Showing posts with label true crime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label true crime. Show all posts
Gwent Police John Does
As regular visitors will know, I spend way too much time reading true crime, and one of the creepiest elements to my mind are people who remain unidentified in death. The reasons might be mundane - the body is simply found too late to glean much from it - or confusingly complex, as in the cases of potential spies, like Somerton Man and 'Bella', a woman found inside a Worcestershire wych elm tree in 1943. Either way, the idea is still tragic and unsettling.
In the USA there are approximately 40,000 UIDs ('unidentified decedents') at any given time, and even here in the UK around 150 unidentified bodies are recorded each year, usually discovered by joggers, dog walkers, and other outdoorsy types, typically during the winter months when foliage has died back. Another major source of such bodies are Britain's coastlines, where the effects of water can obliterate fingerprints and other identifying features. About half of these cases will be resolved by police in a timely fashion, while others remain unidentified for months, years, even decades.
Gwent Police, my local force, covering the local authority areas of Blaenau Gwent, Caerphilly Monmouthshire, Newport, and Torfaen, have five cases listed on the UK Missing Persons Bureau. The site was set up in 2011 to enlist the help of the public in identifying remains and / or matching them to known missing persons.
Because it is possible to crack these cases, even when they've gone cold. Just this month Lori Erica Ruff, a woman who committed suicide six years ago and was subsequently revealed to have been living under a false identity, was identified as Kimberly McLean, an 18-year-old who disappeared, telling family not to look for her, in 1986. Earlier this year the so-called 'Grateful Doe', a young man who died in a traffic accident in 1995, was finally identified as Jason Callahan who had left home not long before to become a full time Deadhead. So, in my first post for Halloween week, here are the details of those five Gwent cases -
Date Found: 31/03/1971
Gender: Male
Age Range: 25 - 35
Description: White European male, medium build, 175cm (5'7") tall, with black curly hair. The body was found on the foreshore of the Severn Esturary, Fisherman's Walk, Rogiet, and was believed to have been in the water for 18 months or longer.
The body was found with one black sock on the right foot, and a polo neck jumper in black, gold and white. (100% acrilan, 'spinney' make, size M.) Find the Missing Person's page for the case HERE.
Date Found: 06/05/1973
Gender: Male
Age Range: 30 - 60
Description: White European male, 168 - 183cm (5'5" - 6') tall. The body was recovered from the foreshore of the Bristol Channel at Goldcliffe, and was believed to have been in the water for around 9 to 18 months. Find the Missing Person's page for the case HERE.
Date Found: 26/02/1977
Gender: Male
Age Range: 20 - 50
Description: White European male, thin build, 183cm (6') tall, receding black hair. The body was recovered from the Severn Estuary at Redwick. It was found clothed in blue jeans (30" waistband with 2 stud fastenings at the front), light coloured socks, and black slip on shoes (size 9, blvd uk make). A handmade v-neck light grey jumper was found 10 yards from the body.
There were a number of possessions found on the body: brown leather wallet made in England containing English bank notes, two mortice keys (one Yale marked C20 and one Yale Willen 160), Dominion Lock, and a pair of scissors. Find the Missing Person's page for the case HERE.
Date Found: 06/07/1983
Gender: Male
Age Range: 35 - 45
Description: White European, medium build, 173cm (5'7") tall, brown eyes, greying light brown hair. The body was recovered from the River Usk in Newport, with no apparent marks or scars.
The body was fully clothed; navy blue acrylic 'sleightex' sweater, blue or grey 'finesse' make trousers, blue 'St Michael (i.e. Marks & Spencer)' underpants (size 36-39), white socks with blue and yellow horizontal stripes, brown plastic shoes with 'tuf' tread (size 7.5). Find the Missing Person's page for the case HERE.
Date Found: 14/02/1988
Gender: Male
Age Range: 20 - 30
Description: Afro Caribbean male, stocky build, 183cm (6') tall, short black hair. The body was found in the Bristol Channel near Newport.
The body was fully clothed, wearing: navy blue donkey jacket with blue/green check lining ('boys own' make, size M), grey/blue scarf, olive green crew neck jumper in chunky woollen knit, brown checked shirt (Tesco, size L), grey t-shirt ('amandla' with motif of raised fist holding spear and the words 'cultural ensemble of the national african congress'), faded blue Wrangler jeans (36" waist, 34" leg), brown belt, Dunlop 'green flash' trainers (size 9).
There was also a pair of polyester/cotton shell acrylic gloves with rayon/foam lining, size L, and an A-Z street map opened on pages marking Bristol but showing the area of Cheltenham. Find the Missing Person's page for the case HERE.
(Note: Although the body was found in the Gwent Police area, the case is listed as being investigated by South Wales Police.)
Murder on My Doorstep

You know how when you're a kid there's always a story about a scary murder that took place in your neighbourhood? Well, for many years I just wrote ours off as just that. Except it turns out that the murder was very, very real. So real the murderer was hanged for the deed in December 1948.
Here's the full story -
Clifford Godfrey Wills was born in 1916, the son of housewife Edith Marion Dunn and Thomas H Wills, a marine engine fitter. The couple had married in 1914 and at the outbreak of WWII were living in a semi-detached house in lower Pontnweydd. Wills served in the army and then, after being demobbed in 1945, returned to live with his mother at 3 Cromwell Place.
An electrician by trade, Wills was unemployed more often than not, but made up for it by being attractive and charming. It wasn't long after leaving service that Wills began an affair with (among others) Sylvina Parry, a married woman who was friendly with his mother and lived just a few doors away at 11 Wayfield Crescent.
'Viney', as she was known to family and friends, had been born Sylvina May Jones on January 9th, 1916. In 1933 she married John Parry, a furnace man at the GKN (Guest, Keen and Nettlefolds) Ironworks in Cwmbran, and a year later gave birth to their son, Anthony. Standing at just 5'2", Sylvina was said to be a happy, likeable woman, who was always chatty and telling funny stories with work colleagues, even if she tended to be reserved with her neighbours.
The house on the left, with the black window frames, is #11. These semis would be joined by rows of terraced housing in the early 1950s, one of which would be #44 Wayfield Crescent, located at the bottom of this street, where I grew up.

Tragedy
Tuesday 8th June was to be a big day for Sylvina - she was due to take delivery of a brand new car in Newport. Up at the normal time of 6:45 am, Sylvina left her home at the regular time of 7:30 am to get to her job as a machine operator at the Caldicot Tin Stamping Works. She spoke to neighbours also on their way to work, and to a colleague who took her a light meal just after midday, as usual. Sylvina had already arranged with management to leave work early that day to go and pick up the car, and left the premises at about 2pm.[Disclaimer: I've only seen the claim she was getting a new car in one source, the 2014 Citizen Record article.]

For her husband, John, that Tuesday seemed to be just another working day. He left the house shortly before 2pm to get to his shift at GKN. When he returned home at 10:15 pm he was unnerved to find that, although 14-year-old Anthony was home, his wife was nowhere to be seen. John and Anthony sat up late waiting for her, and periodically John wandered the neighbourhood looking for her. There were plenty of pubs in Pontnewydd village, along with bus stops and a train station, so the chances of finding someone new who might know where she was would have seemed fairly good.
Finally, at 9:45 am the next morning, he went to report Sylvina missing, presumably at Richmond Road police station, which is now the site of Russell House retirement flats. Afterwards John went home and, restless, searched the house again, including the 'boxroom' (small bedroom) which was mainly used for storage. Noticing something out of place, John lifted up the long sheets on the bed and was soon back out on the street, meeting up with a police sergeant who was on his way to make enquiries about Sylvina's disappearance.
He'd found her, John told him, almost in tears.
Under the bed.
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The sergeant was soon joined by more police, along with Home Office pathologist, Professor J M Webster. Under the leadership of DI R Atkins of Monmouthshire CID they carefully explored the crime scene.
Sylvina's body was partially clothed in stockings, shoes, and a plastic raincoat. Her head was covered with several items of clothing, and lay in a pool of blood. There were splashes of blood on her clothing and the walls, bloody footprints on the floor which didn't match any of the shoes in the home, and police were able to lift a bloody fingerprint from the black handbag found beside the body

The pathologist confirmed her head injuries - consisting of 12 individual splittings of the scalp inflicted by a heavy spanner found at the scene - could have caused death. But so could the three stab wounds to the chest, with one passing through the heart, made by a dagger. (The weapon was later identified as a knife belonging to Sylvina's son, Anthony.) Then again, he also ruled that she could not have survived the 11 inches plus of child's tunic sleeve which had been violently forced down her throat as a gag. Her other injuries included manual strangulation marks to the throat, a broken nose, two black eyes, bloodied lips, and expanses of bruising.
Sylvina's watch had stopped at 4:30pm, and the pathologist determined the likely time of death was shortly before 4pm. A rolled up, unused condom was found on her left thigh.
John Parry, the obvious suspect, was quickly ruled out when his alibi was proven. Police quickly turned to house to house enquiries which revealed details of Sylvina's life John hadn't known. Curious neighbours had often observed Sylvina leading another man into the house, when her husband was at work. It wasn't long before one put a name to the face: Cliff Wills.

The Truth Outs
Police went to speak to Cliff at his home in the afternoon of Wednesday June 9th. He was still in bed, asleep, and when they pulled back the bedclothes it was to find him still dressed in a blood stained shirt and sporting slight cuts to the knuckles of his right hand. Sergeant D. Plummer cautioned Wills, and asked him to explain how he had come by them.Wills claimed he had been in a pub fight at the New Found Out Inn on Cambrian Road in Newport the night before with a former boxer, George 'Kid' Logan - Logan would later dispute this, testifying they were on friendly terms and there had been no fight. Wills' story continued with him claiming that he had last seen Sylvina the previous day, stating: 'We were together in Newport yesterday and went to the cinema together. She has been mine for the last three years.' The problem was that it was a struggle to get much sense out of him. He seemed drowsy and distant, and when asked whether he had taken anything, he admitted he had swallowed between 15 and 20 sleeping tablets. He was taken first to the police station, then on to hospital where his stomach was pumped.

After treatment he was returned to the police station for questioning where he made a statement:
'She told me she would be ready to go to Newport just after 2pm. I went to the Pontnewydd Hotel and had a drink. I called at Mrs Parry's house at about two o'clock, she had on a new look two-piece, which I had not seen before, we arranged to meet at the Romany Cafe in Dock Street, Newport, at 4:30 but she did not turn up. I waited a short time, and while I was waiting I saw a girl named Dolly Rogers, of Catsash Farm. I had spent the previous Saturday night with her and we were on intimate terms. I arranged to meet her at 5:30, but she did not turn up.'
Later Wills added, 'She had an appointment with someone, and I got a bit mad and decided to end it all, but I did not kill her.' He then asked whether she had suffered much and, after being assured that she had, Wills said: 'She deserved to die.'
That evening, after Inspector C Parsons had explained he would be held pending further enquiries, Wills told him: 'Our sex life was perfect. If I did not go to her, she would come to me.' During the journey by police van to Pontypool station, Detective Constable Brinley Wheatstone alleged that Wills said to him: 'What does it feel like to be sat by a killer? You have got your man.'
Sergeant Albert Cooke said Wills told him: 'I have known Mrs Parry about three years, ever since I was demobbed. We became very intimate and lived for one another. She had everything a person could have, a home and a husband. She was very friendly with my mother. I tried, but could not break the association. For three years we lived in the same world...'
He went before a magistrate at Pontypool on July 1st and was committed for trial during the autumn assizes at Newport.

Justice
Wills maintained his innocence both during and after the trial, but the evidence against him was strong.Laboratory testing carried out by Emlyn G. Davies, the senior scientific officer at Cardiff Forensic Lab, had determined that the blood on his shirt matched Sylvina's blood group, and the shoe prints in the boxroom were a perfect fit to Wills'. More damning still was the matching of Wills' fingerprints to those found on Sylvina's handbag and the bathroom walls. Police hypothesised that Sylvina had been changing out of her work clothing when Wills knocked on the door. Quickly throwing on the rain mac, she answered, and the two went on to have consensual sex. It was after this that Wills attacked Sylvina and left her for dead, pausing only to hastily attempt to hide the body under bed.
[Local folklore maintained that after murdering Sylvina, Wills went drinking in Pontnewydd pubs, where he drunkenly confessed to people and tried to avoid John Parry who was out looking for his wife. No idea how much truth is in that part of the tale! ETA: Apparently so; Wills told police he came back from Newport after his 'set-to' with Kid Logan, went to the Pontnewydd Hotel, then from there to his house where he took between 15 and 20 sleeping tablets.]


It emerged that Wills and Sylvina's affair had lasted some three years, and that Wills had apparently been struggling with some kind of mental struggle since the spring of 1947. Dr. F. T. Nolan of Pontnewydd testified to the fact at Wills' trial, explaining that he had complained of melancholia leading to suicidal tendencies in December '46, and was examined by consulting staff at the County Mental Hospital. They recommended electrical therapy treatment, but Wills refused it. In 1947 Wills attempted suicide by cutting his wrist with a razor blade, but was not deemed sufficiently ill to be certified.
The trial was held on November 9th 1948, with Mr A. J. Long, KC, arguing for the defence that Wills did not know what he was doing at the time of the offence. The judge, Mr Justice Hallet, summed up for over an hour, advising the jury that Wills' mental health was the concern of professionals - in direct contrast to Long's statement that: "Sometimes the idea gets abroad that you must have medical evidence and experts to say that this man was insane in that sense, but I venture to suggest that that is not the law of this country. You are entitled to say, without a shred of medical evidence, that this man, when he did it, was afflicted by a mental disease and did not know what he was doing."
Justice Hallet explained: "The state of your [Wills'] mind will be the subject of further enquiries, as it always is in such cases, but there is only one sentence which can be passed on you according to law. ... In this country, rightly or wrongly, human life is regarded as something which should be protected by law, and it has never been thought right that the accused person should readily escape his responsibility by saying, 'I must have been mad.' If a man knows he is killing a woman, where is there any scope for saying he does not know the nature and quality of his act?"
The jury found Wills guilty after deliberating for less than half an hour and he was duly sentenced to death. At the beginning of December the Home Secretary announced his decision that there were no sufficient grounds for his interfering in the verdict on December 1st, meaning that Wills was duly hanged at Cardiff prison just over a week later, on December 9th 1948. The execution was carried out by Stephen Wade, assisted by H.W. Critchell; it was Critchell's final execution.
Wills' body was buried in the prison grounds, before eventually being dug up along with five others to make way for a new cell block in 2003.
Sources:
- July 17th 1948 edition of the Perth Mirror.
- Western Mail accounts of the trial.
- Foul Deeds and Suspicious Deaths in Newport - Terry Underwood. (2004)
- Afternoon Tryst Turned Deadly - The Citizen Record. (19 March 2014)
- FindmyPast / Ancestry records.
A Welsh Vampire
A/N: I wrote this back in 2009 for a 'true crime' group I used to be a member of on Livejournal. It's a summary of the 2001 murder of a 90-year-old pensioner in Llanfair PG (i.e. Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch) by a 17-year-old boy who believed the act would transform him into a vampire...
The Victim:
Mabel Leyshon; a 90-year-old widow who lived alone in a bungalow, her husband, a former soldier, having died 14 years previously. She had lived in the village for over 30 years, and had previously been one of her attacker’s customers when he was the local paperboy. She was described by neighbours as a very private person who did not mingle much in the local community. One neighbour, Frank Jones, told the BBC: “I’ll be honest with you, I didn’t know her name was Mabel – that’s how private a lady she was.”
Her cousin, Beatrice Williams, told the court that, although physically weak, Mabel was relatively independent and had a “keen and lively” mind. Beatrice said that Mabel generally rose at 7:00am and “the first thing she would do in the mornings is put lipstick on and she would like to have her hair done regularly.”
The Perpetrator:
Matthew Hardman; a 17-year-old art and design student at Coleg Menai in Bangor. Friends from college and his former school, David Huws School, claimed that Hardman was “remarkably normal”. After the trial a family friend told the press: "He wasn't a weirdo. He didn't wear black, and neither was he a village bad lad. He was just a normal kid who wore jeans and trainers. That's what makes it all the more shocking."
Born in Amlwch, on the North coast of Anglesey, Hardman moved to Llanfair in 1998, aged 13, with his mother Julia (a nurse) and her partner Alan Benneyworth, a former Ministry of Defence fireman. His father died the same year from an asthma attack. Former schoolteachers claimed that Hardman was “a well behaved boy with a good sense of humour” who struggled somewhat academically as a result of dyslexia, but was a talented artist. Friends said his art portfolio was full of “morbid” and “depressing” images, although one claimed: “I don’t think anyone thought much of it before this happened.”
Hardman had completed one term of college, and was holding down a part-time job as a kitchen-porter at a local hotel when he was arrested in January 2002. Hardman has always denied any involvement.
Early Signs:
On September 23rd 2001 Hardman was arrested for assaulting a 16-year-old German exchange student. The pair were in the girl’s bedroom smoking cannabis and talking when the subject of vampires arose. Hardman claimed that Llanfair was the “perfect” location for vampires - because most residents were elderly it could be made to appear that victims had died of natural causes. Hardman then accused the girl of being a vampire, pushing his neck against her mouth and begging her to bite him. Thinking it to be a joke the girl refused.
She began to scream when he then pinned her to the bed and again demanded that she bite him. Her landlady and an 18-year-old Chinese student who shared the accommodation rushed to her aid, to find Hardman holding her down and protesting, “But she’s a vampire”. She told the court: “I was really afraid because he had this lunatic look in his eye... I felt responsible because I had told him so many things about vampires before and he got it messed up in his head.”
The Chinese student, a friend of Hardman’s who had actually introduced the pair, said: “I saw the defendant, he appeared to be crazy and shouting. The girl looked scared. I tried to stop him and I slapped him on the face once. He kept on asking the girl to bite him. He was not scared of anyone. I tried to slap him again but it didn’t really work.” Hardman continued to shout and punched himself in the nose, hoping the scent of blood would prove irresistible to the ‘vampire’. “He told the girl and the landlady to smell his blood. He wiped his face and wiped his nose and then raised his palm.”
The police were called and Hardman was arrested at 1:30am by Sergeant Peter Nicholson who told the court: “I attempted to speak to him to get him to leave peacefully. He didn’t make any sort of coherent response. All he could say was ‘bite my neck’.” Hardman was taken, handcuffed, to the police station for breach of the peace, but no charges were brought.
Hardman however claimed he could not remember the attack, his use of cannabis having impaired his recollection. Furthermore, he denied having ever referred to killing elderly people. When told he had said vampires normally killed old women he replied: “Did I say that? That is news to me.”
The Attack:
On Saturday November 24th 2001, with his mother and her partner away and under the influence of cannabis, Hardman broke into Mabel Leyshon’s bungalow by throwing a slate through the bottom glass panel of the back door and then crawling through it. He crept up on the pensioner from behind – being hard of hearing, she could not hear him over the sound of the television in the front room. She struggled and Hardman proceeded to stab her 22 times with a knife he had brought from his own home.
“He then arranged her dead body on an armchair with her legs propped up on a stool. Two brass pokers were placed on the floor below her feet in the form of an inverted cross, two candlesticks were placed by her body and a red candle was placed on the mantelpiece. Hardman then proceeded to slice her chest open, ripped out her heart, wrapped it in newspaper and placed it in a saucepan on top of a silver platter. He then made three deep gashes in the back of Mrs Leyshon’s leg and drained the blood into the pan before drinking it.” (Source: Vampire Criminals)
In court it was claimed: "This is an incident that a person has taken some time over and possibly enjoyed because the blood in the saucepan has dried out before the newspaper [containing the heart] is put into it."
The corpse was found at lunchtime the following day by a meals-on-wheels volunteer who rang the police upon noticing a broken window.
The Search:
Initially the police had no idea where to look for the perpetrator of such a vicious and macabre crime, and local residents were in a state of panic. Crime was unusual in the area – there had only been one reported incident of burglary so far that year! At a news conference in Caernarfon on the following Tuesday, police appealed for information on the driver of a blue transit van seen in Mabel’s driveway the preceding Wednesday. Enquiries were made into the movements of 37-year-old David Glyn Griffiths who came to the attention of police when he committed suicide by setting himself alight and jumping from the local Britannia Bridge on December 4th. His involvement was soon ruled out. A man who was seen loitering outside Mabel’s home on the afternoon of the incident was also eliminated; he came forward on December 9th to tell police he had simply been waiting for a lift to work.
There was also investigation into a possible link between Mabel’s murder and that of 79-year-old Joan Albert in Capel St Mary, Ispwich. Ms Albert had also been stabbed repeatedly, however any connection had been ruled out by December 19th. Police made the decision to tell the press details of the crime, for example the fact that her heart had been removed and that more than 100 people had already given DNA samples for elimination purposes.
On December 20th a BBC Crimewatch reconstruction was aired in the hope of it leading to new leads. This was the first time Crimewatch had made an appeal in Welsh, the aim being to attract more attention from Anglesey where over 90% of residents are Welsh speakers. Detective Superintendent Alan Jones, who was leading the investigation, told the programme: “The thoughts are he’s local, may well have a mental illness… is socially isolated and will have demonstrated some extremely strange behaviour.” The show generated 200 phone calls.
Following the Crimewatch appeal the details of Hardman’s earlier arrest were pointed out to investigating officers and a warrant was eventually issued after Hardman's answers were inconsistent with an earlier statement. A search of Hardman’s bedroom revealed his interest in vampires. He was found to have accessed websites such as The Vampire Rights Movement and the Vampire/Donor Alliance; Hardman claimed he had visited them “just to have a look”. He also had a copy of Bram Stoker’s “Dracula”, a library book entitled “The Devil: An Autobiography”, and two copies of “Bizarre” magazine (a popular soft porn / alternative lifestyle title) – one of which included an article on how to perform a black mass.
This was used against Hardman in court although he claimed that his supposed obsession with vampires was only a “subtle interest”. Richard N. Kocsis mentions the case in his 2007 book, “Serial Murder and the Psychology of Violent Crimes”, as evidence of how a “weird” hobby in fact proves very little and is comparable, for example, to the connection between high-school shootings in the USA with metal music.
There was more conclusive evidence however. DNA found at the murder scene matched blood found within a knife handle in the pocket of a coat in Hardman’s bedroom. In addition a pair of his Levi shoes (which had been recently laundered) matched footprints at the scene, and some of his DNA was mixed with blood on the windowsill from which he left the house. The chance of the latter belonging to someone else was said to be one in 73 million.
When arrested just before 8am on Tuesday January 8th 2002, DC Dewi Harding Jones said: “He (the defendant) turned round to his mother and said, don’t worry, it’s alright, mum. I didn’t do anything.” At 6:12pm on Thursday 10th January Det Sup Alan Jones emerged from Caernarfon police station to announce that Hardman had been charged with murder. A judge at Caernarfon court ordered Hardman to be remanded in custody until trial, and also placed a prohibition on his being named in the press. This was not to be lifted until almost the very end of his trial in August 2002.
A team of 60 officers worked on the case; described at the time as “the most callous and brutal” North Wales Police had ever seen. The five team leaders were presented with commendations for their “professionalism” and “determination” from North Wales Police Chief Constable Richard Brunstrom in May 2003.
The Trial:
Held at Mold Crown Court the fourteen-day trial was held over July and August 2002. Roger Thomas QC, for the prosecution argued that Hardman was obsessed with vampires: “This was a murder carried out to satisfy the defendant's own sadistic and selfish ends. He may now deny it or seek to play it down but we submit that in November 2001 he was fascinated by and believed in vampires. He believed they existed, believed they drank human blood, and believed most importantly that they could achieve immortality."
Mr. Thomas went on to say: “These are not the views of a mentally unstable defendant – he is perfectly sane and there is no medical issue whatsoever for you [i.e. the jury] to consider.”
Hardman’s defence barrister, Robin Spencer QC told the court the teenager was innocent. He claimed that there was no conclusive evidence that the blood in the saucepan had been drunk, and dismissed the link between the murder and the earlier assault on the German girl. The murder, he said, was the work of a cold and calculating killer, whereas the assault was sloppy, the result of someone out of control on cannabis. “Is this 17-year-old dyslexic, somewhat naive young man who lacks self-assurance the brutal, calculated evil, cold-blooded killer the prosecution suggest he must be?” He revealed that other suspects, such as a man who was preoccupied with the occult and had once nailed a bird to a crucifix, had not been properly eliminated from enquiries.
Hardman continued to insist he could not recall his whereabouts or actions. Child psychologist Gunars Grinaulds told the court that Hardman had a very poor concept of time and impaired short term memory, which could explain his apparent confusion. Norma Jones, 64, said she trusted Hardman completely following decorating work he had carried out for her. She went on to say that: “He was a very hard worker, neat and tidy.”
This need not mean he was not capable of the crime though. Top forensic-psychologist, Ian Stephen, told the BBC: "So many teenagers become obsessed with parts of culture like this young man. It’s very difficult for parents to pick up these changes from normal interests to something that can become quite scary... If someone had ridiculed him, he may have needed to compensate for this – something like vampirism may have given him what he was looking for.”
Hardman claimed he was with the Chinese student (who had slapped him to try and halt his assault on the German girl) at the time of the murder. His friend denied this however, saying that he would have been at work at the time. Detective Sergeant Iestyn Davies, Hardman’s interviewing officer, said that in spite of his story’s inconsistencies: "He was cool, unfazed and fairly laid back, even though we questioned him in a number of interviews over a three-day period. Not only that, but when he was charged with the murder, he showed absolutely no emotion. At no stage during the interview did he even cry. It is something that really brings it home to you, how a 17-year-old boy could be so cool."
In court Hardman attempted to appear, in the words of the Sun, “cocksure” and confident by answering the prosecution’s questions with “I don’t recall.” However his persistent hand-wringing and facial twitch betrayed his nervousness.
The jury, made up of seven women and five men, deliberated for four hours before returning a unanimous ‘guilty’ verdict. Mr. Justice Richards gave Hardman a life sentence, stipulating that he should serve a minimum of twelve years. He concluded: "I can make an allowance for a degree of confused thinking and immaturity, for some childish fantasising, but the fact remains this was an act of great wickedness and one that you have not faced up to and one for which you have not shown any remorse… Vampirism had indeed become a near obsession with you, that you really did believe that this myth may be true, that you did think that you would achieve immortality by the drinking of another person's blood and you found this an irresistible attraction."
Hardman burst into tears.
What next?
Hardman immediately set about trying to appeal the conviction. In August 2002, whilst detained at a HMYOI Doncaster, his solicitor Michael Strain said: “We believe there are grounds for appeal and papers will be lodged with the Appeal Court before Friday. A single judge will now consider whether there are sufficient grounds for appeal. We are hopeful that a hearing will be held before Christmas. If the judge agrees, he will grant Mr Hardman legal aid and the matter will go to a full hearing in London. That hearing, if it goes ahead, could be held next spring." This application for appeal was turned down.
In October 2003 his second attempt at being granted the right to appeal was also turned down.
In the Media:
In Spring 2004 a documentary, “Y Fampir” (lit. The Vampire), was broadcast as part of “Cwmni Drwg” on Welsh language channel, S4C. It examined the possible influence of the vampire phenomenon in the media on Hardman’s actions. Romanian academic and Count Dracula’s only living relative, Constantin Balaceanu-Stolnici told the programme: "Dracula never drank blood. It's irresponsible of people in Britain to transfer responsibility for Mabel Leyshon's murder to my ancestor; this is not his responsibility because his behaviour was not one of a Satanist."
Dyfed Edwards also included the case (Fampir Ynys Mon – the vampire of Anglesey) in his 2003 book, “Dynion Dieflig” (Diabolical Men).
In May 2008 Channel Five’s series “True CSI” aired a reconstruction of the police investigation; angering residents of Llanfair PG who accused the channel of insensitivity. County councillor John Penri Williams told the press: “The home help who discovered the break-in and found Mrs Leyshon used to give my mum her meals. It was particularly distressing for her, and to do this in the form of entertainment is quite distasteful. There are many older people here who were quite petrified and a number of them left the village.” Mrs Leyshon’s niece, Ann Williams, 60, said: “I don’t really want it to be shown, but I cannot do anything to stop it.”
Larry Bambrick, executive producer of True CSI, which was broadcast at 11pm on Saturday, said: “The episode that deals with the case of Mabel Leyshon concentrates on the painstaking forensic and detective work needed to catch her killer. By matching shoe prints and tiny pieces of DNA, police were able to solve a murder that shocked a small town. We interviewed a number of detectives and forensic experts involved in the case and it’s that story — of science and detection – that we wanted to tell.”
The case has also been featured in:
Presumably this wasn't what he was going for.
The Victim:
Mabel Leyshon; a 90-year-old widow who lived alone in a bungalow, her husband, a former soldier, having died 14 years previously. She had lived in the village for over 30 years, and had previously been one of her attacker’s customers when he was the local paperboy. She was described by neighbours as a very private person who did not mingle much in the local community. One neighbour, Frank Jones, told the BBC: “I’ll be honest with you, I didn’t know her name was Mabel – that’s how private a lady she was.”
Her cousin, Beatrice Williams, told the court that, although physically weak, Mabel was relatively independent and had a “keen and lively” mind. Beatrice said that Mabel generally rose at 7:00am and “the first thing she would do in the mornings is put lipstick on and she would like to have her hair done regularly.”

Mabel Leyshon.
The Perpetrator:
Matthew Hardman; a 17-year-old art and design student at Coleg Menai in Bangor. Friends from college and his former school, David Huws School, claimed that Hardman was “remarkably normal”. After the trial a family friend told the press: "He wasn't a weirdo. He didn't wear black, and neither was he a village bad lad. He was just a normal kid who wore jeans and trainers. That's what makes it all the more shocking."
Born in Amlwch, on the North coast of Anglesey, Hardman moved to Llanfair in 1998, aged 13, with his mother Julia (a nurse) and her partner Alan Benneyworth, a former Ministry of Defence fireman. His father died the same year from an asthma attack. Former schoolteachers claimed that Hardman was “a well behaved boy with a good sense of humour” who struggled somewhat academically as a result of dyslexia, but was a talented artist. Friends said his art portfolio was full of “morbid” and “depressing” images, although one claimed: “I don’t think anyone thought much of it before this happened.”
Hardman had completed one term of college, and was holding down a part-time job as a kitchen-porter at a local hotel when he was arrested in January 2002. Hardman has always denied any involvement.
Matthew Hardman.
Early Signs:
On September 23rd 2001 Hardman was arrested for assaulting a 16-year-old German exchange student. The pair were in the girl’s bedroom smoking cannabis and talking when the subject of vampires arose. Hardman claimed that Llanfair was the “perfect” location for vampires - because most residents were elderly it could be made to appear that victims had died of natural causes. Hardman then accused the girl of being a vampire, pushing his neck against her mouth and begging her to bite him. Thinking it to be a joke the girl refused.
She began to scream when he then pinned her to the bed and again demanded that she bite him. Her landlady and an 18-year-old Chinese student who shared the accommodation rushed to her aid, to find Hardman holding her down and protesting, “But she’s a vampire”. She told the court: “I was really afraid because he had this lunatic look in his eye... I felt responsible because I had told him so many things about vampires before and he got it messed up in his head.”
The Chinese student, a friend of Hardman’s who had actually introduced the pair, said: “I saw the defendant, he appeared to be crazy and shouting. The girl looked scared. I tried to stop him and I slapped him on the face once. He kept on asking the girl to bite him. He was not scared of anyone. I tried to slap him again but it didn’t really work.” Hardman continued to shout and punched himself in the nose, hoping the scent of blood would prove irresistible to the ‘vampire’. “He told the girl and the landlady to smell his blood. He wiped his face and wiped his nose and then raised his palm.”
The police were called and Hardman was arrested at 1:30am by Sergeant Peter Nicholson who told the court: “I attempted to speak to him to get him to leave peacefully. He didn’t make any sort of coherent response. All he could say was ‘bite my neck’.” Hardman was taken, handcuffed, to the police station for breach of the peace, but no charges were brought.
Hardman however claimed he could not remember the attack, his use of cannabis having impaired his recollection. Furthermore, he denied having ever referred to killing elderly people. When told he had said vampires normally killed old women he replied: “Did I say that? That is news to me.”
Llanfair PG is best known for having the longest official place name in Europe.
The Attack:
On Saturday November 24th 2001, with his mother and her partner away and under the influence of cannabis, Hardman broke into Mabel Leyshon’s bungalow by throwing a slate through the bottom glass panel of the back door and then crawling through it. He crept up on the pensioner from behind – being hard of hearing, she could not hear him over the sound of the television in the front room. She struggled and Hardman proceeded to stab her 22 times with a knife he had brought from his own home.
“He then arranged her dead body on an armchair with her legs propped up on a stool. Two brass pokers were placed on the floor below her feet in the form of an inverted cross, two candlesticks were placed by her body and a red candle was placed on the mantelpiece. Hardman then proceeded to slice her chest open, ripped out her heart, wrapped it in newspaper and placed it in a saucepan on top of a silver platter. He then made three deep gashes in the back of Mrs Leyshon’s leg and drained the blood into the pan before drinking it.” (Source: Vampire Criminals)
In court it was claimed: "This is an incident that a person has taken some time over and possibly enjoyed because the blood in the saucepan has dried out before the newspaper [containing the heart] is put into it."
The corpse was found at lunchtime the following day by a meals-on-wheels volunteer who rang the police upon noticing a broken window.
The case was dealt with by North Wales Police.
The Search:
Initially the police had no idea where to look for the perpetrator of such a vicious and macabre crime, and local residents were in a state of panic. Crime was unusual in the area – there had only been one reported incident of burglary so far that year! At a news conference in Caernarfon on the following Tuesday, police appealed for information on the driver of a blue transit van seen in Mabel’s driveway the preceding Wednesday. Enquiries were made into the movements of 37-year-old David Glyn Griffiths who came to the attention of police when he committed suicide by setting himself alight and jumping from the local Britannia Bridge on December 4th. His involvement was soon ruled out. A man who was seen loitering outside Mabel’s home on the afternoon of the incident was also eliminated; he came forward on December 9th to tell police he had simply been waiting for a lift to work.
There was also investigation into a possible link between Mabel’s murder and that of 79-year-old Joan Albert in Capel St Mary, Ispwich. Ms Albert had also been stabbed repeatedly, however any connection had been ruled out by December 19th. Police made the decision to tell the press details of the crime, for example the fact that her heart had been removed and that more than 100 people had already given DNA samples for elimination purposes.
On December 20th a BBC Crimewatch reconstruction was aired in the hope of it leading to new leads. This was the first time Crimewatch had made an appeal in Welsh, the aim being to attract more attention from Anglesey where over 90% of residents are Welsh speakers. Detective Superintendent Alan Jones, who was leading the investigation, told the programme: “The thoughts are he’s local, may well have a mental illness… is socially isolated and will have demonstrated some extremely strange behaviour.” The show generated 200 phone calls.
Following the Crimewatch appeal the details of Hardman’s earlier arrest were pointed out to investigating officers and a warrant was eventually issued after Hardman's answers were inconsistent with an earlier statement. A search of Hardman’s bedroom revealed his interest in vampires. He was found to have accessed websites such as The Vampire Rights Movement and the Vampire/Donor Alliance; Hardman claimed he had visited them “just to have a look”. He also had a copy of Bram Stoker’s “Dracula”, a library book entitled “The Devil: An Autobiography”, and two copies of “Bizarre” magazine (a popular soft porn / alternative lifestyle title) – one of which included an article on how to perform a black mass.
This was used against Hardman in court although he claimed that his supposed obsession with vampires was only a “subtle interest”. Richard N. Kocsis mentions the case in his 2007 book, “Serial Murder and the Psychology of Violent Crimes”, as evidence of how a “weird” hobby in fact proves very little and is comparable, for example, to the connection between high-school shootings in the USA with metal music.
There was more conclusive evidence however. DNA found at the murder scene matched blood found within a knife handle in the pocket of a coat in Hardman’s bedroom. In addition a pair of his Levi shoes (which had been recently laundered) matched footprints at the scene, and some of his DNA was mixed with blood on the windowsill from which he left the house. The chance of the latter belonging to someone else was said to be one in 73 million.
When arrested just before 8am on Tuesday January 8th 2002, DC Dewi Harding Jones said: “He (the defendant) turned round to his mother and said, don’t worry, it’s alright, mum. I didn’t do anything.” At 6:12pm on Thursday 10th January Det Sup Alan Jones emerged from Caernarfon police station to announce that Hardman had been charged with murder. A judge at Caernarfon court ordered Hardman to be remanded in custody until trial, and also placed a prohibition on his being named in the press. This was not to be lifted until almost the very end of his trial in August 2002.
A team of 60 officers worked on the case; described at the time as “the most callous and brutal” North Wales Police had ever seen. The five team leaders were presented with commendations for their “professionalism” and “determination” from North Wales Police Chief Constable Richard Brunstrom in May 2003.
A Town and Country Murder featured the case in S2:EP2 in 2014.
The Trial:
Held at Mold Crown Court the fourteen-day trial was held over July and August 2002. Roger Thomas QC, for the prosecution argued that Hardman was obsessed with vampires: “This was a murder carried out to satisfy the defendant's own sadistic and selfish ends. He may now deny it or seek to play it down but we submit that in November 2001 he was fascinated by and believed in vampires. He believed they existed, believed they drank human blood, and believed most importantly that they could achieve immortality."
Mr. Thomas went on to say: “These are not the views of a mentally unstable defendant – he is perfectly sane and there is no medical issue whatsoever for you [i.e. the jury] to consider.”
Hardman’s defence barrister, Robin Spencer QC told the court the teenager was innocent. He claimed that there was no conclusive evidence that the blood in the saucepan had been drunk, and dismissed the link between the murder and the earlier assault on the German girl. The murder, he said, was the work of a cold and calculating killer, whereas the assault was sloppy, the result of someone out of control on cannabis. “Is this 17-year-old dyslexic, somewhat naive young man who lacks self-assurance the brutal, calculated evil, cold-blooded killer the prosecution suggest he must be?” He revealed that other suspects, such as a man who was preoccupied with the occult and had once nailed a bird to a crucifix, had not been properly eliminated from enquiries.
Hardman continued to insist he could not recall his whereabouts or actions. Child psychologist Gunars Grinaulds told the court that Hardman had a very poor concept of time and impaired short term memory, which could explain his apparent confusion. Norma Jones, 64, said she trusted Hardman completely following decorating work he had carried out for her. She went on to say that: “He was a very hard worker, neat and tidy.”
This need not mean he was not capable of the crime though. Top forensic-psychologist, Ian Stephen, told the BBC: "So many teenagers become obsessed with parts of culture like this young man. It’s very difficult for parents to pick up these changes from normal interests to something that can become quite scary... If someone had ridiculed him, he may have needed to compensate for this – something like vampirism may have given him what he was looking for.”
Hardman claimed he was with the Chinese student (who had slapped him to try and halt his assault on the German girl) at the time of the murder. His friend denied this however, saying that he would have been at work at the time. Detective Sergeant Iestyn Davies, Hardman’s interviewing officer, said that in spite of his story’s inconsistencies: "He was cool, unfazed and fairly laid back, even though we questioned him in a number of interviews over a three-day period. Not only that, but when he was charged with the murder, he showed absolutely no emotion. At no stage during the interview did he even cry. It is something that really brings it home to you, how a 17-year-old boy could be so cool."
In court Hardman attempted to appear, in the words of the Sun, “cocksure” and confident by answering the prosecution’s questions with “I don’t recall.” However his persistent hand-wringing and facial twitch betrayed his nervousness.
The jury, made up of seven women and five men, deliberated for four hours before returning a unanimous ‘guilty’ verdict. Mr. Justice Richards gave Hardman a life sentence, stipulating that he should serve a minimum of twelve years. He concluded: "I can make an allowance for a degree of confused thinking and immaturity, for some childish fantasising, but the fact remains this was an act of great wickedness and one that you have not faced up to and one for which you have not shown any remorse… Vampirism had indeed become a near obsession with you, that you really did believe that this myth may be true, that you did think that you would achieve immortality by the drinking of another person's blood and you found this an irresistible attraction."
Hardman burst into tears.
The trial was heard at Mold Crown Court.
What next?
Hardman immediately set about trying to appeal the conviction. In August 2002, whilst detained at a HMYOI Doncaster, his solicitor Michael Strain said: “We believe there are grounds for appeal and papers will be lodged with the Appeal Court before Friday. A single judge will now consider whether there are sufficient grounds for appeal. We are hopeful that a hearing will be held before Christmas. If the judge agrees, he will grant Mr Hardman legal aid and the matter will go to a full hearing in London. That hearing, if it goes ahead, could be held next spring." This application for appeal was turned down.
In October 2003 his second attempt at being granted the right to appeal was also turned down.
In the Media:
In Spring 2004 a documentary, “Y Fampir” (lit. The Vampire), was broadcast as part of “Cwmni Drwg” on Welsh language channel, S4C. It examined the possible influence of the vampire phenomenon in the media on Hardman’s actions. Romanian academic and Count Dracula’s only living relative, Constantin Balaceanu-Stolnici told the programme: "Dracula never drank blood. It's irresponsible of people in Britain to transfer responsibility for Mabel Leyshon's murder to my ancestor; this is not his responsibility because his behaviour was not one of a Satanist."
Dyfed Edwards also included the case (Fampir Ynys Mon – the vampire of Anglesey) in his 2003 book, “Dynion Dieflig” (Diabolical Men).
In May 2008 Channel Five’s series “True CSI” aired a reconstruction of the police investigation; angering residents of Llanfair PG who accused the channel of insensitivity. County councillor John Penri Williams told the press: “The home help who discovered the break-in and found Mrs Leyshon used to give my mum her meals. It was particularly distressing for her, and to do this in the form of entertainment is quite distasteful. There are many older people here who were quite petrified and a number of them left the village.” Mrs Leyshon’s niece, Ann Williams, 60, said: “I don’t really want it to be shown, but I cannot do anything to stop it.”
Larry Bambrick, executive producer of True CSI, which was broadcast at 11pm on Saturday, said: “The episode that deals with the case of Mabel Leyshon concentrates on the painstaking forensic and detective work needed to catch her killer. By matching shoe prints and tiny pieces of DNA, police were able to solve a murder that shocked a small town. We interviewed a number of detectives and forensic experts involved in the case and it’s that story — of science and detection – that we wanted to tell.”
The case has also been featured in:
- "True Vampires: Blood-Sucking Killers Past and Present" - Sondra London. (October, 2003)
- "Satanic Killings" - Frank Moorhouse. (2006)
- "The Encyclopedia of Serial Killers" - Michael Newton. (2006)
- "Nowhere to hide: The most evil criminals in Britain are brought to justice by amazing DNA technology" - John Mcshane (February, 2008)
- "Vampire Nation" - Arlene Russo. (2008)
- "From Demons to Dracula: The Creation of the Modern Vampire Myth" - Matthew Beresford. (2008)
- "When Kids Kill: Unthinkable Crimes of Lost Innocence" - Jonathan Paul. (2011)
- "Real Vampires, Nightstalkers and Creatures from the Darkside" - Brad Steiger. (2013)
- "Written in Blood: A Cultural History of the British Vampire" - Paul Adams. (2014)
Finally, a cheery end to a gruesome post:
The Vampire Craig.
This is what a true Welsh vampire would be like!
Friday Five - Mistaken Identity

I've been fascinated this week by the story of Jessica Krug, a white Jewish woman from Kansas City who has spent her entire academic career pretending to be a woman of colour who grew up in the Bronx. Throughout history there have been so many cases of people claiming false racial identities, for all sorts of reasons. Most often though, unsurprisingly, it has been a way to avoid persecution and discrimination, and to generally better an individual's life chances.
In white, western cultures it is more unusual to see claims like Krug's however. (Albeit common enough for it to have gained a name in 'soulmaning', as coined by Luther Wright, Jr. in reference to the 1986 film Soul Man.) The benefits are less obvious and, as social media becomes ever more prevalent, it seems almost inconceivable that someone would be able to get away with such a ruse for long. But people can and do; here are some examples...

#5. Academia and Advantage
So, clearly, the poster child right now is Jessica Krug. After some furtive dabbling with North African ancestry, Krug began claiming Puerto Rican heritage while working on her PHD at the University of Wisconsin. Over time her story became progressively more elaborate, until Krug's entire identity was founded on her fake claims of a violent and impoverished upbringing in the Bronx. They say that offence is the best form of defence, and Krug took it to heart. She was more discriminated against, more authentic, more real, than the actual people of colour she lived and worked alongside. Anybody who questioned her was a racist. Anybody who had the gall to study in her field - African Studies - without 'lived experience' was a target for her righteous outrage. In hindsight it was all an overdone act, but it was an act she got away with for over a decade all the same.
Yet these kind of claims, presumably rooted in the desire to sound more authoritative on any given subject are by no means a 21st century invention. There are those who did it as a short term experiment - think John Howard Griffin or Grace Halsell - and there are those who lived with the deceit for years. Claims of Native American and / or First Nations ancestry seem to be especially common. Jackie Marks, aka Jamake Highwater, received over $800,000 in broadcasting grants in the 1980s as a result of his false claims to Cherokee ancestry. A decade earlier Asa Earl Carter reinvented himself as the Cherokee author Forrest Carter, effectively burying his past as a Klansman and anti-civil rights campaigner. Jimmie Durham, Andrea Smith, and Yeffe Kimball all claimed Native American heritage, purportedly for career advancement, while Archibald Stansfeld Belaney - better known as Grey Owl - falsely claimed First Nations ancestry, helping him to become a respected authority on nature conservation in the 1930s.
Sometimes it's a lie that grows out of control in the retelling, and sometimes it's an attempt to deceive right from the outset. Like the 'how isn't this a movie yet?' tale of George Psalmanazar who convinced the great and good of the early 18th century that, far from being a white French man, he hailed from Formosa (Taiwan). To support his claims he invented a language, wrote books, and generally spun a web so fantastical - Formosa had everything from mole people to cannibal priests who got through 18000 hearts a year - its amazing that anyone ever believed, yet alone took years to discredit it. You can read his An Historical and Geographical Description of Formosa on Google Books. Already dramatised is the story of Mary Wilcocks from Devon who convinced 1817 Bristol society she was Princess Caraboo of the island of Javasu in the Indian Ocean.
An offshoot of this category, I'd argue, are people who publish under false names (or maintain false personas online, etc) in the hope of attracting more attention to themselves and their work by implying - or explicitly claiming - particular racial identities. Examples include Erich Scheurmann's supposed translations of speeches by a Samoan chief, Tim Barrus who published fictitious memoirs as the Navajo American Nasdijj, Michael Derrick Hudson who used the pen name Yi-Fen Chou to get his poetry published, and BethAnn McLaughlin who used Twitter to invent a Hopi anthropology professor who was an outspoken fan of McLaughlin's, before 'killing' her off in July 2020.

#4. Hollywood Hype
Back when the studio ruled all it was nothing unusual for actors and actresses to be given completely fabricated identities for publicity. Pictured is Theda Bara, the original 'vamp' of the silver screen, who was billed as the daughter of a white French woman and an Arab Sheik - instead of plain old Theodosia Burr Goodman from Ohio, daughter of Swiss and Polish immigrants.
Early Hollywood was really all about the whitewashing though. For the most part everyone was upfront about the fact it was a white actor behind the black/red/yellowface, despite ludicrous statements like Picture Show's 1921 contention that 'it is difficult to realise that Nick Cogley is not always black and not always a woman'. There were some more ambiguous cases though: Warner Oland was invariably cast as Asian despite having nothing but Swedish and Saami heritage (contrary to his claims of Mongolian descent), and David Carradine claimed his distant (much disputed) Cherokee ancestry was one of the reasons why audiences were able to read him as non-white in Kung Fu. Even as late as 2013 Johnny Depp's casting as Tonto in The Lone Ranger was justified with by then disproved claims of Cherokee ancestry.
Perhaps most famously, Espera Oscar 'Iron Eyes Cody' de Corti bought so strongly into his studio image that he completely denied his Sicilian parentage from the 1940s onwards, claiming Native American heritage both on and off screen.

#3. Background Blur
Sometimes people simply don't know any better than what they're told of their ancestry. A famous case in this category is that of Fauna Hodel, who was adopted as a baby by a black couple who believed she was the product of a mixed race relationship. The truth, as she eventually discovered, was that her white birth mother, Tamar Hodel, told authorities the unnamed father was black in an attempt to marry a well meaning friend: neither realized interracial marriage was still illegal in 1951 California. Fauna's real father was a white rapist who took advantage of a 15 year old girl who had just been through a highly traumatic - and highly publicized - incest trial against her own father, Dr. George Hodel. He's also the guy many people think murdered Elizabeth Short the 'Black Dahlia', and might have been the Zodiac Killer into the bargain. The whole thing has been dramatized for TNT as I Am The Night.
Perhaps their stories weren't always quite as wild, but in the days before easy DNA testing one can only imagine how many people around the world identified into communities they had no biological link to. In recent times it has become increasingly apparent that family tradition and biological reality can be at odds with each other; for example people who claimed Native American heritage based on family lore have been found to lack the DNA evidence. (See: historian Ward Churchill and U.S. Senator Elizabeth Warren.)

#2. Self Identification
Sometimes claiming a false racial identity is driven by the fact, in the words of Rachel Dolezal, "nothing about being white describes who I am." Dolezal was born to white parents, had nothing but white heritage, but still came to consider herself black. By the time her parents revealed the truth to the world, Dolezal had been living as black for many years and was even president of her local chapter of the NAACP.
Similarly, Mark Stebbins said he had come to think of himself as black by the time he ran for Los Angeles City Council in 1983. When his claims to black identity helped him unseat sitting councillor Ralph Lee White, the latter responded by launching a recall in 1984 based on Stebbins' birth certificate. Those who knew him were divided on the issue; his barber said he was definitely black, his dad said "I consider him white, racially," though qualified it with, "but his outlook is toward the black." None of it seemed to make a difference to Stebbins. 32 years later, so says this LA Times write up, he was still describing himself as black.
Other examples that might fit into this category include the stories of Terry Tafoya / Ty Nolan who claimed to have been 'culturally adopted' by a Warm Springs family and so identified as being of Native American heritage, and Anthony Ekundayo Lennon whose racial ambiguity extended to his own self identity. This piece in the Guardian really highlights some of the complexities behind what, at first glance, looks like a simple case of fraudulent identity.

#1. I'll Do Anything For Love...
This is the story that inspired this post, after I read a great Twitter thread and article on the history of white people passing for black by @Rachel Swarns -
Clarence King, so says his Wikipedia page, was an American geologist, mountaineer and author. In 1878 he published Systematic Geology, apparently recognised as 'one of the great scientific works of the late nineteenth century', and a year later became the first director of the newly created United States Geological Survey. What I'm saying is that he was well known, respected, and spent lots of time living the well off Victorian dream - socialising, collecting art, and growing facial hair. But. In 1887 he met Ada Copeland, a former slave from Georgia, and fell head over heels in love.
Rather than play on his class and notoriety, King convinced Ada that he was a mixed race Pullman porter named James Todd. They married and had five children over the next thirteen years, with him living as James Todd with his wife and family, and Clarence King when he went off for weeks at a time, supposedly working on the railroad. He eventually confessed all to Ada. In a letter he wrote from his deathbed in 1901.
Other examples include Carrie Plant, a white woman who darkened her face with burnt cork so she could marry the man she loved in 1880, and the 1913 case of Joseph Lawrence, a white farmer who was put on trial in New Orleans for marrying a black woman. The Crisis reported: "Through the arrest of Lawrence and his colored wife the police discovered a hard situation. All around Lee Station the white farmers and fishermen and other classes have intermarried with colored people and reared large families regardless of the law against such. A number of arrests have been made, but it has been impossible to convict one for the reason that the white parties all went on the stand and swore they were colored."
I started planning out a sixth section, doing it for the 'gram, but actually that's a rabbit hole I feel like there's no escape from!
Friday Five - Tragic Silent Starlets
FIVE TRAGIC SILENT STARLETS
Nothing quite conjures up early Hollywood like a glamorous blonde destined for a tragic end...
#5. Martha Mansfield
In 1912 Martha Ehrlich, 14, decided she was going to be an actress and set about securing herself a role in a Broadway production of Little Women. She continued to work on the stage and as a model until she signed with the Essanay Studios for six months in 1917. After a stint with the Ziegfeld Follies, she turned to Hollywood where she became known for her role in Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. By November 1923 she was signed to Fox Film Corporation and working on the civil war drama, The Warrens of Virginia.
Martha had just completed a scene, dressed in ruffles and hooped skirts, when she went to sit in her car - and her clothing burst into flames. The chauffeur's hands were badly burned as he attempted to put the fire out, and her life was only saved by Wilfrid Lytell throwing his heavy coat over her head. Even so she suffered terrible burns and died the following day, aged 24. To this day it remains a mystery who threw the match witnesses saw set her dress aflame.
#4. Thelma Todd
Nicknamed 'the ice cream blonde', Thelma Todd began entering beauty pageants after graduating high school in 1923. Just like the plot of a bad rom-com, she was talent spotted at one of these contests and by 1926 she was signed with Paramount. With the advent of the talkies she became a popular comedienne, playing opposite the greats of the day like Buster Keaton, Laurel & Hardy, and the Marx Brothers. In 1934 she invested in a cafe, using her star power to turn it into a highly successful business.
Thelma had everything to live for - but on the morning of Monday 16th December 1935 her maid, Mae Whitehead, found Thelma's body in her car. She had died of carbon monoxide poisoning, still dressed in the evening gown she had worn to a party on the night of Saturday 14th December. The official theory is that her driver dropped her off at around 3:45am on Sunday morning, almost two hours after her boyfriend, Roland West, had warned her to be home by. To teach her a lesson he had locked her out, leaving her little choice but to trek up a steep hill to her garage where she started up the car to warm up.
Except. Her hair was still perfectly styled. There was no way she had hiked up that hill in the wind. This also throws doubt upon any suicide theory, along with the fact that her career and cafe were on the up and, an awkward encounter with her violent ex-husband Pat DiCicco aside, her fellow partygoers said she had been in good spirits.
Thelma's mother, though later backing down, claimed her daughter was murdered and her chauffeur recalled that she had ordered him not to stop at any lights during the drive home, afraid of 'gangland bullets'. DiCicco worked for 'Lucky' Luciano, and there were claims that Thelma's Sidewalk Cafe was being used as a gambling den... Whatever the truth, Thelma was just 29 when she lost her life.
#3. Jean Harlow
Born Harlean Harlow Carpenter, Jean Harlow's film career was something of an accident. Dared by her friend Rosalie Roy to audition for Central Casting, she used the name Jean Harlow and was offered various jobs before her mother convinced her to take work in early 1928 as a $7 a day extra in Honour Bound. By the end of the year she had signed a five year contract with Hal Roach Studios for $100 a week - only to tear it up in March 1929 on account of her career coming between her and her husband, Chuck McGrew.
After their divorce later that year, Jean returned to acting and bagged the leading role in Hell's Angels, the highest grossing film of 1930. Although her acting failed to impress the critics, her box office credentials were such that MGM bought out her existing contract for $30,000 on March 3rd 1932 - Jean's 21st birthday. Not even the premature and suspicious death of her second husband, MGM executive Paul Bern, could slow her rise to the top - nor her divorce from third husband Harold Rosson in 1934.
By 1937 Jean was a worldwide star, but the workload was taking its toll. She contracted severe influenza in the January, then suffered sepsis following a wisdom tooth extraction in March. On the set of Saratoga in May 1927 she complained of nausea and abdominal pain, and had to be escorted home on the 29th after almost collapsing, where she was diagnosed with an inflamed gallbladder. It wasn't until another doctor was brought in for a second opinion on June 6th that the truth was realised - Jean was in the final stages of kidney failure. She was admitted to LA's Good Samaritan Hospital that evening, but fell into a coma and died at 11:37am the next morning, aged just 26.
#2. Olive Thomas
Olive Duffy dropped out of school at 15 to get a job, and married Bernard Krug Thomas less than a year later in April 1911. By 1913 they were separated and Olive moved to New York to live with family. There she won the 'Most Beautiful Girl in New York City' contest and began a new career as an illustrator's model. From there she joined the Ziegfeld Follies in 1915 and entered an affair with Florenz Ziegfeld, who refused to leave his wife, Billie Burke, for her.
In 1916, having obtained a divorce from Thomas, she began dating Jack Pickford. They eloped together in October 1916 and married, though in public they played the long game and only announced their engagement in 1917. By 1920 their tumultuous marriage was on the rocks and, in an attempt to save it, the pair travelled to France for a second honeymoon. After a long night of partying they returned to their hotel room around 3am on September 6th 1920, where Jack promptly fell asleep.
Olive, tired and the worse for drink and possibly cocaine, mistook Jack's liquid mercury bichloride - prescribed to treat his syphilis - for sleeping pills and began screaming. She was rushed to hospital but eventually died five days later. Officially recorded as an accident, rumours of suicide, overdose, and even murder continued to circulate until Jack's death in 1933 and beyond.
#1. Lucille Ricksen
There are tragic starlets and then there is poor little Lucille Ricksen. Born Ingeborg Myrtle Elisabeth Ericksen in 1910, both she and her older brother Marshall were put to work as models and actors practically from birth. At 11, Samuel Goldwyn cast her in The Adventures of Edgar Pomeroy, and she quickly became recognised as one of the most promising actresses of her generation.
That wasn't enough for her agents. By 1923 she was being cast as an adult and proclaimed as the silver screen's youngest leading lady by the press - even after aging her up by three years. Her workdays were long and gruelling, so much so that she churned out ten full length films in just seven months in 1924. Later that year she fell ill, though continued to work on The Galloping Fish and then The Denial, until she was diagnosed with tuberculosis and confined to bed in January 1925. Just a few weeks later, towards the end of February, her mother Ingeborg suffered a heart attack and collapsed - dead - atop Lucille's bed.
On March 13th Lucille followed her mother to the grave. Her official cause of death was TB. Rumours swirled that the real cause was a botched abortion, possibly the result of an encounter with The Galloping Fish co-star Sydney Chaplin. Her death was seen as a warning to parents not to force their child stars to grow up too soon. For 14-year-old Lucille it was already too late.
Nothing quite conjures up early Hollywood like a glamorous blonde destined for a tragic end...
#5. Martha Mansfield
In 1912 Martha Ehrlich, 14, decided she was going to be an actress and set about securing herself a role in a Broadway production of Little Women. She continued to work on the stage and as a model until she signed with the Essanay Studios for six months in 1917. After a stint with the Ziegfeld Follies, she turned to Hollywood where she became known for her role in Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. By November 1923 she was signed to Fox Film Corporation and working on the civil war drama, The Warrens of Virginia.
Martha had just completed a scene, dressed in ruffles and hooped skirts, when she went to sit in her car - and her clothing burst into flames. The chauffeur's hands were badly burned as he attempted to put the fire out, and her life was only saved by Wilfrid Lytell throwing his heavy coat over her head. Even so she suffered terrible burns and died the following day, aged 24. To this day it remains a mystery who threw the match witnesses saw set her dress aflame.

#4. Thelma Todd
Nicknamed 'the ice cream blonde', Thelma Todd began entering beauty pageants after graduating high school in 1923. Just like the plot of a bad rom-com, she was talent spotted at one of these contests and by 1926 she was signed with Paramount. With the advent of the talkies she became a popular comedienne, playing opposite the greats of the day like Buster Keaton, Laurel & Hardy, and the Marx Brothers. In 1934 she invested in a cafe, using her star power to turn it into a highly successful business.
Thelma had everything to live for - but on the morning of Monday 16th December 1935 her maid, Mae Whitehead, found Thelma's body in her car. She had died of carbon monoxide poisoning, still dressed in the evening gown she had worn to a party on the night of Saturday 14th December. The official theory is that her driver dropped her off at around 3:45am on Sunday morning, almost two hours after her boyfriend, Roland West, had warned her to be home by. To teach her a lesson he had locked her out, leaving her little choice but to trek up a steep hill to her garage where she started up the car to warm up.
Except. Her hair was still perfectly styled. There was no way she had hiked up that hill in the wind. This also throws doubt upon any suicide theory, along with the fact that her career and cafe were on the up and, an awkward encounter with her violent ex-husband Pat DiCicco aside, her fellow partygoers said she had been in good spirits.
Thelma's mother, though later backing down, claimed her daughter was murdered and her chauffeur recalled that she had ordered him not to stop at any lights during the drive home, afraid of 'gangland bullets'. DiCicco worked for 'Lucky' Luciano, and there were claims that Thelma's Sidewalk Cafe was being used as a gambling den... Whatever the truth, Thelma was just 29 when she lost her life.

#3. Jean Harlow
Born Harlean Harlow Carpenter, Jean Harlow's film career was something of an accident. Dared by her friend Rosalie Roy to audition for Central Casting, she used the name Jean Harlow and was offered various jobs before her mother convinced her to take work in early 1928 as a $7 a day extra in Honour Bound. By the end of the year she had signed a five year contract with Hal Roach Studios for $100 a week - only to tear it up in March 1929 on account of her career coming between her and her husband, Chuck McGrew.
After their divorce later that year, Jean returned to acting and bagged the leading role in Hell's Angels, the highest grossing film of 1930. Although her acting failed to impress the critics, her box office credentials were such that MGM bought out her existing contract for $30,000 on March 3rd 1932 - Jean's 21st birthday. Not even the premature and suspicious death of her second husband, MGM executive Paul Bern, could slow her rise to the top - nor her divorce from third husband Harold Rosson in 1934.
By 1937 Jean was a worldwide star, but the workload was taking its toll. She contracted severe influenza in the January, then suffered sepsis following a wisdom tooth extraction in March. On the set of Saratoga in May 1927 she complained of nausea and abdominal pain, and had to be escorted home on the 29th after almost collapsing, where she was diagnosed with an inflamed gallbladder. It wasn't until another doctor was brought in for a second opinion on June 6th that the truth was realised - Jean was in the final stages of kidney failure. She was admitted to LA's Good Samaritan Hospital that evening, but fell into a coma and died at 11:37am the next morning, aged just 26.

#2. Olive Thomas
Olive Duffy dropped out of school at 15 to get a job, and married Bernard Krug Thomas less than a year later in April 1911. By 1913 they were separated and Olive moved to New York to live with family. There she won the 'Most Beautiful Girl in New York City' contest and began a new career as an illustrator's model. From there she joined the Ziegfeld Follies in 1915 and entered an affair with Florenz Ziegfeld, who refused to leave his wife, Billie Burke, for her.
In 1916, having obtained a divorce from Thomas, she began dating Jack Pickford. They eloped together in October 1916 and married, though in public they played the long game and only announced their engagement in 1917. By 1920 their tumultuous marriage was on the rocks and, in an attempt to save it, the pair travelled to France for a second honeymoon. After a long night of partying they returned to their hotel room around 3am on September 6th 1920, where Jack promptly fell asleep.
Olive, tired and the worse for drink and possibly cocaine, mistook Jack's liquid mercury bichloride - prescribed to treat his syphilis - for sleeping pills and began screaming. She was rushed to hospital but eventually died five days later. Officially recorded as an accident, rumours of suicide, overdose, and even murder continued to circulate until Jack's death in 1933 and beyond.

#1. Lucille Ricksen
There are tragic starlets and then there is poor little Lucille Ricksen. Born Ingeborg Myrtle Elisabeth Ericksen in 1910, both she and her older brother Marshall were put to work as models and actors practically from birth. At 11, Samuel Goldwyn cast her in The Adventures of Edgar Pomeroy, and she quickly became recognised as one of the most promising actresses of her generation.
That wasn't enough for her agents. By 1923 she was being cast as an adult and proclaimed as the silver screen's youngest leading lady by the press - even after aging her up by three years. Her workdays were long and gruelling, so much so that she churned out ten full length films in just seven months in 1924. Later that year she fell ill, though continued to work on The Galloping Fish and then The Denial, until she was diagnosed with tuberculosis and confined to bed in January 1925. Just a few weeks later, towards the end of February, her mother Ingeborg suffered a heart attack and collapsed - dead - atop Lucille's bed.
On March 13th Lucille followed her mother to the grave. Her official cause of death was TB. Rumours swirled that the real cause was a botched abortion, possibly the result of an encounter with The Galloping Fish co-star Sydney Chaplin. Her death was seen as a warning to parents not to force their child stars to grow up too soon. For 14-year-old Lucille it was already too late.

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