Here's a mere smattering

of the neighborhood notables: Aimee

Semple McPherson, Haing

Ngor, Edward

Hickman, William

Desmond Taylor (and here),

the LaBianca

house, Dolly

Oesterreich, Rampart Police Station (formerly a gangster hangout called

Cafe Roost, where a well-known bad guy took eight slugs to the body and

face), Antonio

Moreno (first owner of the big

house--which he called Crestmount--on the top of the Michaeltorena

hill), Ruth

Judd, Alexander

Pantages (and here)...so

many!

Some books include:

Hollywood

Death Scenes (with addresses)


Hollywood

Death and Scandal Sites (with addresses)


Sins

of the City (great noirish photos, plenty of dirt)




For

the People (coffee-table book about famous trials)


Fallen

Angels (reference book, with addresses, on famous LA crimes)

Here are some Web

sites:

Where

the Stars Died, Find

a Grave (unfortunately, we didn't have time on our tour to visit any

cemeteries), Beneath

Los Angeles.

 

Note

this tour guide's well-chosen shirt. She is reading from a photocopy--we

all got to share.

And

what a story she told--the terrible fates of the little rascals, those

kids in the "Our Gang" shorts.

But

that's not all! There was also the story of the marital troubles of Jerome

and Betty Ferreri, who lived in the then-exclusive neighborhood of Hancock

Park (Lucerne Blvd., to be exact). In 1948, after years of beatings, she

dispatched him with a meat cleaver. The press loved it, especially the

trial in which she detailed his imaginative sadism. Then there was the

part about the handyman who shot Jerome twice before Betty finished the

job. The handyman pleaded insanity. Murder is women's work.

 

This

tour guide warned us of the dangers of pranking, telling about two friends

who went a little too far with ye olde hot foot gag, leading to resentment

and murder.

Later, she also told the heartwarming story of a family shotgun murder-suicide

at 1612 N. Hillhurst.

This

tour guide gets pissed at the peanut gallery and tells them to shut the

hell up or there will be no trip to McDonald's.

Hers

was the oft-overlooked tale of one of LA's first serial killers, Harvey

Glatmann, who advertised for models to tie up and photograph for sleazy

girlie magazines. Little did those young ladies suspect....

A very recent scandal

site in Echo Park.

Homeowner Paul Jacobsen

was the quiet type who kept to himself--until one day....

L. Ron Hubbard way,

the site of a Scientology murder.

John

Colletto lost his marbles after undergoing one of Scientology's wackier

courses of enlightenment. In August 1978 at the corner of this street

and Fountain, he shot and killed his wife, then ran off and killed himself.

 

Thanks

to Margie Schnibbe for the pictures of the event.

 

Main

From:

jesse_prince@minton.org (Jesse Prince) Newsgroups: alt.religion.scientology

Subject: Welcome to the Sea Org, Marty Rathbun

This story is about

Marty Rathbun. The year is circa 1978. I [Jesse Prince] was forcefully

incarcerated in the PAC RPF, and I had been since one week before my 22nd

birthday in March 1977. We were....to renovate what is now the big blue

building on Sunset Avenue in Los Angeles....We lived in a slave labor

camp environment and for weeks on end were on a schedule of working 30

hours on and three hours off for sleep, so that we could "meet deadlines."

People were literally dropping like flies, which resulted in many unnecessary

injuries. I remember one person, Bobby Schaffner, who cut off part of

a finger during this time. He was so numb that it meant nothing to him,

but he was happy to be off, since he could at least sleep for a while.

But my RPF experience

is not the subject I'm trying to cover here; that's another story. I'm

just trying to set the stage here. Now, it happened one day that a fellow

named John Coletto was routed to the RPF forcefully. By "forcefully,"

I mean he was surrounded by others who forced him to go, just the way

it happened to me. He came from the Pubs Org, which later came to be known

as Bridge Publications, Inc., or BPI. His wife Diane Coletto was the Commanding

Officer, or CO, of the Pubs Org, and she had been instructed to divorce

her husband John because he was a "criminal." Well, this sent John "over

the top." After some weeks, he managed to escape the PAC RPF and shortly

afterwards called Scientology officials to let them know that they had

turned his wife against him (a common practice in Scientology), and he

was going to kill her. Diane was assigned a body guard. A new person who

just routed onto the EPF (Estates Project Force). The EPF is where you

get your initial Sea Org training (brainwashing).

Marty was in a car

with Diane driving down what is now known as L. Ron Hubbard Way, when

out of nowhere here comes John, her husband, and he has a gun in his hand.

John stopped the car and got into an argument with Diane because she would

not leave with him. He then took the gun and emptied it into her body.

Blood and guts were everywhere. He then took the gun and pointed it at

Marty and started to shoot - click, click, click - no more bullets. Marty

sat there in shock staring at John as John stared at him. Marty had blood,

bone and guts all over him and barely escaped death that day. John ran

off and was found dead himself a few days later for self-inflicted wounds

from the same gun he used to kill his wife. This was Marty Rathbun's introduction

to the Sea Org. Marty was assigned a special Guardian's Office auditor

and spent months trying to audit out the incident. He became part of OSA

and was watched and guarded himself for a long time.

Little David Miscavige

often beat Marty up (in the presence of bigger stronger goons, of course)

and all of this has an effect on a person. I'm sure Marty was a decent

person before, but now he probably feels hopeless and is just waiting

for his life to end, as, seemingly, that is the only way out of the Sea

Org for him in his mind. I want Marty to know it's OK to leave. In fact,

Marty, run away as fast as you can. I'll make sure you won't get hurt

any more. Your suffering will be over for good…. I promise. Respectfully

submitted, Jesse Prince Back to The Life and Times of "Marty" Mark Rathbun

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