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Charles (Tex) Watson, Manson Family Member – On Meeting Manson…


Pacific Palisades, CA, 1968. It was all about acceptance and love.

“Rolling up the long driveway to what had once been Will Rogers’s mansion, I played with the idea of what it would be like to tell my brother about the time one of the Beach Boys had me in for coffee…
The first thing I saw when we came into the kitchen was a heavyset, bald-headed man with a big gray beard pouring down his chest, sitting at the table with a few girls. He introduced himself as Dean Morehouse…
There he was—surrounded by five or six girls—on the floor next to the huge coffee table with a guitar in his hands. He looked up, and the first thing I felt was a sort of gentleness, an embracing kind of acceptance and love.
“This is Charlie,” Dean said. “Charlie Manson.”
There was a large ashtray full of Lebanese hash sitting in the middle of the coffee table, and pretty soon Charlie and Dean and Dennis [Wilson] and I were lounging back on the oversize sofas, smoking. Nobody said much. As we got stoned, Charlie started playing his music, softly, almost to himself.
Here I was, accepted in a world I’d never even dreamed about, mellow and at my ease. Charlie murmured in the background, something about love, finding love, letting yourself love. I suddenly realized that this was what I was looking for: love…
…He was short—five-foot-two—with a strangely high voice. He was, as some of the girls put it, always changing. One moment his movements would be slow, almost trancelike, and then the next he could be exploding with a violent energy that shook off him to set everything around him on fire. He changed his hair and beard constantly, and with each change he could be born anew—Hollywood slicker, jail tough, rock star, guru, child, tramp, angel, devil, son of God. He was a magician; he charmed—in the original sense of the word—and he had an uncanny ability to meet a person and immediately psyche him out, understand his deepest fears and hang-ups, his vulnerabilities. It was as though he could see through you with the all-encompassing eye of God.
from Will You Die for Me?, by Charles (Tex) Watson, as told to Ray Hoekstra (Fleming H. Revell Company, 1978)
Provided by Dana Cook, Contributor to the Los Angeles Free Press.

Eric Burdon – On Meeting Manson…



Eric Burdon, Rock Musician             …”black-hating Manson”…
I saw Manson in the months before the killings [summer of 1969], sitting outside the Experience nightclub on Sunset in the seat of a dune buggy while his girl gang of witches partied inside. Manson refused to go into the club because he would have had to walk through the huge image of Jimi Hendrix’s face which adorned the entrance to the club, something the black-hating Manson wasn’t about to do.
Manson showed up at Hollywood parties once in awhile. My old friend Ronni Money had a run-in with him at one bash about a year before the murders. She was visiting a friend up in the hills, and Manson was there, trying to get her to take a drink that he’d obviously spiked with LSD. Ronni didn’t drink alcohol so didn’t fall for the ruse, but that didn’t discourage Manson.
“I didn’t know who he was until later,” Ronni says, “except that he was an offensive little bastard and kept telling me to take this drink.”
from Don’t Let Me Be Understood, by Eric Burdon with J. Marshall Craig (Thunder’s Mouth Press, 2001)
Provided by Dana Cook, Contributor to the Los Angeles Free Press.

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Susan Atkins on Meeting Manson…


San Francisco, 1967
“I was breathless as I shut the door of the old brown house behind me and stood for several minutes listening to the music— a man’s voice — coming from the big room upstairs. I climbed the stairs slowly and stepped into the dusky room. Seated on the couch in front of the bay window was Charlie Manson, playing a beat-up, old guitar remarkably well and singing in a clear, but soft voice, “The shadow of your smile when you are gone will color all my dreams and light the dawn.”

After listening to Charlie sing and talk, after dancing with him and making love, after sensing and seeing the power of his mind, I knew I would go with him if he asked. I felt truly responsible for my actions, but at the same time I knew there was something inside me that was attracted to something inside him. I knew I had never encountered this before, and I knew I had to have what he had.”
Susan Atkins, “Manson Family” Member

Child of Satan, Child of God, by Susan Atkins with Bob Slosser (Logos International, 1977).
Provided by Dana Cook, Contributor to the Los Angeles Free Press.

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