A few years ago, when I was beginning to get seriously interested in this subject and showing rather more interest in the ‘Dear Boss’ letter than I do now, I read an obituary in the Daily Telegraph which was accompanied by a picture of David Berkowitz, better (and more notoriously) known as The Son of Sam. The report concerned the death of Ed Zigo, the New York City Police detective who had been Berkowitz’s arresting officer. Between 1976 and 1977 Berkowitz carried out a series of attacks on young people, which resulted in the deaths of six and serious injury to many more. One of the features of the ‘Son of Sam’ killings, as they became known, was that Berkowitz wrote taunting letters to the authorities and to a journalist by the name of Jimmy Breslin who worked for the New York Daily News. His reason for doing so was (he claimed) that he had been inspired to do so by Jack the Ripper. Berkowitz signed various different names to his letters including ‘Duke of Death’, ‘Mr Monster’, ’44 Killer’, ‘Chubby Behemoth’ and, of course most infamously, ‘Son of Sam’. One letter to Breslin had ‘The Wicked King Wicker’ appended to it. This title completely bemused the recipient, as well as the police to whom he forwarded it.
Some weeks after this letter was received Detective Zigo backed his instincts and followed up a report of a young man having been seen to remove and tear up a parking ticket placed on his car, close to one of the murder scenes. This line of enquiry led to Berkowitz, the car’s owner, but it was only when Zigo and a colleague took a wrong turn en route to Berkowitz’s address that the significance of the ‘Wicked King Wicker’ soubriquet became apparent. Although Berkowitz lived at 25, Pine Street in the Yonkers district of New York, the officers had inadvertently turned onto the adjacent Wicker Street – at which point they knew they were going after the right man.
I found Berkowitz’s claim to have written his letters after reading a book about Jack the Ripper interesting. Berkowitz was not a Ripper-style murderer but he was, nevertheless, a serial-killer who, rightly or wrongly, seems to have viewed the Whitechapel Murderer as a kindred spirit. After reading the Ed Zigo obituary it struck me (then) that, if Berkowitz had used Jack the Ripper as some kind of perverse inspiration, he might have taken the idea of giving the authorities a clue as to his address from something he thought he had identified in one of the letters supposedly written by that individual. This led me back to the ‘Dear Boss’. According to the AA route finder there are twelve Buckle Streets in Great Britain. Nine are in the Evesham area, a tenth in Sale, Greater Manchester and an eleventh in Peterborough. The twelfth is situated about 100 yards south of Whitechapel High Street and runs parallel to it. As a result of all this, I researched the family of two butcher brothers who, on the 1881 census, are recorded as living at 3, Buckle Street.
Some weeks after this letter was received Detective Zigo backed his instincts and followed up a report of a young man having been seen to remove and tear up a parking ticket placed on his car, close to one of the murder scenes. This line of enquiry led to Berkowitz, the car’s owner, but it was only when Zigo and a colleague took a wrong turn en route to Berkowitz’s address that the significance of the ‘Wicked King Wicker’ soubriquet became apparent. Although Berkowitz lived at 25, Pine Street in the Yonkers district of New York, the officers had inadvertently turned onto the adjacent Wicker Street – at which point they knew they were going after the right man.
I found Berkowitz’s claim to have written his letters after reading a book about Jack the Ripper interesting. Berkowitz was not a Ripper-style murderer but he was, nevertheless, a serial-killer who, rightly or wrongly, seems to have viewed the Whitechapel Murderer as a kindred spirit. After reading the Ed Zigo obituary it struck me (then) that, if Berkowitz had used Jack the Ripper as some kind of perverse inspiration, he might have taken the idea of giving the authorities a clue as to his address from something he thought he had identified in one of the letters supposedly written by that individual. This led me back to the ‘Dear Boss’. According to the AA route finder there are twelve Buckle Streets in Great Britain. Nine are in the Evesham area, a tenth in Sale, Greater Manchester and an eleventh in Peterborough. The twelfth is situated about 100 yards south of Whitechapel High Street and runs parallel to it. As a result of all this, I researched the family of two butcher brothers who, on the 1881 census, are recorded as living at 3, Buckle Street.
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