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The fact that Theodore Robert Bundy was damadged early on comes out in a most telling incident that Dr. Lewis related in Ted’s December 1987 competency hearing. It occurred when Ted was three years old. His aunt Julia, then about fifteen, awakened from a nap to find that her body was surrounded by knives. Someone had placed them around her as she slept. She wasn’t cut, but the glitter of the blades made Julia’s heart convulse.

This has never been absolutely established. His mother, Eleanor Louise Cowell, said simply that Ted’s father was a "sailor." His birth certificate listed his father as Lloyd Marshall. Jack Worthington was another name listed as his father. Many, however, believe that Ted was born a child of incest, fathered by his mother’s father, a man known for his violent temper. Blood samples were never taken to establish or refute anything, and DNA testing was still fifty years in the future.

No, I had always prided myself on my ability to detect aberrance in other human beings-I had that skill through experience and training. I have berrated myself silently for a long time because I saw nothing threatening or disturbing in Ted’s fascade. He was very kind to me, solicitous of my safety, and seemingly empathetic.

The only clue that I had was that my dog-who liked everyone-didn’t like Ted at all. Whenever he bent over my desk at the Crises Clinic, she growled and the hackles on the back of her neck stood up. The lesson is clear: Pay attention to your dog!

No, I don’t. Ted would have found a way to escape again, and he would have been more dangerous than ever. He fooled any number of intelligent, experienced people-including myself-and he was fully capable of doing it again and again. That was too big a risk to take.

Okay folks, now you know that as a matter of principle I’m against the state killing people, but I have to admit that a man that had already escaped twice, and had been busted two other times with the plans to escape-and with the types of crimes that he was addicted to committing. . . . I just don’t know?!

Now you might say that today’s prisons are above all of that, and I’d beg to differ. Today’s criminals are much smarter, if possible, than Ted Bundy simply because they have to be in this tech oriented world. Someday I’ll regale you with my tales of officer Aubury Hawkins, shot down by the "Texas Seven," who escaped.

When people deny that we can reason about moral matters, they give up much more than they ever imagined. Consider the following example. In the following paraphrased of a tape-recorded conversation with one of his victims, serial murderer Ted Bunday attempts to justify the murder of his victim:

"Then I learned that all moral judgments are ‘value judgments,’ that all vallue judgments are subjective, and that none can be proved to be either ‘right’ or ‘wrong’. I even read somewhere that the Chief Justice of the United States had written that the American Constitution expressed nothing more than collective value judgements. Believe it or not, I figured out for myself – what apparently the Chief Justice couldn’t figure out himself – that if the rationality of one value judgment was zero, multiplying it by millions would not make it one whit more rational . Nor is there any ‘reason’ to obey the law for anyone, like myself, who has the boldness and daring – the strength of character – to throw off its shackles. … I discovered that to become truly free, truly unfettered, I had to become truly uninhibited. And I quickly discovered that the greatest obstacle to my freedom, the greatest block and limitation to it, consisted in the insupportable ‘value judgment‘ that I was bound to respect the rights of others. I asked myself, who were these ‘others’? Other human beings, with human rights? …Surely, you would not, in this age of scientific enlightenment, declare that God or nature has marked some pleasures as ‘moral’ or ‘good’ and others as ‘immoral’ or ‘bad’? In any case, let me assure you, my dear young lady, that there is absolutely no comparison between the pleasure I might take in eating ham, and the pleasure I anticipate in raping and murdering you. That is the honest conclusion to which my education has led me – after the most conscientious examination of my spontaneous and uninhibited self."