“Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It’s us. Only us.”
|My 1988 checkbook record with entries for the Normandie Brownstone.|
Reportedly, the Delhi police were aware Shawcross served time for the murder of two children, which led to his being driven out of not only Delhi, but nearby Fleischmanns as well. Learning their lesson, the parole department sent Shawcross to Rochester, this time without notifying the local authorities. Under the radar of the police, and largely forgotten by parole, Shawcross quickly descended into a nightmare of rape, torture, murder, cannibalism, and necrophilia.
UPDATE Feb. 15, 2021: Peter Vronsky, best-selling author or serial killer history, included a passage from my essay, “Arthur John Shawcross — The Monster on Alexander Street” in his latest book, American Serial Killers: The Epidemic Years 1950-2000.