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SON OF SAM

Son of Sam 
David Berkowitz
The day of Berkowitz's arrest, Sergeant Joseph Coffey was called in to interview him.
Calmly and candidly, David told him about each of the shootings. When the interview was
over there was no doubt that Berkowitz was the Son of Sam. The details that he supplied
about each assault were bits of information that only the killer would know.
At the end of the session, Berkowitz politely wished him good night. Coffey was amazed by
Berkowitz. When I first walked into that room I was full of rage. But after talking to
him....I feel sorry for him. That man is a *censored*ing vegetable! 
Who was David Berkowitz anyway and how did he become the Son of Sam?
While David did not start his life under the most auspicious circumstances, he grew up in
a middle-class family with doting adoptive parents who showered him with gifts and
attention. His real mother, Betty Broder, grew up in the Bedford-Stuyvesant section of
Brooklyn. Her family was poor and she had to struggle to survive during the Depression.
Her Jewish family opposed her marriage to Tony Falco, who was Italian and a gentile.The
two of them scraped some money together to start a fish market in 1939. Then, Betty had a
daughter Roslyn. After that, things did not go well with the Falco's marriage and Tony
left her for another woman. The fish market went bust and Betty had to raise Roslyn by
herself.
The loneliness of being a single parent was relieved when she began an affair with a
married man named Joseph Kleinman. But things went awry when she became pregnant.
Kleinman refused to pay any child support and vowed to leave her unless she give up the
baby. Even before David was born on June 1, 1953, she had arranged for his adoption.Her
sadness at giving up her child was mitigated somewhat by the knowledge that a good Jewish
couple was ready to adopt her son. With her newborn gone, Betty resumed her affair with
Kleinman until he died of cancer in 1965.
David was lucky to be adopted by Nat and Pearl Berkowitz, a childless couple who were
devoted to their new son. He had a normal childhood in the Bronx with no clear warning
signs of what was yet to come. Perhaps the most significant factor in his life was that
he was a loner. His parents weren't particularly socially oriented and neither was
David.
He was always big for his age and always felt different and less attractive than his
peers. All through his youth he was uncomfortable with other people. He did have one
sport -- baseball -- which he played well.His neighbors remember him as a nice-looking
boy but with a violent streak, a bully who assaulted neighborhood kids for no apparent
reason. He was hyperactive and very difficult for Pearl and Nat to control.
David did not realize that Pearl had suffered from breast cancer before he was born. When
it recurred in 1965 and again in 1967, David was shocked. Nat hadn't kept his adopted son
very well informed about the prognosis and David was therefore shocked to see how badly
Pearl dissipated from the chemotherapy and the illness itself. He was devastated when
Pearl died in the fall of 1967.
When David was in his early teens, his parents tried to flee their changing neighborhood
to the middle-class safety of the enormous sprawling high-rise development of Co-Op City.
By the time their apartment was ready, Pearl had died. David and his father lived in the
new apartment alone.David began to deteriorate after Pearl's death. His grade average
nose-dived. His faith in God was shaken. He began to imagine that her death was a part of
some plan to destroy him. He became more and more introverted.
In 1971, Nat remarried a woman that did not get along with David. The couple moved to a
Florida retirement community without him, leaving him to drift, absent of a purpose or a
goal. He just existed until his fantasy life had become stronger than his real life.He
did have one relationship with a girl named Iris Gerhardt. The relationship was more
fantasy on Berkowitz's part. Iris considered him only a friend. He attended a few classes
at Bronx Community College, more to appease Nat than anything else.
David joined the Army in the summer of 1971 and stayed there for three years. He was an
excellent marksman, particularly proficient with rifles. During his time in the Army, he
briefly converted from Judaism to the Baptist faith, but then lost interest.
At one point, David found his biological mother Betty Falco. She and her daughter Roslyn
did everything they could to make David feel welcome in their family. For a while, it
worked and David seemed happy in their company, but eventually he drifted away from them
too, making excuses for not coming to visit.
Anger and frustration with women, coupled by a bizarre fantasy life, started him down the
road to violence when he got out of the Army in 1974. The only consummated sexual
experience with a woman that he ever had was with a prostitute in Korea. He contracted a
venereal disease as a souvenir.
Even before the murders began, David had set some 1,488 fires in the city of New York and
kept a diary of each one. He was acting out a control fantasy. Robert Ressler in his book
Whoever Fights Monsters explains: Most arsonists like the feeling that they are
responsible for the excitement and violence of a fire. With the simple act of lighting
matches, they control events in society that are not normally controlled; they
orchestrate the fire, the screaming arrival and deployment of the fire trucks and fire
fighters, the gathering crowds, the destruction of property and sometimes of people.
Klausner points out in his book that David's state of mind in November was very bleak
when he wrote to his father in Florida: It's cold and gloomy here in New York, but that's
okay because the weather fits my mood -- gloomy. Dad, the world is getting dark now. I
can feel it more and more. The people, they are developing a hatred for me. You wouldn't
believe how much some people hate me. Many of them want to kill me. I don't even know
these people, but still they hate me. Most of them are young. I walk down the street and
they spit and kick at me. The girls call me ugly and they bother me the most. The guys
just laugh. Anyhow, things will soon change for the better.
This letter was a real cry for help. After writing the letter, he locked himself in his
tiny apartment for almost a month, leaving only for food. He wrote wacky things on the
walls with a marker: In this hole lives the Wicked King. Kill for my Master. I turn
children into Killers.
Around Christmas of 1975, David later claimed to psychiatrists that he was giving into
the demons with the hopes that they would stop tormenting him if he did what they asked.
On Christmas Eve, he was in a crisis mentally and emotionally. In the early evening he
took a large hunting knife and drove around for hours looking for a young female victim.
The demons would let him know when he found the right woman.
That night, he had returned to Co-Op City where he and Nat had shared the solitary
apartment after Pearl's death. A woman was leaving a grocery store. Suddenly, David's
demons ordered him to kill her. She has to be sacrificed, they told him.He plunged the
hunting knife into her back once and then again. He was shocked at her reaction. I
stabbed her and she didn't do anything. She just turned and looked at me. Then she began
to scream and he ran away. Later, police tried unsuccessfully to verify this story.
Then he saw another young woman. He hid the knife and attacked her from behind, stabbing
her in the head. Fifteen-year-old Michelle Forman was seriously wounded, but she fought
back. Her screaming scared David off and she was able to make it to one of the apartment
buildings for help. She had six wounds from the hunting knife.The attack on Michelle
pacified David's demons for the time being. He was relaxed and went out for a burger and
fries.
After the two Christmas Eve attacks, David went back to his security guard job at IBI
Security. He moved from his tiny Bronx apartment in January to a two-family home in
Yonkers owned by Jack and Nann Cassara. He wanted a 2-year lease and paid a $200 security
deposit.
Cassara's German shepherd was a noisy dog and howled frequently. The neighborhood dogs
howled back. In David's diseased mind demons lived within the dogs and their howling was
the way they ordered David to go hunting for blood -- the blood of pretty young women.
Berkowitz was driven to the edge: I'd come home to Coligni avenue like at six-thirty in
the morning. It would begin then, the howling. On my days, off, I heard it all night,
too. It made me scream. I used to scream out begging for the noise to stop. It never
did.The demons never stopped. I couldn't sleep. I had no strength to fight. I could
barely drive. Coming home from work one night, I almost killed myself in the car. I
needed to sleep....The demons wouldn't give me any peace.
After three months, he moved out of the Cassara's house and into an apartment house at 35
Pine Street in Yonkers, never asking for his security deposit back. The Cassaras had
taken on a frightening role in David's family life: When I moved in the Cassaras seemed
very nice and quiet. But they tricked me. They lied. I thought they were members of the
human race. They weren't! Suddenly the Cassaras began to show up with the demons. They
began to howl and cry out. 'Blood and death!' They called out the names of the masters!
The Blood Monster, John Wheaties, General Jack Cosmo. As David's fantasies developed,
Cassara became General Jack Cosmo, commander in chief of the devil dogs roaming the
streets of New York. The demons had a constant need for blood which David helped
replenish with his murderous assaults.David's apartment on Pine Street also had its dogs.
Sam Carr'sblack Labrador, for example. David tried to kill the demon lurking in Harvey
with a Molotov cocktail, but it fizzled. Finally, he shot Harvey with a gun.
Sam Carr, in David's elaborate delusion, was the host of a powerful demon named Sam who
worked for General Jack Cosmo. When David called himself the Son of Sam, it was the demon
living in Sam Carr to which he referred. David warned people that they should take him
seriously. This Sam and his demons have been responsible for a lot of killing.
Unfortunately, in David's scheme of things, only God could destroy Sam at Armageddon. At
various times in David's mind, Sam was the Devil.
The day before he murdered Donna Lauria, David quit his job as a nighttime security guard
and went to work as a taxi driver. He claims that he didn't want to kill Donna and her
friend Jody, but the demons forced him to shoot. But once it was done, he felt pleasure,
exhaustion from doing a job well. Sam was pleased. Pleased enough to promise Donna to him
as a bride. Sam had led David to believe that Donna would some day rise from the dead to
join him.
David was classified by the defense psychiatrists as a paranoid schizophrenic. The
believed that David's difficulties relating to people drove him further into isolation.
The isolation was a fertile ground for wild fantasies. Eventually the fantasies crowded
out reality and David lived in a world populated by the demons his mind had created. As
his state of mind deteriorated, tension grew and was only released when he successfully
attacked someone. For a brief time, the assaults relieved the tensions, but inevitably,
the tensions began to increase again and the cycle repeated itself.
When he was arrested, David remained calm and smiling. It appeared as though he was
relieved at being caught. Perhaps he thought that finally in jail the demon dogs would
stop howling for blood.
However, according to Dr. David Abrahamsen, the prosecution's forensic psychiatrist,
While the defendant shows paranoid traits, they do not interfere with his fitness to
stand trial....the defendant is a normal as anyone else. Maybe a little
neurotic.Ultimately, it didn't matter because David Berkowitz pleaded guilty. He was
sentenced to 365 years in jail.
In 1979, Robert Ressler, the FBI veteran, interviewed Berkowitz in Attica Prison three
times. Berkowitz had been allowed to keep a scrapbook he had compiled of all the
newspaper stories about the murders. He used these scrapbooks to keep his fantasies
alive.
Ressler made it clear that he didn't buy the demon dog theory one bit and eventually he
was able to get the truth out of Berkowitz. The demon story was to protect him when and
if he was caught so that he could try to convince the authorities he was insane. He
admitted to Ressler that his real reason for shooting women was out of resentment toward
his own mother, and because of his inability to establish good relationships with women.
He would become sexually aroused in the stalking and shooting of women and would
masturbate after it was over.
He also admitted to Ressler that stalking women had become a nightly adventure for him.
If he didn't find a victim, he would go back to the scenes of his earlier murders and try
to recall them. It was an erotic experience for him to see the remains of bloodstains on
the ground, a police chalkmark or two: seated in his car, he would often contemplate
these grisly mementos and masturbate. So murderers do return to the scene of the crime,
not out of guilt, but because they want to revive the memories of their crimes for sexual
pleasure.
He wanted to go to the funerals of his victims but was afraid that the police would
become suspicious. However, he did hang around diners near the police stations hoping to
overhear policemen talking about his crimes. He also tried unsuccessfully to find the
graves of his victims.
Like many serial killers, he nourished his sick ego from the newspaper attention he
received for his crimes. He got the idea of sending the letter to Jimmy Breslin from a
book on Jack the Ripper. Ressler found out that after the press started calling him Son
of Sam he adopted the moniker as his own, and even fashioning a logo for it.
This story is repeated time after time in every city experiencing the attacks of a serial
killer. The demands of the citizens to know what is happening is balanced against the
reality that feeding these demands for information virtually ensures that the killer will
keep on killing. Legitimate police work is seriously hampered by a deluge of bogus tips
from well-meaning citizens. The only party that benefits from this common problem is the
media.
Capture
On August 3, 1977, several days after the attack on Stacy Moskowitz and Bobby Violante,
the two Yonkers cops, Chamberlain and Intervallo, talked about the bizarre letters
received by the Carrs and Cassaras and the shooting of the two dogs -- Carr's Labrador
and the Wicker Street shooting of a German shepherd.
They were concerned that if they started to investigate this David Berkowitz, it would
look as though they were trying to do the work of detectives rather than the patrolmen
that they were. They proceeded cautiously and queried the state computer network about
Berkowitz. The computer gave a brief profile of him from his driver's license. Berkowitz
appeared to be approximately the same age, height and build as the Son of Sam, as
described by various witnesses.
The patrolmen talked to the rental agent of the building at 35 Pine Street, Berkowitz's
place of residence. All she could tell him was that he paid his rent on time and that he
wrote on his rental application that he worked at IBI Security in Queens. That sparse
information indicated that Berkowitz probably had some knowledge of guns if he worked for
a security company.
Next, they called IBI and found out that Berkowitz quit in July of 1976 to go work for
some cab company. The first Son of Sam murder was in July of 1976. Between the two of
them, they called a couple hundred cab companies based in the Bronx area. None of them
employed Berkowitz. However, hundreds of other cab companies operated in the Greater New
York area. Calling them all seemed insurmountable.
The two policemen were certain that they were on to something, however, and confided in
their boss who was impressed with the information they had collected. He urged them to
talk to New York City Detective Richard Salvesen. They showed Salvesen all the letters.
The latter was favorably impressed and agreed to pass on the information to the Omega
task force.
Another development in the case occurred a couple of days after the Moskowitz-Violante
shooting. Mrs. Cacilia Davis, an attractive middle-aged Austrian immigrant, reluctantly
came forward with the claim that she had seen the man who shot the couple. Detective Joe
Strano went to see her at her home on Bay 17th Street, a block from the scene of the
shooting.
Davis told Strano that she came home in the early morning hours and had to walk her dog
Snowball. She thought a man was following her. ...he looked like he was trying to hide
behind a tree. But the tree was too small, too narrow. He stood out. He kept staring in
my direction....Then he began walking in my direction, smiling a peculiar smile. It
wasn't anything sinister, just a friendly kind of smile, almost.
When she got a closer look at him,she thought that he had a gun concealed in his hand. I
was frightened. I walked into my house and began to slip off Snowball's collar. Just then
I heard pops, or something that sounded like firecrackers. They were kind of loud, but
far off. I didn't think too much of it at the time.
The next morning...there were crowds of people at Shore Road. It was then that I learned
what happened the night before. Suddenly I realized that I must have seen the killer. I
panicked, and I couldn't say anything....
I would never forget his face until the day I die. It was frightening.
There was some initial skepticism about whether Davis had seen the killer. Her
description of what he wore was at odds with another likely eyewitness who had been
parked near Bobby Violante's car. Doubts increased when Davis claimed that at the time of
the murder, there were officers giving out parking tickets in front of her building. This
information was very much at odds with the information that Strano got from the police on
duty that night, who claimed that they did not write any tickets at that time in that
area.
Davis was adamant. Her boyfriend decided not to escort her to the door because he saw the
cops writing tickets, she insisted.
She described the two patrolmen to Strano. Two names came up that checked out with
Davis's description. Sergeant Jimmy Shea began to follow up on the matter.
In the meantime, things seemed to be popping all over. Officer Chamberlain of the Yonkers
PD responded to a call about a suspected arson at Berkowitz's apartment house at 35 Pine
Street. The call had been made by Craig Glassman, a male nurse and part-time sheriff's
deputy. (Glassman had been the fellow descibed in Berkowitz's letter as one of a group of
demons along with the Cassaras and the Carrs.)
Glassman explained what happened: I smelled the smoke and ran to the door. When I opened
it the fire was almost out...It probably never got hot enough to set the bullets off. He
showed Chamberlain the .22 caliber bullets that had been put into the fire outside his
door.
Then Glassman showed them the squirrelly letters he had received from Berkowitz, who
lived just above him. The handwriting looked identical to the letters that the Carrs had
received.
That same afternoon, Sam Carr, still upset over the shooting of his dog and what he saw
as non-action by the police, independently pursued the matter with the Omega Task Force.
He drove down to the police station where the task force was headquartered.
Not much happened when Sam Carr related his story of the shootings of the dogs, the weird
letters, the eccentric David Berkowitz. The task force had been inundated for many months
with leads by people who spoke as passionately as Sam Carr. They put the information in a
folder of level two priorities and forgot about it -- for a little while.
The fact was, despite the subsequent excuses, Sam Carr had just handed them the name of
the killer and they sat on it.
Two days later, August 8, Chamberlain and Intervallo called Detective Salvesen to tell
him about the Craig Glassman event and the letters that Glassman had received. One of the
letters was amazingly confessional: True, I am the killer, but Craig, the killings are at
your command. Salvesen promised to inform the task force immediately, but the information
didn't get to the task force for days.
In the meantime, several traffic tickets that had been written the night of the shooting,
outside witness Davis' apartment, were at last found. All but one were investigated and
yielded nothing. One final ticket was yet to be investigated -- one belonging to a
Yonkers man named David Berkowitz.
Detective Jimmy Justus called the Yonkers Police Department and talked to Wheat Carr, the
daughter of Sam Carr, who had lost her dog. She gave him a real earful about David
Berkowitz and everything her father had tried to impress upon the police days earlier.
Officer Chamberlain called Justus shortly afterwards and told him everything he knew.
They compared notes.
Then after the Carr family and officers Chamberlain and Intervallo had connected all the
dots repeatedly for the New York City Police, the latter were more than anxious to go in
for the collar and the glory that went with it. On August 10, Shea, Strano, William
Gardella and John Falotico put 35 Pine Street under surveillance. The number of cops grew
as everyone wanted to be in on the arrest.
Just after 7:30 P.M., a heavy-set Caucasian male walked out of the apartment building and
seemed to head towards Berkowitz's Ford Galaxy. The police started to close in on him.
Falotico pulled his gun and stopped the man. David, stay where you are, he warned him.
Are you the police? the man wanted to know.
Yes. Don't move your hands.
It was not David Berkowitz, but Craig Glassman, the part-time deputy sheriff who realized
that these men surrounding him were not the Yonkers police but New York City's finest.
Glassman figured it out fast that Berkowitz was a suspect in the Son of Sam murders.
Several hours later another figure emerged from the apartment building, carrying a paper
bag. The man was heavy with dark hair and he walked slowly toward the Ford Galaxy. This
time, the police waited for the man to get into the car and put the paper bag on the
passenger seat. Let's go! Falotico yelled and the officers advanced. The man inside did
not see the approaching figures. Gardella came from the rear of the car and put the
barrel of his gun against the man's head. Freeze! he yelled. Police!
The man inside the car turned around and smiled idiotically at them. Falotico gave him
very explicit instructions to slowly get out of the car and put his hands up on the roof.
The man obeyed, still smiling.
Now that I've got you, Falotico said, who have I got?
You know, the man said politely.
No, I don't. You tell me.
Still smiling his moronic smile, he answered, I'm Sam. David Berkowitz.
Bibliography
Bibliography 
This feature story is taken primarily from the following sources: Lawrence D. Klausner's
very good book entitled Son of Sam (McGraw-Hill, 1981), the New York Times, and the New
York Post.
Other sources were:
Abrahamsen, David, Confessions of Son of Sam. 
Breslin, Jimmy and Dick Schaap, .44 (novel based on the Son of Sam murders). 
Leyton, Elliott, Hunting Humans; Inside the Mind of Mass Murderers. 
Terry, Maury, The Ultimate Evil. Terry believes that the Son of Sam murders and other
high-profile crimes involve a Satanic cult called the Process Church.
Ressler, Robert K. and Tom Shachtman, Whoever Fights Monsters: My Twenty Years Tracking
Serial Killers for The FBI.