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Books "Child of Satan, Child of God" Susan's 1977 autobiography, titled "Child of Satan, Child of God" (the title was not Susan's choice) went out of print in the 1980's. We have been able to have it reprinted and made available through Amazon.com. The new printing contains eleven new pictures not in the original printing. Here's the new cover . Click here to find "Child of Satan, Child of God" on Amazon.com Chapter 1 - MansonI gasped for breath and felt
the dampness of perspiration across my lower back. Standing for a moment inside
the door of the big brown house, I heard the pounding of my heart. There was a
slight ringing in my ears. I was stoned. The hallway was darkening in
the late afternoon. No one was in sight. Faintly I heard music. “Someone’s
singing,” I thought. I exhaled noisily, then stood still and listened. Somebody
was singing upstairs. Delicate guitar patterns formed around the voice. I
wondered. “No one here plays like that.” I waited, and my eyes
adjusted to the dimming light. “Where is everyone?” I heard myself ask. My
scalp suddenly tingled, and I felt goosebumps rise on my bare arms. Maybe the
police had beaten me back to the house. They were really hot after Tom. I
smiled. I had given them some chase. Now what? I climbed the
stairs slowly, my bare feet silent on the carpeting and my short skirt swishing
barely audibly back and forth across my thighs. I turned to the left at the top
of the stairs. The music came from the big living room. Passing through the
massive, oak doubledoors, I was startled. My eyes landed instantly on a little
man sitting on the wide couch in front of the bay windows. The fading sun’s
rays slanted through the partly opened curtains behind him, throwing his
features into shadows. But I could see he was singing, his eyes seemingly
closed. Without moving his head, he opened his eyes and stared directly into my
face. I stared back.
"The Myth of Helter Skelter" In response to the constantly changing and evolving stories told by the District Attorneys over the years, I tried to get Susan to document what she saw not just during the summer of 1968 to the fall of 1969, but during her trial as well. This was a particularly distasteful subject to Susan and she only consented in the hope that it would help to dispel the misconceptions about the case and make it less a subject of obsession to misdirected young people. Susan never got a chance to finish proof reading this copy, especially the early chapters. But she felt the later chapters, particularly the chapters describing the trial, were very accurate. Click here to find "The Myth of Helter Skelter" on Amazon Chapter 1 - The Slow Easy Road to DisasterAt the age
of thirteen my mother was diagnosed with inoperative cancer and I “inherited” a
family of five. I would come home from
junior high school and begin cooking, cleaning, and washing for my father, two
brothers, myself and my bed-ridden mother. I was also the one who had to give my mother
the morphine shots as she slowly passed away over the next twelve months. Upon her death my father increased his
drinking until eventually, around my sixteenth birthday, he left one day and
never came back, abandoning me and my younger brother to fend for ourselves. By the age
of nineteen I’d survived a series of nightmarish episodes to finally find a
moment of stability among a group of people living in That brief
moment of stability ended when my friend Ella-Jo and I came home one day to
find my place empty – my boyfriend had been arrested and once again I found
myself completely broke and on my own. After
three long years of fighting to survive and find some stability I was right
back where I’d started. I didn’t even
have a place to sleep. But Ella-Jo
said it was okay, I could stay with her. And that’s when I met a group of her friends
who were all going down to It sounded
good. It was the summer of 1967. Young people were moving around and
hitchhiking about the country. I’d been
in Hindsight is
always perfect - I should have stayed in
"The Dove's Nest Newsletters" The Dove's Nest Newsletters is a collection of 62 Christian newsletters written by Susan between 1996 and 2002, while incarcerated. Susan was born again in 1974 and spent the rest of her life fulfilling the Great Commission - to bring the Word of the saving Grace of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ to the world. |