chameleon serial killer stephen peter morin

CHAMELEON SERIAL KILLER STEPHEN PETER MORIN FULL
CHAMELEON SERIAL KILLER STEPHEN PETER MORIN TRIAL

I only wish he had died before he could have killed Janna Bruce, Sheila Whalen, Carrie Scott, and as many as 30 or more other young women. The world is far better off without him, and I find some consolation in the fact that his putative hopes of forgiveness in the hereafter dissolved into the permanent blackness of non-existence. If ever there was a person who deserved the death penalty - and still I do not believe there ever was - Stephen Peter Morin was that person. Why the fake IDs, the soundproofing of vans, the sudden desires to leave town? He wanted to manipulate the cloying, puling conservative Christians in the Texas penal system: what better method than ostentatiously coming to Jesus? Who tries to get ID with his 'brother's' name on it to use on his murder spree? He told his attorney he didn't remember killing anyone. He sent me a letter from death row, calling me the closest thing he'd had to a brother. I find myself unwilling to grant the possibility that the sick fuck said a single truthful thing in his miserable life. A little later, with better PR, he could have risen rather high in the Texas GOP. Lord Jesus, I commit my soul to you, I praise you, and I thank you.'Ĭovering up amoral, murderous violence with a coat of Jesus? Too bad for poor Ray. Forgive them for they know not what they do, as I know that you have forgiven me, as I have forgiven them. Allow your holy spirit to flow as I know your love has been showered upon me. Morin's last words, as reported by the state of Texas, are a marvel of manipulative sociopathy: 'Heavenly Father, I give thanks for this time, for the time that we have been together, the fellowship in your world, the Christian family presented to me. There's a way in which Scott was lucky: Morin did not rape and torture her the way he did some of his other victims, some of them in the van I helped him soundproof. On March 13 1985, after the executioner probed veins for 45 minutes looking for one that wasn't collapsed - raising the ire of the American Civil Liberties Union - Stephen Peter Morin was put to death by the state of Texas for the murder of Carrie Marie Scott, whose car he was attempting to steal.

CHAMELEON SERIAL KILLER STEPHEN PETER MORIN TRIAL

And then they did catch him, and he went to trial and pleaded guilty to capital murder and asked for the death penalty. There was an uncomfortable period in Texas in December after he found out she'd turned him in but before they caught him. He left her in Texas, and she called the police. She realised, eventually, that he was up to no good. In each town Ray would disappear for a day or two and then show up again, a worried look in his eyes, insisting they leave town right away. My mother and Ray went from town to town, San Francisco, Denver, Las Vegas, and into Texas. He was struggling to hold the carpet up as he put rivets into metal I stepped up and helped him. I wandered by her house one humid night - I'd moved out to my own place, what with my union paycheck - and found Ray sweating, attaching carpet to the walls and ceiling of the van. The third was just before Ray and my mother left for their trip across country in her van. I intercepted it in what was likely the luckiest moment of my life. The second was finding out that my mother had ordered a copy of my birth certificate to give to Ray so that he could get ID with a different name on it. The first was heading to WashingtonDC to the giant march in support of the striking air traffic controllers. Three things about that summer stand out in my mind, aside from the monotony of paint, hauling kegs of tar to roofs, and a story about a ladder that will come a bit later. I joined the union and worked with him all summer. He lied his way on to a union painting crew and then vouched for me. 'Ray' decided to work his way into my good graces by getting me a job - always in short supply in 1981 Buffalo. She said he'd be moving in and that I'd better get used to the idea.

CHAMELEON SERIAL KILLER STEPHEN PETER MORIN FULL

Full of the self-righteousness only a 21-year-old boy with a disintegrating mother truly knows, I exploded at her in mortified fury, telling her that she was being incredibly stupid and allowing herself to be set up for another romantic disaster. My mother had had a string of failed relationships with a string of increasingly sleazy men, the previous one ending just a week or two before. 'Ray' was a smooth talker, and closer to my age than to my mother's.

Her current partner is one of my favourite people in the world, but my mother had phenomenally, staggeringly bad judgment in men in those days: by that evening or the next, it seemed, he had moved in with her. 'Ray Constantine' rode up to the front porch of my mother's house on his bicycle one day to ask whether she knew of apartments he could rent. But Morin was his real name, and for a number of months in 1981 I spent just about every day with him, generally enjoying his company. Second reason: I knew him as Ray Constantine.

Chameleon serial killer stephen peter morin