Isn't it sad how we pay more attention to killers are, what their personalities are/were, what drove them to do what the did, their life stories, than we do their victims?
There are probably numerous books written, documentaries produced, and movies made, about the lives of John Wayne Gacy and Ted Bundy and all of the other vicious, merciless killers of this world...Yet how many books, documentaries and films exist about the lives of their victims?
I understand that the serial killer is more "interesting" to us, as normal people, because the mindset of a killer is something most of us can thankfully never truly understand, and thus, it's fascinating, alien, taboo, intriguing, to try to enter the mind of a monster or find out "Why?"...But even still...The way we as a society focus a special on who these murderers were as people in a way puts them above their victims as people...It's exactly what many of these serial killers want: Power, control, influence, attention. It makes them more important than who they kill, and this importance is usually of great importance to serial killers.
Ironically, by studying serial killers, by interviewing them, we as a society are almost rewarding them even if we're only interviewing them or studying them for scientific purposes, for the interests of bettering society. Death and the Death Penalty seem to hold no real terror for men like Ted Bundy and the countless other serial killers who have met Death, be it in the electric chair, the gas chamber or through lethal injection.
But interviews, attention, a national focus on them--That brings these monsters joy. It's what they want. By talking about their murders, I'm sure, in a way, it allows them to relive the event; to replay the fantasy not only within themselves, but for a national audience--How thrilling and rewarding must that feel for a serial killer, whose whole existence is centered around fantasies?
If a potential killer--someone whose background, psychology and general mindset are conditioned toward the potential for violence, but who haven't killed yet--see all the attention, infamy and obsession that other men like them merit, could it not drive them to live out their demented fantasies, in the hope that they too will become another infamous icon, another Ted Bundy?
I'm sorry if I'm rambling in the way I state this message, but I hope the message itself is understood. I understand that the victims of serial killers are less "fascinating" than their killers, simply because they're so much like us--normal, average people--But that's a reason we should celebrate them, write books about THEIR lives, their dreams, their personalities. By knowing murder victims as only that, it lessens them as people--which is exactly what serial killers do to their victims in the first place. It degrades them to the level of objects, evidence in a crime. I'm not saying that that is the intent. I too find serial killers interesting and would love if every single one of them was caught and put beyond bars. But it's still sad that this fixation on the villain rather than the innocent victim is a part of our culture and even perhaps our nature as human beings.
I think if we celebrated and focused more on the victims of serial killers, than on the killers themselves, it'd at least be disheartening for the serial killer. It'd put his victim above him, it'd make his victim have in some small way more 'power' than him--Something a serial killer would likely hate.
I just hate that we see so many innocent lives taken--So many promising people's bright lights, bright futures extinguished--and in most cases we end up knowing little about them, except their death. What does a person's existence mean if their death is what their most remembered for? What does a person mean if we only know them as a corpse?
Ironically, sadly, we probably know a lot more about Ted Bundy, Richard Chase, John Wayne Gacy, H.H. Holmes, etc than we do about their victims. Their names live on despite their evil deeds, yet their victims go largely forgotten by the masses. At least in a case like Jack's--We don't know who the killer was for sure, so we focus on the victims, along of course with searching along Jack's cold trail--So at least Eddowes, Kelly, Stride, Nichols and Chapman's lives and histories before their deaths hold interest, and they aren't forgotten as people. But in most other cases, that isn't so.
There are probably numerous books written, documentaries produced, and movies made, about the lives of John Wayne Gacy and Ted Bundy and all of the other vicious, merciless killers of this world...Yet how many books, documentaries and films exist about the lives of their victims?
I understand that the serial killer is more "interesting" to us, as normal people, because the mindset of a killer is something most of us can thankfully never truly understand, and thus, it's fascinating, alien, taboo, intriguing, to try to enter the mind of a monster or find out "Why?"...But even still...The way we as a society focus a special on who these murderers were as people in a way puts them above their victims as people...It's exactly what many of these serial killers want: Power, control, influence, attention. It makes them more important than who they kill, and this importance is usually of great importance to serial killers.
Ironically, by studying serial killers, by interviewing them, we as a society are almost rewarding them even if we're only interviewing them or studying them for scientific purposes, for the interests of bettering society. Death and the Death Penalty seem to hold no real terror for men like Ted Bundy and the countless other serial killers who have met Death, be it in the electric chair, the gas chamber or through lethal injection.
But interviews, attention, a national focus on them--That brings these monsters joy. It's what they want. By talking about their murders, I'm sure, in a way, it allows them to relive the event; to replay the fantasy not only within themselves, but for a national audience--How thrilling and rewarding must that feel for a serial killer, whose whole existence is centered around fantasies?
If a potential killer--someone whose background, psychology and general mindset are conditioned toward the potential for violence, but who haven't killed yet--see all the attention, infamy and obsession that other men like them merit, could it not drive them to live out their demented fantasies, in the hope that they too will become another infamous icon, another Ted Bundy?
I'm sorry if I'm rambling in the way I state this message, but I hope the message itself is understood. I understand that the victims of serial killers are less "fascinating" than their killers, simply because they're so much like us--normal, average people--But that's a reason we should celebrate them, write books about THEIR lives, their dreams, their personalities. By knowing murder victims as only that, it lessens them as people--which is exactly what serial killers do to their victims in the first place. It degrades them to the level of objects, evidence in a crime. I'm not saying that that is the intent. I too find serial killers interesting and would love if every single one of them was caught and put beyond bars. But it's still sad that this fixation on the villain rather than the innocent victim is a part of our culture and even perhaps our nature as human beings.
I think if we celebrated and focused more on the victims of serial killers, than on the killers themselves, it'd at least be disheartening for the serial killer. It'd put his victim above him, it'd make his victim have in some small way more 'power' than him--Something a serial killer would likely hate.
I just hate that we see so many innocent lives taken--So many promising people's bright lights, bright futures extinguished--and in most cases we end up knowing little about them, except their death. What does a person's existence mean if their death is what their most remembered for? What does a person mean if we only know them as a corpse?
Ironically, sadly, we probably know a lot more about Ted Bundy, Richard Chase, John Wayne Gacy, H.H. Holmes, etc than we do about their victims. Their names live on despite their evil deeds, yet their victims go largely forgotten by the masses. At least in a case like Jack's--We don't know who the killer was for sure, so we focus on the victims, along of course with searching along Jack's cold trail--So at least Eddowes, Kelly, Stride, Nichols and Chapman's lives and histories before their deaths hold interest, and they aren't forgotten as people. But in most other cases, that isn't so.
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