- Messages
- 16,923
Documentaries Thread
- Thread starter Alticus
- Start date
- Messages
- 16,923
- Messages
- 1,706
@realgrimm re: David Allan Coe ... My Dad is pretty damn sure that he had him as a roommate in college. The timeline and characteristics and such add up. LOL
- Messages
- 16,923
Ha being in College with David is something you wouldn't forget..
- Messages
- 37,519
- Location
- Hold on to your wallet.
This documents possibly my first time on the television, there I was with my whole life ahead of me.
- Messages
- 16,923
Full Doc
vvv
Story of how Traci Lords almost took down the porn industry
vvv
Story of how Traci Lords almost took down the porn industry
practice makes perfect
The Clutter family of six were farmers who lived in Holcomb, Kansas. Their farmhouse was large, with 14 rooms and acres of agricultural land surrounding it. Herbert Clutter had made his fortune using new technology to grow wheat and had been interviewed by The New York Times for what was considered a pioneering move at the time.
The 48-year-old and his wife Bonnie had four children, adults Beverly and Eveanna, 16-year-old Nancy and Kenyon, who was 15. Capote misused Bonnie’s back pain in the novel and gave her postnatal depression with her final child, Kenyon. He said she became bedridden and depressed, but the reality was that Bonnie was a happy woman who played a part in the local community and attended the gardening club. Holcomb had a population of less than 300 in 1959, and chances were that every family knew each other. The Clutters were known around town as an upstanding family, with Herb known as “the salt of the earth”.
The problem with being part of a small community was that everyone knew each other’s business, and the town knew that the Clutters were wealthy. Three hundred miles away in a cell at Kansas State Prison, 33-year-old Richard Hickock, who had been convicted of theft, had begun scheming to rob the family of their riches. His cellmate, Floyd Wells, had worked as a farmhand for the family and knew that the Clutters was rich. He told Hickock that Herb kept a safe house, which contained $10,000, around $90,000 today.
Enticed by the easy money, Hickock wrote a letter to his former bunkmate Perry Smith. The 36-year-old had recently been released from prison after serving a sentence for escaping from another prison and stealing a car. Hickock wanted Smith to help him with the robbery, and when he was released in early November 1959, Hickock and Smith began to plan the theft. On the 14th of November, they made their move and drove their black 1949 Chevrolet to the Clutter’s home, 400 miles away, to wait for the family to go to sleep. Before their journey, the pair had collected the tools they needed for the robbery, including gloves, a flashlight, a knife and a shotgun.
Only four members of the Clutter family were home that night. The two eldest children, Beverly and Eveanna, were adults and had moved out of the family home. Eveanna was living in Illinois with her husband, and Beverly was studying nursing in Kansas City. After a recent bout of pain, Bonnie had moved from the bed she shared with Herb into her own room, where she could have a better night sleep. Once the family was asleep, Smith and Hickock entered the property through an unlocked door. They woke Herb Clutter and demanded to know where the safe was, but Herb didn’t own a safe. The robbers had been hugely misled about the supposed loot in the farmhouse. Herb famously always paid in cheque form rather than cash, and anyone in the town could have told them this information.
Smith and Hickock bound the family in separate rooms throughout the house and searched for money and valuables. Their hunt turned up very little cash and nothing of value, but instead of fleeing the scene, the thieves decided that they would kill the family to avoid further imprisonment.
*Please click the green link for further info.
- Messages
- 37,519
- Location
- Hold on to your wallet.
The Taliban took my baby away, they took her away from me!
The Dead Sea Scrolls are ancient manuscripts found in the Holy Land in the 1940s and 1950s. Since their discovery, the scrolls have provided valuable insight into the Word of God, as well as historical information about Bible times that was not known until they were found.
This article will look at their discovery and their history since then — exploring where the Dead Sea Scrolls were found, who found them, and why they were hidden for two millennia. We’ll then look inside the Dead Sea Scrolls — learning about which books of the Bible the scrolls hold and how many manuscripts there are, who penned the scrolls and in what language they were written in, and how they have been translated. Finally, we’ll find out where the Dead Sea Scrolls are today, before looking at the great importance these priceless biblical documents have for both Christians and Jews, as they have shed so much light on the Bible—God’s Word that is the cornerstone for our shared faith. The Dead Sea Scrolls were found in a series of 12 caves near the northern shore of the Dead Sea in what was then Jordan. Found between 1946 and 1956, the first scrolls were discovered by local shepherds, with more being unearthed later by archaeologists.
The first scrolls were found by accident in 1946 by a trio of Bedouins tending their livestock in the wilderness. One of the shepherds noticed an opening in the rock, and his cousin then stumbled into the cave, where he found seven scrolls. The Bedouin took the scrolls back to show his family, and after a while they were sold to a dealer in Bethlehem. The manuscripts changed hands over the next year before landing in the possession of John C. Trever, a Bible scholar and archaeologist from the United States. Trever realized that the scrolls were similar to the “Nash Papyrus”—until then, the oldest known biblical manuscript in existence—making this a very important archaeological find.
Israel’s War of Independence in 1948 led to these first scrolls being moved to Beirut, Lebanon, to keep them safe while the Holy Land erupted in fighting. That year, the American Schools of Oriental Research (ASOR)—where Trever worked—announced the official discovery of the Dead Sea Scrolls. But the discovery had only just begun. The Dead Sea Scrolls were found in the Judean Desert near the northern shore of the Dead Sea in what was then controlled by Jordan and is now the West Bank. The area of Qumran had already been of interest to archaeologists for a century, as European explorers first unearthed an ancient cemetery in the 1850s, and in following years also deduced the site had once held a fort.
*Please click the green link for further info.
- Messages
- 16,923
This one's coming out on the 17th
Marvin
Factory Bastard
- Messages
- 778
- Location
- In the sewers
Marvin
Factory Bastard
- Messages
- 778
- Location
- In the sewers
Marvin
Factory Bastard
- Messages
- 778
- Location
- In the sewers
Marvin
Factory Bastard
- Messages
- 778
- Location
- In the sewers
- Messages
- 16,923
Checking this one out now
Marvin
Factory Bastard
- Messages
- 778
- Location
- In the sewers
Marvin
Factory Bastard
- Messages
- 778
- Location
- In the sewers
Marvin
Factory Bastard
- Messages
- 778
- Location
- In the sewers
Marvin
Factory Bastard
- Messages
- 778
- Location
- In the sewers
- Messages
- 37,519
- Location
- Hold on to your wallet.
- Messages
- 37,519
- Location
- Hold on to your wallet.
Offshore oil drilling
Marvin
Factory Bastard
- Messages
- 778
- Location
- In the sewers
Marvin
Factory Bastard
- Messages
- 778
- Location
- In the sewers
On January 6th, 1972, inside a small Staten Island diner, a former physician from Willowbrook State School met secretly with a reporter. After describing the horrible conditions he had been fired for trying to improve at the state-run institution, he handed the reporter a key to one of the buildings.
That reporter was Geraldo Rivera. With that clandestine key, he would lead a film crew unannounced into Building #6 at Willowbrook, where they would capture the appalling abuses, filth, and overcrowding inflicted upon its residents. This year, 2022, marks the 50th anniversary of when Rivera’s television exposé shocked the nation with that horrifying, raw footage. It sparked public outrage, a lawsuit was filed against the state of New York, and Willowbook eventually was shut down. But it took over twenty years.
As an author who endeavors to cast light on social injustices of the past within my novels, I’ve written previously about institutional abuse. Even still, when I began research for my latest novel, The Lost Girls of WiIllowbrook, I had no idea I was about to discover one of the most horrifying pieces of New York City history. Until then, my knowledge of the institution’s dark past didn’t extend much further than urban legends and rumors, such as supposed satanic rituals held in the tunnels below Willowbrook, human experiments, a former janitor who murdered local children, and a boogeyman-like figured called Cropsey. Some of these turned out to be true and made it into this novel in ways that surprised even me.
The disgraceful, haunting truth of Willowbrook’s legends would also have surprised Sage Winters, the main character in The Lost Girls of Willowbrook. Like other local kids, she’s grown up hearing stories about Cropsey and being told that kids who misbehaved would be shipped off to Willowbrook. When doctors mistake Sage for her missing twin sister and lock her up, she becomes trapped in a dangerous, overcrowded ward with hundreds of other girls and young women, struggling to avoid tranquilizers, straightjackets, and isolation, desperate to prove her true identify and find her sister. She learns firsthand that the reality of Willowbrook is worse than anything she could have imagined.
Located on Staten Island in New York City from 1947-1987, Willowbrook State School was technically a state-run institution for children with intellectual abilities. In truth, it was a warehouse for adults and children with mental or physical disabilities committed by parents who either didn’t want them or didn’t know how to care for them. Many sent their children to Willowbrook after being encouraged by doctors to relinquish their disabled children “for the sake of the family” with no idea that they were condemning them to a life of agony, neglect, and abuse by those charged with their care. And any parent who fought to protect their children was labeled a “trouble maker” by the administration, then subjected to threats and manipulation to ensure they didn’t rock the boat.
Far from a school, Willowbrook was overcrowded, underfunded, and understaffed to such a degree that residents rarely received even basic care, let alone any education, mental stimulation, or instruction in social skills or hygiene. Fewer than 20% of the children living there attended classes at any one time, and those who did generally were residents of the experiment ward. Uninformed parents of those victims had no idea the forms they signed to bypass a long admittance waiting list or in exchange for a “better” quality of life in fact provided consent for their children to participate in Defense Department-funded medical research on hepatitis, measles, and other diseases. Years later, vaccinologist Maurice Hilleman would describe the hepatitis studies performed at the institution as “the most unethical medical experiments ever performed on children in the United States.”
Out of public sight and completely closed off, the 375-acre compound became an underground city with its own hierarchy and society, where employees bought and sold everything from drugs to jewelry to meat. There was disease, violence, theft, drug and alcohol use, and other forms of crime. There was harm done by physicians who failed to do their medical duty. There was violence done by staff to residents, including rape, beatings, psychological torture, overuse of powerful drugs, and murder. There was violence by staff against other staff members for a variety of reasons, including personal vendettas, paybacks for snitching, drug dealing disputes, and mental illness. There was also violence among the residents themselves, including beatings, torture, rape, and murder.
Despite its maximum stated capacity of 4,000, Willowbrook housed over 6,000 intellectually and physically disabled children and adults by the year 1965, making it the largest state-run mental institution of its kind in the U.S. There was only one nurse per ward and over two hundred residents living in houses built for fewer than one hundred.
An estimated 12,000 residents died at Willowbrook from 1950-1980, approximately 400 a year. Many who came to Willowbrook lived a short, brutal existence. They died because of neglect, violence, lack of nutrition, and medical mismanagement or experimentation. Some simply disappeared or even committed suicide.
I’m not implying that all doctors, nurses and staff were uncaring or incompetent; as in most institutions, some people did very good things and some terrible things. There were reports of employees using their own money to buy necessities for the residents, including clothes, soap, deodorant, etc. There were also wonderful doctors who truly cared for the residents, such as Michael Wilkins, MD, who risked everything to work with Geraldo Rivera on exposing conditions, and William Bronston, MD, who also worked at Willowbrook and went on to lead the exposure and class action lawsuit against the institution. He later co-authored A History and Sociology of Willowbrook State School and in 2021, as I was finishing The Lost Girls of Willowbrook, he published Public Hostage, Public Ransom: Ending Institutional America, an in-depth account of his work against Willowbrook and institutionalization as a whole.
Sadly, anyone who tried to improve conditions at Willowbrook fought an impossible mission. Bronston wrote that other doctors organized against him, and he was moved to another building as punishment simply for requesting painkillers, soap, sheets, surgery thread for sutures (instead of upholstery thread), and non-rotten food for the residents under his care.
Geraldo Rivera’s Peabody Award-winning exposé “Willowbrook: The Last Great Disgrace,” aired on national television in February 1972, bringing widespread mainstream awareness of the institution’s overcrowding, deplorable conditions, and physical and sexual abuse of residents. On March 17, 1972, Dr. Bronston and a group of parents filed a class-action lawsuit in federal court.
In 1975, the Willowbrook Consent Decree was signed, committing New York State to improve community placement for the now designated “Willowbrook Class.” Under the terms of the agreement, Willowbrook was given until 1981 to reduce its number of residents from 6,000 to no more than 250. The cornerstone of the consent decree was the state “would be required to spend two million dollars to create two-hundred places for Willowbrook transferees in hostels, halfway houses, group houses, and sheltered workshops.” In 1983, the state of New York announced plans to close Willowbrook, which in 1974 had been renamed the Staten Island Developmental Center. By the end of March 1986, the number of residents housed there had dwindled to 250, and the last residents left the grounds on September 17, 1987.
Willowbrook is a tragic story—one I could only begin to touch on in my novel—but it’s a story that must not be forgotten. Even though the institution was eventually shut down, the fight for disability rights is still ongoing. What happened there should serve as a reminder to be more protective of the most vulnerable among us, and that every human being has the right to learn and grow, and more importantly, to be treated with kindness, respect, and compassion.
*Please click the green link for further info.
