Today marks yet another anniversary since my arrest back in 1977...
I continue to have painful memories of this tragic and troubled time in my life. The period from 1976-77 was a nightmare. My mind was a mess. But as time moves on I have, by the grace of God, been able to distance myself from it more and more.
In retrospect, I know I was psychotic and deluded. I was also under the spell of Satan. I'm certain of this, although it has taken many years to come to this realization. And while I allowed Satan and his minions to confuse my mind and possess my body, none of this is an excuse for the crimes I committed and the evil I participated in.
My deepest regrets are the taking of innocent lives and the pain I caused to so very many. And that I did not seek out the help I had available to me at the time to have avoided what eventually would become the "Son of Sam" shootings.
Looking back, I know none of this had to happen. I have since spent years in deep regret, and in endless introspection. But I am also thankful to be alive. I could've easily been killed when detectives surrounded my vehicle, their guns pointed at my head from every direction. One sudden flinch on my part and my life would have ended in a flash.
Actually, I was surprised to have been taken alive. I was certain that I was going to be killed, death by cop. I was so certain of this that I had prepared two letters, one to a police official, while a second letter was addressed to the police in general warning of a dangerous group of satanist who were operating in Westchester County, and on Long Island as well.
Many don't know of both these letters. Believing at the time that I was eventually going to be killed, I placed the letters inside my vehicle, hiding them out of view underneath the driver's seat. I assumed, of course, that after my death my car would be searched from top to bottom as a matter of routine procedure, and the letters would be discovered. They were.
Ironically, the letter to the police official was made public almost immediately, if I remember correctly. While the second letter disappeared, only to show up a few years later after it was tracked down by an investigative journalist by the name of Maury Terry. Somehow he managed to locate it. I'm not one hundred percent certain, but I believe it was discovered tucked away in a file cabinet, possibly at the office of the District Attorney from Queens County. Later, Mr. Terry would make it public via an article he wrote for the Westchester County news.
Today, I have no recall as to what was contained in the letter to the police official. I only vaguely recall what was in the second letter. I was not in my right mind at the time. I was living in dire straits, certain I was soon to die.
D.B.
In retrospect, I know I was psychotic and deluded. I was also under the spell of Satan. I'm certain of this, although it has taken many years to come to this realization. And while I allowed Satan and his minions to confuse my mind and possess my body, none of this is an excuse for the crimes I committed and the evil I participated in.
My deepest regrets are the taking of innocent lives and the pain I caused to so very many. And that I did not seek out the help I had available to me at the time to have avoided what eventually would become the "Son of Sam" shootings.
Looking back, I know none of this had to happen. I have since spent years in deep regret, and in endless introspection. But I am also thankful to be alive. I could've easily been killed when detectives surrounded my vehicle, their guns pointed at my head from every direction. One sudden flinch on my part and my life would have ended in a flash.
Actually, I was surprised to have been taken alive. I was certain that I was going to be killed, death by cop. I was so certain of this that I had prepared two letters, one to a police official, while a second letter was addressed to the police in general warning of a dangerous group of satanist who were operating in Westchester County, and on Long Island as well.
Many don't know of both these letters. Believing at the time that I was eventually going to be killed, I placed the letters inside my vehicle, hiding them out of view underneath the driver's seat. I assumed, of course, that after my death my car would be searched from top to bottom as a matter of routine procedure, and the letters would be discovered. They were.
Ironically, the letter to the police official was made public almost immediately, if I remember correctly. While the second letter disappeared, only to show up a few years later after it was tracked down by an investigative journalist by the name of Maury Terry. Somehow he managed to locate it. I'm not one hundred percent certain, but I believe it was discovered tucked away in a file cabinet, possibly at the office of the District Attorney from Queens County. Later, Mr. Terry would make it public via an article he wrote for the Westchester County news.
Today, I have no recall as to what was contained in the letter to the police official. I only vaguely recall what was in the second letter. I was not in my right mind at the time. I was living in dire straits, certain I was soon to die.
D.B.
