Trials: Of Murders and Messiahs

The witness is girlish, her blonde hair in pigtails, a small, soft figure on the stand. She says:

"He had blood all over his face . . . and we looked into each other's eyes for a minute—I don't know however long —and I said, 'Oh, God, I am so sorry. Please make it stop.' And then he just fell to the ground into the bushes."

The witness is talking now about a long day and two murders later:

"Charlie [Manson] and I started walking hand in hand on the beach. It was sort of...

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