Damien kirjoitti:Tootai kirjoitti:Mainitsin jo ainakin yhden syyn, nainen on väittänyt sekä isäänsä että setäänsä Zodiaciksi. Muihin väitteisiin lukeutuu mm. että hän olisi JFK:n avioton lapsi. Mutta saat tietenkin uskoa mitä tahansa, jos siitä on ihan CNN:llä kerrottu. Jos edellä mainitut faktat ei hetkauta kannasta, voin tietenkin koostaa naisen päättömyksistä pitemmänkin listan.
Näin väitit missä?Lähteitä?
Tuossa pari postausta ylempänä, herra on hyvä ja lukee.
JFK-väitteistä:
http://www.truecrimereport.com/2009/05/ ... diacjf.php
Deborah Perezin sisko Zodiac-väitteistä:
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.c ... .DTL&tsp=1
Most doubt 'Zodiac's daughter':
http://www.timesheraldonline.com/ci_12261411
A woman claiming her late father was the Zodiac killer is likely fabricating the story, one investigator in the notorious case said Wednesday. Kyseinen etsivä on George Bawart, yksi Zodiackiller.comin "harrastelijoista" ja mies joka tutki Zodiac-murhia työkseen.
Sähköpostiviesti Pereziltä, tässä kokonaisuudessaan koska useimmat eivät sitä varmaan pääse Zodiackiller.comin palstalta lukemaan:
Hello Tom,
This is Deborah Perez. We had spoken via telephone a few months back
regarding my knowledge that my father is the Zodiac Killer. Please know
that I realize you must receive hundred if not thousands of contacts from
people claiming to know. Please know the following: I am not a zodiac
killer fan, nor amateur sleuth. As a matter of fact, prior to my seeing the
composite on AMW, I really never knew anything at all of the case.
Please know that at the time of our initial conversation, I honestly had not
completely come to terms with my realization. Not only the realization of
who my father was but also what he had done; moreover, the overwelming realization that I was with him, I assisted him, and ultimately realizing Iwas his disguise. I realize that at the time of our conversation since I was not at terms with it, I may have come across as wishy-washy. I can assure you I am not. I have come to terms with my knowledge and participation and I am ready to come out with the entire truth. I have spoken to my family and I have their full support--that was my only concern--my family.
I have and I am continuing to conduct my due diligence to obtain facts and proof. It would be fruitless of me to attempt to continue to disprove when I know the truth, and I don't need the facts and proof....the public needs the Truth packaged a certain way. I am very well aware of that.
Upon my viewing the composite, it compelled me to search further as to why I knew the man in the composite. Upon my research, I realized that it looked like my dad. Now, I realize that that is not sufficient to come to the immediate conclusion that it was my dad in the Zodiac Killer composite.
Since I loved my dad very much, I continued with a due diligence to disprove that this man could not possibly be my dad. However, when I viewed the letters in evidence, I absolutely knew because some of them I helped my dad write and a few I wrote entirely. There could only be one of these letters and I recognize my writing as well as my dad's. The letter I wrote entirely is the Melvin Belli letter--I wrote this letter in an effort to try to help my dad. My dad was falling apart that night. That same night he showed me his photo album and told me some things that I have kept secret all these years. Please know I knew that my father had some strange tendencies, and I knew that he had killed people, and I knew that he was writing to a reporter because he himself told he told me; however, I never linked them to the Zodiac Killer because as I said I never followed it, nor did I have any previous interest whatsoever.
There are many, many, many,many details of which I am aware. We both know I can't release all today but I will say this. I knew Darlene Ferrin(I knew her as Dee, not Darlene) I was 7 and a half years old. My dad and I had gone to the restaurant where she worked several times, we had gone to the apartment where she lived two times (there was a babysitter present one of the times so maybe she is still alive and can verify).
Dee was married at one time to my cousin Jimmy his mother was my Aunt Joyce. Aunt Joyce was not his biological mother. Jimmy, as I was told by my Aunt Joyce, was abandoned at the hospital by his mother. My uncle Tom and Aunt Joyce raised and loved Jimmy as their own, and he was raised in Los Angeles CA. As a matter of fact, I didn't know that Jimmy was not my Aunt's biological child until I was 15 years old. The police report lists Jimmy Phillips but when he became older and was a hippie, he wanted all of us to use his last name Crabtree) Jimmy and Dee lived in Mexico for a time, and my dad was commuting back and forth to Mexico because we (my mother and my other siblings lived there up until October 31, 1966--the same year Jimmy and Dee were divorced.
On one of our visits to see Dee at the restaurant, there was a man named
George who knew her very well. George had his new wife with hime. He was hispanic--I know because he told us about not visiting Mexico in a while--my dad had also mentioned that I was half Mexican. My dad also told George how it is that we knew Dee--he stated thru Jimmy--his nephew's ex wife. He stated that he was there trying to help settle a money matter with Dee. Please know these were not really friendly visits--Dee was always a bit tense and upset around my dad. One time during our visit to the restaurant while my dad had walked away to the bathroom, Dee approached me accompanied by another waitress (a brunette) I was alone and she began questioning me who I was--when I told her that I was Debbie......(_______'s_) daughter. She seemed very confused. Then she said, You must be the little girl from Mexico _______ told me and Jimmy about. Then she immediately asked about Jimmy She then asked me a strange question, she referred to my father with
a name I had never heard before. When I told her that was not my dad's name, she then asked me if my dad was ever mean or had I seen him get mad. I shrugged my shoulders in confusion because of the name she used and because my dad was never mean as I stated to her. When I said that she really looked confused. Just then the waitress indicated to Dee that my dad came out and Dee quickly left.
On July 4,1969, my dad and I had gone to the restaurant to see Dee. She was not there at that time. So we drove around some residential areas and then later that evening we attended a fair. Dee was there--we ran into her. She again looked a little tense when she saw my dad. Dee was there with her younger sister. By that time, Dee said that my dad was different around me so she always like when I was around. My dad tried to have me leave, but Dee stated she liked when I was around, so I stayed. That night I won a stuffed animal and subsequently gave it to Dee for her little baby. My dad and she conversed a bit--it was tense--I didn't hear the conversation because of the loud noise around. Then the sister came looking for Dee and upon seeing my dad she immediately glared at my dad. She made a comment something like, "what's he doing here?" They left. We watched the fireworks. Then we went to the restaurant where Dee worked that same night.
I stayed in the car. There was a young man with a van--it looked like he
was fixing Dee's car--her hood was up. I recognized Dee's car because on the occasion when we went to her apartment, I helped my dad fix it. (Dee's car had a clutch--it stuck with me because this was the first time I had ever seen a car with a clutch (we had a Corvair--light colored, no clutch, which my dad subsequently painted green) (Dee only allowed my dad to work on her car because I was there and she felt safe with me. That is what she told my dad in front of me.)
On this eveing July 4, Dee was not outside at first. My dad walked up to
the young man. They were talking. Dee walked outside accompanied by her younger sister. Dee's sister sat in Dee's car. Dee and my dad were having a conversation which became very, very intense--they appeared to be arguing. Dee's sister kept interjecting something from the car. My dad finally came back to the car. He was visibly upset. We then went to a residential area and we parked watching a house (it was not the same apartment which we visited Dee on a previous occasion. While parked there, my dad suddenly said, "there they are," and we followed Dee's car. I recognized Dee's car--after a while my dad thought he lost them. There were two occupants in the Corvair we were following. Just then we turned onto a road and my dad said, "I think that's them--can you see if it's a Corvair?" I confirmed that it was, we followed them again, subsequently driving into a parking lot.
As we entered the parking lot, my dad slowed down--saw the Car parked and slowly approached Dee's car. My dad instructed me to stay in the car--I was in the front passenger's seat. My dad stepped out of the car, walked over to the passenger side, peeked in--the passenger window was open, as he peeked in, I could hear Dee saying something--it sounded like she was upset. as my dad was leaning over talking thru the passenger side to, I believe Dee, because she was talking very loud, the passenger was in the middle of it. Then my dad walked around to the driver's side and was yelling--the passenger inside of Dee's car climbed out of the passenger window. I could hear some things Dee was yelling--"I don't believe you. "You took my door handle." "Why did you take my door handle?" "I did everything you said." "What do you want." and then she asked, "Where's Debbie?" "I thought you had changed." "I don't believe you." My dad was loud, too, saying she should be at home with her husband and child, and then the passenger said something and my dad raised his head up and voice and said, "You'd better stay out of this if you know what is good for you. You have no idea what you are gettting yourself involved with." The passenger then held up both hands up and said, "hey man, I am just a friend--I don't want to get involved." The passenger then stood by the passenger side door, lit a cigarette and was smoking while my dad and Dee were yelling for what seemed a while. The passenger then looked over at our car and I believe he saw
me--he seemed to be making an attempt to look in our car. (I realize
Michael Mageau does not state this in any police reports but this
conversation did occur that night)
Finally, dad walked back to our car. He was visibly upset--he had a glassy look in his eyes. We then drove off a short distance. Suddenly we turned back to the parking lot, my dad said, "She doesn't think I'll do it because you are with me." As we pulled into the parking lot, I heard screeching of tires, yelling and shots (or what sounded like fireworks. My dad said it was just some kids in two vehicles screeching, hollering and shooting a gun celebrating. They soon left. We parked behind Dee's car. My dad instructed me to stay in the car--no matter what happened. My dad stepped out of our car. I then heard a shot, only this time it was closer than when the kids were shooting. I heard voices, screaming sounded like Dee, I saw flashed from where my dad was last standing. I then heard a guy yelling (only it sounded like someone had their hand over their mouth type of yelling) Then I saw my dad heading back toward our car so I was relieved to see he was okay because I thought those kids had returned and may hurt him. Then suddenly my dad heads back to Dee's car and I hear more shots, like pop, pop, pop, pop. I hear a man moan. I no longer heard any screaming from Dee. My dad walked back to our car.
When he entered our car, he had a flashlight and a gun, he placed the gun in a brown bag next to his right leg located on the floorboard. I was too afraid to ask my dad what had happened. He asked me if I saw anything and I said that I had not seen anything--that I hear screaming and shots. He stated that it was just the kids returning. Please know we were pulled over that night by two police officers. We were detained for about 15 minutes--I remember because my dad placed the brown bag in my back pants withmy jacket hiding it, he said they would not search a little girl, so the police officers never found it. They asked us if we knew anything about the incident--we told them that there were some kids hootin and hollering and just having fun shooting a gun. I never said anything because I truly was afraid of processing the Truth. I was 7 and a half at the time. This is only some details. I have many, many more.
I am in the process of having two reknown handwriting experts analyze both mine and my dad's writings. I will let you know the results. Please also know I have a reknown forensic psychologist with 32 years who has analyzed me with psych evals to confirm I am neither delusional, falsifying my statements, nor mentally ill in any shape or form. I am covering all legal bases.
Please call me so we can talk. Deb Perez 951- 378-****
PS sorry for long note--wanted you to know how detailed my memory of the facts is today.
Kertoo ehkä vähän naisen erikoisesta mielenlaadusta ja väitteiden kyseenalaisuudesta. Silmälasit joita Perez väittää Paul Stinen laseiksi ovat selvästi eri lasit. Olisi hauska kuulla mitä kyseisen naisen väitteissä on uskottavaa ja mielenkiintoista? Ei ole mitenkään ensimmäinen kerta kun joku pitää lehdistötilaisuuden ja väittää tietävänsä Zodiacin henkilöllisyyden. Kaufman, Beeman, Tarbox.. onhan noita pöpejä ollut.
