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...presents... Alvin Harper, Teen Killer
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by Krass Katt
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>>> a cDc publication.......1994 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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|____digital_media____digital_culture____digital_media____digital_culture____|
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The following is a transcript of an interview with teen killer Alvin
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Harper, accused in the murder of his aunt, Thelma Kidd. Harper is a slightly
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built youth, seemingly incapable of the crimes of which he has been accused.
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As is the case with all these type of interviews, the dialogue by the police
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has been left out, leaving only the words of the suspect.
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______________________________________________________________________________
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"My name is Alvin Harper, and I make this statement of my own free will.
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Listen, do you think they're going to send me to prison? God, I'm only
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16, but they said they were going to try me as an adult. Oh, shit! What am I
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going to do?
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You have to understand, this woman was the most sadistic person I have
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heard of or met in my life. When Mom died, she stipulated that she wanted me
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to go and live with Thel. I knew she was an alcoholic, and I know she had been
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through two bad marriages, but she had always treated me well. I guess you
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really don't know someone until you live under the same roof. Had I known what
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she was really like, I'd have surely run away.
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She used to beat me any time and for any reason. Mom died when I was 12,
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and life was complicated enough, but she slapped me right after I moved in with
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her for saying I missed Mom. She said 'She's dead, and it's time you moved on
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with life. Dead!! Do you understand?!' I just thought I had caught her at a
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bad moment. but it was only the first in a long string of violent episodes.
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She was a big woman, as you probably know, 5' 10", and she outweighed me by 80
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pounds.
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I was a real good student up until this tragedy. I was making all A's in
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my studies, but I wasn't any good at organized sports. She said if I didn't
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improve my grades in gym, she was going to punish me. That's how she referred
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to any kind of abuse, as my punishment. Sure enough, when I got my report
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card, I had a D in gym. She grabbed me by the wrist and twisted it as she
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dragged me over to the stove. It was one of those electric ones, and she
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placed my palm on it, then turned it on. You can see the scar.
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[At this point, Harper holds out his hand. Indeed, there is a large burn scar
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on the palm.]
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One time, I forgot to take out the trash, and she came up on me, quietly.
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She moved like a cat for a large woman, at least when she was sober. Anyway,
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she snuck up on me and punched me in the ear. My equilibrium was off for
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nearly a week, and my hearing is still affected from it. This is no isolated
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condition. It happened with frightening regularity.
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Why didn't I report her to the authorities? Aren't you listening to me?
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The woman was dangerous, sadistic!! You know as well as I do that Protective
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Services usually ends up returning kids to their parents or guardians after the
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most perfunctory of investigations. And where would I be then? In the hands
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of an angry sadist.
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OK, I'm getting to it! So that last night, I was late coming home from
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school. I tried to sneak in, but it looked like I had lucked out, and Aunt
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Thel wasn't home. I crossed the kitchen when I felt this stinging on my back,
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like I had been stung by the world's biggest bee, and I turned to find her
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holding a belt by the wrong end, so the buckle was the portion that struck me.
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She swung again, and again, and had me on the floor, with my arm up in a
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half-hearted attempt to defend myself.
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When I awoke, I didn't know how long I had been out. It was dark now, and
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I was bleeding from several gashes on my back. The bitch had left me there on
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the floor, and it was cold while at the same time the raw skin on my back was
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burning. Out in the living room, I could hear the TV going, and I saw a
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half-empty bottle of whiskey hanging from her limp arm. Drunk again, and
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hadn't even checked to see how I was. That was when I decided to do what I
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did.
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I dragged myself up from the floor with a lot of pain. Look at this!"
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[He lifts up his shirt, and there are several long streaks of bruised flesh,
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giving an indication of how bad they must have been 10 days ago at the time of
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the murder.]
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Anyway, I dragged myself to my feet, and went to the kitchen and got into
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the utensil drawer. I took out the ice pick and started off into the living
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room. It was at this time that I almost talked myself out of it. But a drop
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of blood had flowed all the way from my back to my fingertips, and fell all the
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way to the floor. I looked at it, and thought if I didn't do something soon,
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she was going to kill me.
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As I entered the living room, I could hear her snoring softly. The area
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around her head was cloying with the smell of alcohol fumes and halitosis. As
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a heavy drinker, that aroma was not uncommon. Her gums were receding from the
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constant burning away of skin from drinking straight whiskey, and her breath
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smelled like she ate carrion for breakfast, all the time. Her head was bent
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slightly forward, and I plunged the ice pick into the back of her neck. It was
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eerie. Her pelvis lifted off the chair with such force that it jerked the pick
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out of my hand as she flew out of the chair and landed on her belly on the
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floor. I thought at first that she was dead, but then I heard her making
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mewling type sounds. I must have hit some nerve or something, because she
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seemed to be paralyzed, though she still seemed to have feeling. I poked her
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in the leg with the ice pick, and sure as hell, she made that mewling sound
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again. For just a moment, I thought about calling an ambulance.
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Yeah, you're right. I should have let it go at that. But something just
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came over me when I realized that she was helpless, and all the old anger from
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years of abuse. I remember everything, but was out of control of my faculties.
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I was no more able to stop the next sequence of events than I would be to stop
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my bladder function.
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I dragged her limp form to a sitting position. She could barely sit up
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because of her stomach being so big, but since she was paralyzed, I was able to
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force her into a sitting position, although there was much creaking of
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stretched muscles and cracking vertebrae. She looked at me with the same
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pleading look I had given her when she had beaten me. Her head was lolled over
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to one side, and a thin run of spit ran out of the side of her mouth. I leaned
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toward her, smiled, and spit right in her eye. It ran down the side of her
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face. Then, I took a step back, and reared back and kicked her directly in the
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center of her chest. She went back and hit her head on the floor. I looked in
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her eyes. She was awake.
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Why did I sodomize her? Revenge, I guess. It seemed the ultimate insult
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to someone who had caused me so much pain. She seemed to be trying to scream,
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whether in pain or shame, I guess we'll never know. And to be honest, it
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doesn't matter, as long as it was pain, emotional or physical.
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No, I guess I wasn't done yet. I dragged her and into the kitchen. As I
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said, she was a big woman, but I had never felt so physically strong. I draped
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her fat ass face down over one of the kitchen chairs.
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[Note: The suspect is becoming agitated as he tells this part of his story.]
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By this time, I was out of control. I wanted to be sure she was still
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with me, so I heated up a kitchen knife and applied it to her left nipple,
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which was hanging over the chair. She had big tits. Not nice tits, but big
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saggy ones that went with the rest of her big saggy body. Anyway, she was
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still with me. The heat applied to the nipple brought the loudest noise I had
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heard from her since she was hitting me with that goddamned belt. I couldn't
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think of what to do next, and as I looked down at her big fat ass, with the old
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stained sphincter staring up at me, I decided to finish her in the most vile
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way I could think of.
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[Suspect is breathing hard, and flushed. I ask him if he wants to rest. He
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says no, and we continue.]
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So, I go to the cabinet and take out the cooking lard. I spread it all
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over my right arm, up to the elbow. Then I slathered it all over her asshole.
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I thought about just reaching in and yanking her fucking colon out, but she
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deserved more than that. At this point, I couldn't let her off easy. So, I
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spread her cheeks and just started punching at her sphincter. I wondered if
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the lard would allow my clenched fist inside. I just kept punching as hard as
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I could, until I lost count. I was caught up in some sort of frenzy, and I
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just kept punching. I was about to give up, when the wall of her rectum caved
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in, and my fist slid inside her. Problem was, my thumb was bent back when my
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arm had entered the rectal cavity, and it was stuck. It felt as if it was
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badly torn, too. I tried to pull my arm out, but the pain was so intense I
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couldn't move my arm more than an inch in either direction.
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So what am I supposed to do? I gritted my teeth and pulled as hard as I
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could. I could see the blood, probably mixed with her shit, dripping out of
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the opening of her asshole where my fist was buried. I started to panic,
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because I was afraid of bile and poison getting into my bloodstream from the
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open wound. So, I put my foot against her ass, held my breath, and yanked as
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hard as I could.
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The last mental reaction I had was to squeeze my hand shut, and as my hand
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exited her rectum, it closed onto a handful of flesh, and although it was
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probably the most pain I have ever felt, including the beatings that bitch gave
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me, I was rewarded with about a foot and a half of that cunt's colon hanging
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out of her ass.
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Then, I looked in her eyes. They were still open, but the light had gone
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out of them. She was dead. I was unsure of what to do then. So, I called you
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guys.
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Remorse? No. I feel no remorse."
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Alvin Harper was convicted of first degree murder, sodomy and aggravated
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assault. He was found criminally insane, and sentenced to the psychiatric unit
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of Vacaville Prison in Central California.
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______________________________________________________________________________
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.ooM |Copyright (c) 1994 cDc communications and Krass Katt. |
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\_______/|All Rights Reserved. 08/01/1994-#271|
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