100 MOST INFAMOUS
Criminals
JO DURDEN SMITH
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Contents
International
Sada Abe
Idi Amin
Countess Elizabeth Bathory
Jean Bedel Bokassa
Cesare Borgia
Andrei Chikatilo
Josef Fritzl
Fritz Haarmann
Ivan the Terrible
Bela Kiss
Ilse Koch
Joachim Kroll
Peter Kürten
Henri Landru
‘Lucky’ Luciano
‘Count’ Victor Lustig
Chizuo Matsumoto, aka Shoko Asahara
Jacques Mesrine
Dr. Marcel Pétiot
Issei Sagawa
The Utoya Island Spree Killer: Anders Behring Breivik
United States
Alberto Anastasia
Joe Ball
Ma Barker
David Berkowitz
Kenneth Bianchi and Angelo Buono
Billy The Kid
Lizzie Borden
Jerry Brudos
Ted Bundy
Al Capone
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
Mark Chapman
Caryl Chessman
D. B. Cooper
Dean Corll
Juan Corona
Jeffrey Dahmer
Geza de Kaplany
Albert DeSalvo
John Dillinger
Albert Fish
John Wayne Gacy
Carmine Galante
Ed Gein
Belle Gunness
Gary Heidnik
William Heirens
Jesse James
Robert James
Reverend Jim Jones
Ted Kaczynski
Ed Kemper
Meyer Lansky
Leopold and Loeb
Louis Lepke
Timothy McVeigh
Charles Manson
Walter Leroy Moody
Herman Mudgett, aka HH Holmes
Bonny Parker and Clyde Barrow
Richard Ramirez
Gary Ridgway
Charles Schmid
‘Dutch’ Schulz
‘Bugsy’ Siegel
Richard Speck
Brenda Spencer
Charles Starkweather and Caril Ann Fugate
Robert Stroud
Dr. John White Webster
The Walnut Avenue Abductor: Phillip Garrido
Wayne Williams
Aileen Wuornos
Britain
Ian Brady and Myra Hindley
William Burke and William Hare
John Christie
Dr. Hawley Harvey Crippen
Claude Duval
Ruth Ellis
John Haigh
Neville Heath
Jack the Ripper
The Kray Twins
Lord Lucan
Dennis Nilsen
William Palmer
Michael Ryan
Jack Sheppard
Dr. Harold Shipman
George Joseph Smith
Peter Sutcliffe
Dick Turpin
Fred and Rosemary West
The West Yorkshire Murders: Stephen Griffiths
Australia
Jack Donahoe
Ned Kelly
Katherine Knight
William Macdonald
‘Chopper’ Read
International
Sada Abe
When a police inspector walked into a Tokyo inn room on the afternoon of May 20th 1936 to check out the identity of the occupant, he didn’t expect to find 31-year-old Sada Abe. And even after she’d announced who she was, he refused to believe her. Then, though, she took out of her bodice a paper parcel and unfolded it – and the evidence was unmistakable. For it contained the severed genitals of her dead lover, Kichizo Ishida.
The naked body of restaurant-owner Ishida had been found by a chambermaid two days before in a room in the equivalent of a modern love-hotel. Carved onto his thigh and written in blood on a bedsheet were the characters Sada, Kichi Futari-kiri (Sada and Kichi, inseparable forever). The word Sada had been written on his left arm. His penis and testicles had been cut off.
Sada was a waitress at Ishida’s restaurant; and the police soon put out a warrant for her and circulated her photograph to the press, which ran the details of the crime as frontpage news. When she was finally arrested – having written two letters of farewell, as well as a long emotional message to her dead lover, as it turned out – the newspapers printed special editions. Sada was suddenly the hottest story in the entire country.
Sada Abe was the last child of a prosperous mat-maker in Kanda. But she was an incorrigible and promiscuous teenager, and at 18 her father sold her to a brothel in Yokohama as a geisha. She worked in the sex business, one way and another, through her twenties; and ended up in Tokyo as the kept woman of a rich middle-aged man. It was then – perhaps out of boredom, perhaps out of a need to earn extra cash – that she took a job as a waitress in Ishida’s restaurant.
Ishida was married, with children, but he was also an inveterate womanizer; and it wasn’t long before the two of them were secretly meeting for increasingly frenzied sex-sessions anywhere they could. Sada was insatiable – doctors later suggested she must have had a medical condition – but in Ishida she’d met her match. They began to push at the boundaries, obsessively searching out new ways to pleasure each other. She would throttle him with a sash cord to just this side of insensibility, so that a new flow of blood would travel to his penis, ballooning it and producing in both of them staggering, heart-stopping orgasms. Finally, they went too far.
It’s possible that a sedative Sada had bought for Ishida – who’d been complaining of insomnia – had weakened his resistance. But Sada, in interviews with the police, claimed that she’d meant to kill him. She said:
‘I loved him so much, I wanted him all to myself… I knew that if I killed him no other woman could ever touch him again, so I killed him.’
About the cutting off of his genitals, she added:
‘[They] belonged to someone I loved. Everything of Ishida’s had become mine.’
Sada – who by then had spawned a new Japanese word, Sada-ism – was sentenced to six years imprisonment, but was released under an amnesty in 1941. She moved away from Tokyo under an assumed name, and got married. Then, in 1947, she was rediscovered by a journalist, and the whole story was retold in garish detail in a best-seller, The Sex Confessions of Sada. In a subsequent magazine interview with a well-known author, Sada said that she had only ever loved one man, Kichizo Ishida. The author later described what she’d done as:
‘total love… for her to cut off his member as a keepsake was the ultimate feminine act.’
The last time Ishida’s genitals were seen was at a post-war department-store exhibition sponsored by – among others – the Department of Health and Welfare. Since then a full-scale biography of Sada has appeared, as well as several films about her and Ishida’s liaison: among them the erotic masterpiece of Nagisa Oshima, In the Realm of the Senses.
Idi Amin
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p; When Milton Obote in 1962 became the first prime minister of newly-independent Uganda, he had to forge his country’s forty independent tribes into a new national unity. This required finesse, but also, on occasion, brutality; and for brutality he increasingly relied on the deputy-commander of his army, a semi-literate ex-heavyweight champion and sergeant in the King’s African Rifles: Idi Amin.
Amin was a Muslim from a minority tribe, an outsider with no loyalties to any particular power bloc – nor, indeed, to Obote. For in 1971, he took power himself in an army-led coup; and almost immediately started killing the officers who had helped him. Gathered together in groups under various pretexts, they were variously bayonetted to death, crushed by tanks or blown up by grenades thrown into rooms locked from the outside. The severed head of the murdered chief-of-staff found a home in Amin’s freezer. When two Americans, one a journalist, got wind of this wholesale slaughter, they were simply disposed of.
Idi Amin took power in 1971
Amin was soon demanding massive injections of cash from Britain and Israel. He got none; and within a year, with all its stocks of dollars and pounds reserved for Amin’s own use, Uganda was bankrupt. Only money from Colonel Gadaffi in Libya kept it afloat – and this meant having to toe Libya’s political line. Amin, then, began a prolonged tirade against the state of Israel. Israeli engineers working on construction projects were thrown out of the country; and an office of the Palestine Liberation Organization was opened in Kampala instead. Amin, warming to his task, started to express his profound admiration for Adolf Hitler; and even set up a domestic version of Hitler’s Gestapo, the State Research Bureau, filled with hundreds of highly-paid killers.
Gadaffi’s money, though, was not enough to guarantee the loyalty of all those Amin had to buy. So in August 1972, he announced that he’d had a visit from God; and God had told him that Uganda’s Asian population, most of them professionals, merchants and shopkeepers, were at the root of the country’s economic troubles. He gave them ninety days to leave the country; and when they fled, he handed over their businesses and shops to his cronies – who inevitably ran them into the ground. Once more they had to be paid; and the only commodity Amin had left to deal in was the lives of his fellow-Ugandans.
Amin was eventually exiled to Saudi Arabia
Ugandans have a profound respect for the bodies of their dead – and this is what Amin began to trade on. His State Research Bureau were licensed to kill anyone they chose, and then to offer their services to their victims’ families as body-finders for as large a fee as they could charge. The families were told that their sons or husbands had been arrested and were feared dead. They were then led, sometimes hundreds of them a night, to the dumping-grounds, in a forest outside Kampala. (Unclaimed – and therefore profitless – bodies were simply dumped into Lake Victoria.) When the French Embassy complained about the constant gunfire coming from the Research Bureau’s headquarters, Amin and his Bureau chief invented a new variation of the production line: one kidnapped prisoner was offered his life in return for bludgeoning another to death with a sledgehammer. Then he took the second prisoner’s place…
It was only with the famous raid at Entebbe airport – when Israeli commandos rescued the passengers of an El Al aircraft hijacked by Palestinian gunmen – that Amin was finally exposed as a international pariah, and his reign of terror came to an end. Even then, though, he had one more trick up his sleeve. In a last attempt to get the support of his countrymen, he announced that Tanzania was getting ready to invade, an invasion that he did his best to provoke by sending raiders across the border into Tanzanian territory. When the Tanzanians did finally respond by sending their army into Uganda, it was welcomed with open arms. Amin fled to Libya, and then subsequently to a private hotel suite in Riyadh in Saudi Arabia, courtesy of the Saudi royal family. He died, still in exile, in 2003.
Countess Elizabeth Bathory
When Countess Elizabeth Bathory, aged 15, married Count Nadasdy in around 1576, it was an alliance between two of the greatest dynasties in Hungary. For Nadasdy, the master of Castle Csejthe in the Carpathians, came from a line of warriors, and Elizabeth’s family was even more distinguished: It had produced generals and governors, high princes and cardinals – her cousin was the country’s Prime Minister. Long after they’ve been forgotten, though, she will be remembered. For she was an alchemist, a bather in blood – and one of the models for Bram Stoker’s Dracula.
She was beautiful, voluptuous, savage – a fine match for her twenty-one-year-old husband, the so-called ‘Black Warrior’. But he was forever off campaigning, and she remained childless. More and more, then, she gave in to the constant cajolings of her old nurse, Ilona Joo, who was a black witch, a satanist. She began to surround herself with alchemists and sorcerers; and when she conceived – she eventually had four children – she may have been finally convinced of their efficacy. For when her husband died, when she was about 41, she surrendered to the black arts completely.
There had long been rumors around the castle of lesbian orgies, of the kidnappings of young peasant women, of flagellation, of torture. But one day after her husband’s death, Elizabeth Bathory slapped the face of a servant girl and drew blood; and she noticed that, where it had fallen on her hand, the skin seemed to grow smoother and more supple. She was soon convinced that bathing in and drinking the blood of young virgins would keep her young forever. Her entourage of witches and magicians – who were now calling for human sacrifice to make their magic work – agreed enthusiastically.
Elizabeth and her cronies, then, began scouring the countryside for children and young girls, who were either lured to the castle or kidnapped. They were then hung in chains in the dungeons, fattened and milked for their blood before being tortured to death and their bones used in alchemical experiments. The countess, it was said later, kept some of them alive to lick the blood from her body when she emerged from her baths, but had them, in turn, brutally killed if they either failed to arouse her or showed the slightest signs of displeasure.
Peasant girls, however, failed to stay the signs of ageing, and after five years Elizabeth decided to set up an academy for young noblewomen. Now she bathed in blue blood, the blood of her own class. But this time, inevitably, news of her depravities reached the royal court; and her cousin, the prime minister, was forced to investigate. A surprise raid on the castle found the Countess in midorgy; bodies lying strewn, drained of blood; and dozens of girls – some flayed and vein-milked, some fattened like Strasburg geese awaiting their turn – in the dungeons.
Countess Bathory pursued a grisly beauty regime
Elizabeth’s grisly entourage was taken into custody and then tortured to obtain confessions. At the subsequent trial for the murder of the eighty victims who were actually found dead at the castle, her old nurse, Ilona Joo, and one of the Countess’s procurers of young girls were sentenced to be burned at the stake after having their fingers torn out; many of the rest were beheaded. The Countess, who as an aristocrat could not be arrested or executed, was given a separate hearing in her absence at which she was accused of murdering more than 600 women and children. She was then bricked up in a tiny room in her castle, with holes left only for ventilation and the passing of food. Still relatively young and curiously youthful, she was never seen alive again. She is presumed to have died – since the food was from then on left uneaten – four years later, on August 21st 1614.
Jean Bedel Bokassa
To the French who’d once ruled the Central African Republic, Colonel Jean Bedel Bokassa must at first have seemed a good bet. For it was soon clear, after he seized power in 1966, that he longed to be more French than they. He worshipped De Gaulle and Napoleon and tried to set up in his capital of Bangui the sort of art, ballet and opera societies characteristic of a French provincial town. He made concessions to French companies; allowed the French army a base; and entertained French president Giscard D’Estaing several times on his own private game reserve, which occupied most of the easte
rn half of the country. He was also extremely generous with gifts – particularly of diamonds, one of the few commodities his dirt-poor country produced.
By 1977, though, even the French must have begun to suspect that this ugly, violent little man was beginning to lose touch with reality. For, spurred on by constant viewings of a film of the coronation of British Queen Elizabeth, he’d decided to emulate his hero Napoleon and have himself crowned Emperor. He’d even ordered a dozen prisoners held in Bangui Jail to be released from the general prison population and given exercise and proper rations in the run-up to the $20 million show.
French diplomats and businessmen, for all this, were among those who gratefully accepted invitations, and they were welcomed by brand-new Mercedes limousines paid for via a French government credit. They attended the comic-opera coronation and after the ceremonial parade – in which Bokassa rode in a gold carriage drawn by eight white horses over the only two miles of paved road in his capital – they assembled at his palace for a banquet, little knowing that among the delicacies served up to them on specially-ordered Limoges porcelain were what remained of the Bangui-Jail prisoners…
It still took the French two years to move against Bokassa, who by that time had run mad. He’d become obsessed, for example, by the fact that the barefoot children of Bangui’s only high school had no ‘civilized’ French-style uniforms. So he jailed them and then had them one by one beaten to death when they failed to show up at ‘uniform inspections’ properly dressed. When news of this reached the French Embassy, they were finally forced to act. As Bokassa was leaving his ‘Empire’ for a state visit to Libya, an opposition politician was shaken awake in Paris and bundled on a plane to Bangui, where he called upon the French Foreign Legion troops who were hard upon his heels to ‘aid the people’ in Bokassa’s overthrow.
The legionnaires soon uncovered the mass grave where the schoolchildren had been buried in the grounds of Bangui Jail. The bones of another thirty-seven were found at the bottom of the swimming pool in Bokassa’s palace – they’d been fed to his four pet crocodiles. In the palace kitchen were the half-eaten remains of another dozen victims who’d been on the Emperor’s menu in the days before his departure.
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