing. He
would sit down with a guitar and start playing and making up stuff,
different every time, it just kept comin' out, comin' out, comin' out.
Then he would stop and you would never hear that one again. Musically,
I thought he was very unique. I thought he really had something
crazy, something great. He was like a living poet."
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NEVER SAY NEVER TO ALWAYS
Always is always forever
As one is one is one
Inside yourself for your father
All is none all is none all is none
It's time to drop all from behind us
The illusion has been just a dream
The Valley of Death may not find us
Now as then on a sunshine beam
So bring only your perfection
For then life will surely be
No cold no fear no hunger
You can see you can see you can see
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CEASE TO EXIST
Pretty girl, pretty, pretty girl
Cease to Exist
Just come and say you love me
Give up your world
C'mon you can see
I'm your kind, I'm your kind
You can see
Walk on, walk on
I love you pretty girl
My life is yours and
You can have my world
Never had a lesson
I ever learned
But I know we all get our turn
I love you
Submission is a gift
Go on, give it to your brother
Love and understanding is for one another
I'm your kind, I'm your kind
I'm your mind
I'm your brother
I never had a lesson I ever learned
But I know we all get our turn
And I love you
Never learned not to love you
I never learned
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MECHANICAL MAN
I am a mechanical man, a mechanical man
And I do the best I can
Because I have my Family
I am a mechanical boy
I am my mother's toy
And I play in the backyard sometimes
I am a mechanical boy
It's an illusion
Postulated, mocked up
Through confusion
Confusion, it's an illusion
Utter confusion
Live on in your illusion
That won't wear out
I had a little monkey
And I sent him to the country
And I fed him ginger bread
Along came a choo choo
And knocked my monkey koo koo
And now my monkey's dead
You're so mechanical and you go and lay down
And I wonder how
A brown cow could say...
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SICK CITY
Sick city, yeah, restless people
From the sick city burnt their houses down
To make the sky look pretty
What can I do, I'm just a person
This is the line we always seem to hear
You just sit, things get worse
And watch TV and drink your beer
Walking all alone
Not going anywhere
Nobody seemed to care
Restless as the wind
This town is killing me
Got to put an end to this restless misery
I'm just one of those restless people
Can never seem to be satisfied
With living in this sick old sick old
Sick city
It may be too late for me to say goodbye
And I might be too late
To watch this sick old city die
Going on the road
Yeah I'm gonna try
To say sick city so long farewell
And die
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EYES OF A DREAMER
It's all in the eyes of a dreamer
It's all in the eyes of a man
All the things we've done in life
And all the things we've planned
Is the world as sad as it seems?
Where are men's hopes?
Where are men's dreams?
In the eyes of a dreamer
In the eyes of a man
All the songs have been sung
All the saints have been hung
The wars and cries have been wailed
All the people have been jailed
In the eyes of a dreamer
In the eyes of a man
And you are the man
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MAN'S SON
Now I'm lookin' right here, inside myself
I've got my eyes closed
I'm looking backward through my brain
Thinkin' about what I'm thinkin' about
Wonderin' if there is an insane
Talkin' about a whisper
Whisperin' in my mind
Talkin' about forever
Beyond illusions of time
Talkin' about forever and ever and ever
Beyond all illusions
Faith so hard is mine
And I was just a man's son
And I was any old one
Of a million million million
in the minds of all I see
Infinity, infinity
Noise has come to my ears
From some television
In the skies of mind
Televisions in the sky of blind
Television reruns and reruns and reruns
All the time
World is just in my lonesome
child's mind, all the time
If you had no time
You'd have to be right now
The world's spinning around in space
Spinning around on my face
Take the place of a race
That's already been won
Things are in perfection
when you see
Things are in perfection
soul to see
All is all and everything you
could love or be
All is now and now is all
in my heart can you see
======================================================================
- posted on 07/19/2005
POETRY
By Charles Manson
The following were written by Manson in 1984 at the Vacaville
Medical Facility.
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DREAMS OF CHANNEL FIVE
Set out on the road ran
Set to run through graveyards of man
Set to raise righteous war
Set to complete this endless opening door
Look into vast
Timeless
Lasting forever
Or as long as we can hold the moment
Avenues of church pews
Hold the fears
Look into spirituals
Circles on circles
Some have denied their wheel
Coming around again
Back through
What I feel
Numberless
Slumbering dragons
Leading their prey
Through dreams of channel five
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A POEM ABOUT AN OLD PRISON MAN
Waiting on Death Row
People coming in overalls
Taking me to the gas chamber
Scuffling of feet
They took him down the hallway
Feeling everyone's heartbeat
The central control of the soul
Batons and retro-tons
Ingrown toenails
One time all around you
All round you, bump-bump
Save my air, save my air
My air, my air
Air, water, trees
Machines eating the night
Energy moving
Nuclear fires
Burning reactors on my gate
Fires of hell are burning
Come home
Can you see
Can you say
That you say
That you really love this place?
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FIRST RECOLLECTION
I was in the back of this horse-drawn wagon
Some kids had a bucket over my head
They were poundin' on this bucket
The people drivin' the wagon (Uncle Jess)
Looked over the seat, down at me
And told me to "Shut up the racket"
Then I was in a cabin once
A ghost with no head came to me
With a long butcher knife
Scared my mother
She put that fear off on me
I took that fear and went with my grandmother
I remember ridin' on this train, singin'
"I've been workin' on the railroad"
My grandpa worked on the railroad
The C & O down in Kentucky
Around Big Sandy and Morehead
Up in the Blue Ridge Mountains
Paradise on earth, woods and weeds
We were still a reality
Then grandma told me about Jesus
Tellin' me to give my heart to the Lord
So I did that, just what she told me to do
It was right there by the Federal prison
In a little Nazarene church
I went on down the road from that
With that bucket on my head:
"Shut up that racket Charlie!"
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RAGS, THIS IS A LETTER TO YOU
It is my hope and dream
To hook up through the satellites
With everyone that's in the Family
Red and Blue, Green, Gold and Yellow
All the girls that are in jail with me
That gave their lives, took their lives
Gave their lives again
This is on the other side of the noose
That hangs in the sky
Where the infinite consciousness
Within all living things cry
Sometimes you can just hang there and fly
I was going to give you some poetry
Of how it feels to be lonely
To be alone, with no one, sitting down in the hole
No letters for five years
Just turned sixteen
I almost got adopted once
But they took a guy who was deaf and dumb
Brought him to California
Put him on a ranch
He took a gun and started shooting cows
Johnny Holiday
All the cowboys in the Rio were like outlaws
Steel sharpened
Knives came through the spirits eyes
Landed right on my tongue
I had to learn everything all by myself
The first thing I learned was:
Don't Trust Anyone
No more than you do yourself
If we're gonna do something in this world
We've gotta do it right
Underneath all that ever was
Reasons and rhymes wound up tight
Astral flight, my spiralling staircase dreams
Lucifer my brother, died of strings
Come on in, with your organ, cupid-man flies
Coming down the highway, crystal palace dreams
Dreams dreamin' on, know what I'm feelin'
Far is the country, way out on a balmy sea
Sail--Sailing on home boy, sailing on home
Singing it on home - Re: charles mansonposted on 07/19/2005
- posted on 07/20/2005
manson为自己写的辩护:
On November 20, 1970, Charles Manson announced in court that he wished to testify. Rather than be questioned by his attorney, Irving Kanarek, Manson asked permission to make a statement. Judge Older granted his request. His statement, made outside the presence of the jury, lasted over an hour. The following are excerpts from Manson's statement, followed by Prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi's brief cross-examination:
There has been a lot of charges and a lot of things said about me and brought against the co-defendants in this case, of which a lot could be cleared up and clarified. . . .
I never went to school, so I never growed up to read and write too good, so I have stayed in jail and I have stayed stupid, and I have stayed a child while I have watched your world grow up, and then I look at the things that you do and I don't understand. . . .
You eat meat and you kill things that are better than you are, and then you say how bad, and even killers, your children are. You made your children what they are. . . .
These children that come at you with knives. they are your children. You taught them. I didn't teach them. I just tried to help them stand up. . . .
Most of the people at the ranch that you call the Family were just people that you did not want, people that were alongside the road, that their parents had kicked out, that did not want to go to Juvenile Hall. So I did the best I could and I took them up on my garbage dump and I told them this: that in love there is no wrong. . . .
I told them that anything they do for their brothers and sisters is good if they do it with a good thought. . . .
I was working at cleaning up my house, something that Nixon should have been doing. He should have been on the side of the road, picking up his children, but he wasn't. He was in the White House, sending them off to war. . . .
I don't understand you, but I don't try. I don't try to judge nobody. I know that the only person I can judge is me . . . But I know this: that in your hearts and your own souls, you are as much responsible for the Vietnam war as I am for killing these people. . . .
I can't judge any of you. I have no malice against you and no ribbons for you. But I think that it is high time that you all start looking at yourselves, and judging the lie that you live in.
I can't dislike you, but I will say this to you: you haven't got long before you are all going to kill yourselves, because you are all crazy. And you can project it back at me . . . but I am only what lives inside each and everyone of you.
My father is the jailhouse. My father is your system. . . I am only what you made me. I am only a reflection of you.
I have ate out of your garbage cans to stay out of jail. I have wore your second-hand clothes. . . I have done my best to get along in your world and now you want to kill me, and I look at you, and then I say to myself, You want to kill me? Ha! I'm already dead, have been all my life. I've spent twenty-three years in tombs that you built.
Sometimes I think about giving it back to you; sometimes I think about just jumping on you and letting you shoot me . . . If I could, I would jerk this microphone off and beat your brains out with it, because that is what you deserve, that is what you deserve. . . .
If I could get angry at you, I would try to kill everyone of you. If that's guilt, I accept it . . .These children, everything they done, they done for the love of their brother. . . .
If I showed them that I would do anything for my brother--including giving my life for my brother on the battlefield--and then they pick up their banner, and they go off and do what they do, that is not my responsibility. I don't tell people
what to do . . . .
These children [indicating the female defendants] were finding themselves. What they did, if they did whatever they did, is up to them. They will have to explain that to you. . . .
It's all your fear. You look for something to project it on, and you pick out a little old scroungy nobody that eats out of a garbage can, and that nobody wants, that was kicked out of the penitentiary, that has been dragged through every hellhole that you can think of, and you drag him and put him in a courtroom.
You expect to break me? Impossible! You broke me years ago. You killed me years ago. . . .
[Judge Older asked Manson if he had anything further to say.]
I have killed no one and I have ordered no one to be killed. I may have implied on several different occasions to several different people that I may have been Jesus Christ, but I haven't decided yet what I am or who I am. Some called him Christ, Manson said. In prison his name was a number. Some now want a sadistic fiend, and so they see him as that. So be it. Guilty. Not guilty. They are only words. You can do anything you want with me, but you cannot touch me because I am only my love. . . If you put me in the penitentiary, that means nothing because you kicked me out of the last one. I didn't ask to get released. I liked it in there because I like myself.
[ Judge Older told Manson, "You seem to be getting far afield." He told Manson to stick to the issue raised in the trial.]
The issues? . . . Mr. Bugliosi is a hard-driving prosecutor, polished education, a master of words, semantics. He is a genius. He has got everything that every lawyer would want to have except one thing: a case. He doesn't have a case. Were I allowed to defend myself, I could have proven this to you. . .The evidence in this case is a gun. There was a gun that laid around the ranch. It belonged to everybody. Anybody could have picked that gun up and done anything they wanted to do with it. I don't deny having that gun. That gun has been in my possession many times. Like the rope was there because you need rope on a ranch. . . .It is really convenient that Mr. Baggot found those clothes. I imagine he got a little taste of money for that. . . .They put the hideous bodies on [photographic] display and they imply: If he gets out, see what will happen to you. . . .[Helter Skelter] means confusion, literally. It doesn't mean any war with anyone. It doesn't mean that some people are going to kill other people. . . Helter Skelter is confusion. Confusion is coming down around you fast. If you can't see the confusion coming down around you fast, you can call it what you wish. . Is it a conspiracy that the music is telling the youth to rise up against the establishment because the establishment is rapidly destroying things? Is that a conspiracy? The music speaks to you every day, but you are too deaf, dumb, and blind to even listen to the music. . . It is not my conspiracy. It is not my music. I hear what it relates. It says "Rise," it says "Kill." Why blame it on me? I didn't write the music. . . .
Danny DeCarlo. . .said that I hate black men, and he said that we thought alike. . . But actually all I ever did with Danny DeCarlo or any other human being was reflect him back at himself. If he said he did not like the black man, I would say 'O.K.' So consequently he would drink another beer and walk off and say 'Charlie thinks like I do.' But actually he does not know how Charlie thinks because Charlie has never projected himself. I don't think like you people. You people put importance on your lives. Well, my life has never been important to anyone. . . .
[Linda Kasabian] gets on the stand and she says when she looked in that man's eyes that was dying, she knew that it was my fault. She knew it was my fault because she couldn't face death. And if she can't face death, that is not my fault. I can face death. I have all the time. In the penitentiary you live with it, with constant fear of death, because it is a violent world in there, and you have to be on your toes constantly. . . .
[I taught the Family] not to be weak and not to lean on me. . . .I told [Paul Watkins],"To be a man, boy, you have to stand up and be your own father." So he goes off to the desert and finds a father image in Paul Crockett. . . .
I do feel some responsibility. I feel a responsibility for the pollution. I feel a responsibility for the whole thing. . . .To be honest with you, I don't recall ever saying "Get a knife and a change of clothes and go do what Tex says." Or I don't recall saying "Get a knife and go kill the sheriff." In fact, it makes me mad when someone kills snakes or dogs or cats or horses.
I don't even like to eat meat-that is how much I am against killing. . . .
I haven't got any guilt about anything because I have never been able to see any wrong. . . I have always said: Do what your love tells you, and I do what my love tells me . . . Is it my fault that your children do what you do? What about your children? You say there are just a few? There are many, many more, coming in the same direction. They are running in the streets-and they are coming right at you!
Cross-examination by Vincent Bugliosi:
Q. You say you are already dead, is that right, Charlie?
A. Dead in your mind or dead in my mind?
Q. Define it any way you want to.
A. As any child will tell you, dead is when you are no more. It is just when you are not there. If you weren't there, you would be dead.
Q. How long have you been dead? . . To be precise about it, you think you have been dead for close to 2,000
years, don't you?
A. Mr. Bugliosi, 2,000 years is relative to the second we live in.
Q. Suffice it to say, Department 104 is a long way from Calvary, isn't that true?...
Q. The jury in this case never heard a single, solitary word you said. . .Mr. Manson, are you willing to testify in front of the jury and tell them the same things that you have testified to here in open court today?
[ Kanarek objected and Judge Older sustained the objection. Older asked Manson if he now wished to testify before the jury. He replied, "I have already relieved all the pressure I had." Manson left the stand. As he walked by the counsel table, he told his three co-defendants, "You don't have to testify now."]
1986 Parole Statement
In 1986, Manson sent the California Parole Board a lengthy statement. The following is an excerpt from that statement:
All of the judgments and the blame that is pushed off on me will be reflected back in the fires of the Holy War that call crime....I did invoke a balance for life on Earth. From behind the time locks of courtrooms and from the worlds of darkness, I did let loose devils and demons with the power of scorpions to torment. I did unseal seven seals and seven jars in accord with the judgments placed upon me...You've drugged me for years, dragging me up and down prison hallways, laying my head on every chopping block you've got, chained me, burnt me, but you cannot defeat me...In all that was said about me, it was not me saying it, and if you see a false prophet, it is only a reflection of your own judgments."
1997 Parole Statement
In March 1997, the California Parole Board, for the ninth consecutive time, announced that it would deny parole to Charles Manson. The Board gave as its reason that Manson "would pose an unreasonable risk and danger tosociety and a threat to public safety if released from prison." Manson responded briefly to the Board's announcement:
I accept this decision. That's cool. What I'd like for you to do in your own minds personally, everybody that has a personal mind of their own, could possibly consider that the longer that you let this conviction stand, and this little Helter Skelter scheme of the District Attorney to give his particular reality over into the play, that's going to be the reality that they're perpetuating. That's not the reality that I'm perpetuating. I'm not saying that I wasn't involved. I'm saying that I did not break man's law nor did I break God's law. Consider that in the judgments that you have for yourselves. Good day. Thank you. - posted on 07/21/2005
反叛过头的倒霉教主曼森
欧洲人总是讥笑老美没文化,其实美国佬在六七十年代很有过一阵文化的。这也托越战的福,美国年青人爱好和平,反战反种族歧视,期间涌现了大批出色的音乐和文学作品,比如谁人乐队、鲍勃狄伦等等。1968,是魔鬼现身的一年,从南美的阿根廷到欧洲的巴黎,从红色中国到黑色纽约,全世界疯狂,不是打仗就是游行。在这段文化黄金年代,美国国内富有真诚理想的一代愿为他们梦想的五花八门的歪理正道抛头颅洒热血,开明的政治气氛也助长了不少左倾理论和邪教团体的产生。 我今天讲的这个昏头党的故事可以算是美国这三十年的一个缩影吧。美国是很有些疯癫巫魔文化的。比如现在在位的党就有点巫魔气。
故事的主人公名叫查理•曼森(Charles Manson)。 曼森兄弟苦大仇深,一生下来就不知道父亲是谁。母亲,他最爱的人,是一个妓女。当他有一天知道圣母一样的母亲竟然靠卖肉来养活他时,他痛不欲生,从此坚决地与这个世界誓不两立了。他游走在法律边缘,多次逃学,几十次逃离少年管教所。
和当时很多的青少年一样,曼森极度迷恋披头士的音乐,而且随大流,亦迷上了另外一样非常流行的东西──毒品。从管教所出来以后,接连不断作点小偷小摸打劫诈骗的勾当,除了为了生计,更是为了报复社会。但他也曾向善,想重新做人。在保释外出期间,他曾两度结婚,如一个正常的普通人般组织家庭,但两次婚姻也以失败告终。1957年左右,他因为触犯了假释规定,被法官从严,判处10年监禁。他其实没作太坏的事情,而法官因为他的反叛倔强不合作,硬要给他重刑。他一进去还不想出来了,因为他在监狱里有幸遇见高人,指点他弹吉他。他对音乐如痴如醉,结果,10年期满了,他还想赖在监狱里不出来,政府可不干,你想怎么样就怎么样啊,想呆监狱享受免费空调啊,没那么容易地。把他又一脚踢回社会。
1967年,他怅怅然晃荡到了三番市,不曾想,咦哈,原来这里才是乌托邦天堂啊,美女毒品遍地都是。正是嬉皮运动高潮,类似我们的红五月似的,到处莺歌燕舞,不仅有无政府主义,激进的消极的逃避的简直什么主义都有。当时你要去三番市,不是像歌里面唱的要戴上一朵花儿,而是要带上一把自动手枪。对,就是那么危险刺激。
曼大哥这个开心啊,那时他刚32岁,正是男人最有魅力的时候。而且曼大哥通过在监狱里艰苦的学习和锻炼,把一帮从没吃过苦的中产阶级少爷小姐们骗得晕晕糊糊的。不到几个月,身边就聚积了好多美女帅哥,大家都想跟曼大哥亲近亲近,0距离接触,染点仙气儿,甚至挑灯夜战废寝忘食学习革命理论,有个女共青团员就很勇敢,真的革了一次命,她居然爱曼哥爱到咬下了他的半截儿命根子。为了证明自己法力无边,曼大哥第二天口含一口仙气,命根子就神奇地复原了。这下子可好,奇迹有了,大家激动得欢呼跳跃,也跟大哥学魔法,狂吸白粉LSD,这一奇迹成为凝聚党内的强大力量。到了 1968 年,曼大哥的黑帮里就已经有了 25 个主要会员和 60 个一般党员。基本上跟俺目前咖啡店的人数差不多。 曼大哥给这个党起了个名字叫曼森家族。
曼大哥深深懂得没有理论基础的革命是不成功的革命。因此他研究了一下当前的革命和反革命形势,总结出了他自己的革命理论。这个理论就是著名的Helter Skelter。曼大哥是上帝的代言人,基督转世,要替天行道。他高瞻远瞩地预见核战争一触即发,世界末日即将到来,在此之前,将要有一场激烈的族裔和阶级斗争弓在弦上迫在眉睫,只有黑哥儿们和他的信徒才可以存活下来。1968年则是这场运动爆发的一年,所以他们要时刻准备著。但他的预言并没有在那一年发生。因而他告诉他的追随者们,黑人们太笨了,他们不知道如何起来为他们的利益抗争,所以曼森家族的人要担负起历史重任,把傻黑们组织起来,替黑大哥们灭白人。今天我们觉得曼大哥白粉用多了,一派精神病院的胡言乱语,但回想一下那个时代的情形,核战争的恐怖威胁,什么样的天方夜谭都有人相信的。中国不就曾是这样的吗?还记得几千万人转移大三线,挖防空洞吗?比这荒唐多了,那你也说伟大领袖用多了白粉?
非常滑稽的是曼大哥把他的思想概括成为Helter Skelter(旋转滑梯)。旋转滑梯是披头士在68年录制的一首歌,其中旋转滑梯是英国游乐场里玩的一种类似迪斯尼里面冲浪滑梯一样的旋转滑梯。可曼大哥没出国留过洋,他就觉得这歌词酷得不行,玄啊,里面藏了好多密码机关,是披头士天才地把预言写在了歌里面。相信披头士用歌词跟他交流,特别是这张68年的专辑《白色》。表达的就是黑人反抗白人统治,反抗白人奴役。曼森相信歌词里的石头浣熊指的就是黑人,还有“快乐就是暖手枪”(后来成为乐队“性感手枪”的名字),他认为就是披头士要大家武装起来的信息,而不只是关于性爱的。
Helter Skelte的歌词是这样的:
跌落低谷的时候
我又回到滑梯的顶端
稍一停下来 我转身去飚车
直到我再次沉到谷底,又见到了你
你想,你想让我爱你吗?
我堕落得很快,可我却在你之上好远
告诉我告诉我告诉我快告诉给我个答案
你也许是个情人可你却不会跳舞
旋转滑梯旋转滑梯转转转
转个不停
你想,你想让我造就你吗?
我堕落得很快,可我却不会让你失败
告诉我告诉我告诉我快告诉给我个答案
你也许是个情人可你却不会跳舞
注意 旋转 旋转滑梯旋转滑梯转转转
转个不停看 准备 看她来了
她滑得很快 很快就来
本来曼大哥开著破车,带著他的美人儿们快乐逍遥也就挺好的了,可他还喜欢拯救全人类。他是启示录里所描述的第五个天使。 而其他四个天使则是甲克虫乐队的四个成员。
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