Tuesday, January 31, 2006

La dama del silencio and other oddities.

It's been a long time since my last post because I've been busy moving into my new home in Phoenix. I still have quite a few boxes left to unpack; we had a minor panic attack this evening when my husband could not find the cocktail shaker to mix up some margaritas.

We've moved into what I would describe as a quiet, middle class neighborhood where the yards and cars are well-tended. I had to fight my old dumpster-diving impulses the other day as I was driving down the street and I spied a perfectly good birdcage and some miscellaneous furniture set out by the roadside for trash pickup. Like my mother, who was raised during the Great Depression, I come from a working class background and I hate to see anything useful get tossed away.

When we first considered buying a house in North Phoenix, I despaired at the stretches of dark road bounded by open desert that separated our neighborhood from the more developed areas to the south. Being from a big city, I was afraid of the unknown: what if I blew a tire on the road? What if someone was trying to break into the house and there was no one around to help? What if I needed some chili cheese fries at midnight? Now that we've been in our new home for a few days, I have to say that I've seldom had a better night's sleep. It's so quiet and peaceful at night that I can sleep soundly. And I've also found a new appreciation for the desert. The saguaro cactus set against the backdrop of the mountains in the distance is just beautiful and now I can see why people who live around here don't want that main highway to get all built up and spoil the desert landscape.

I'm slowly getting set up again on the internet. For a few weeks, I was having to use the public computers at the library to access my email. I just got this email from my cousin, Alicia, who lives in Mexico City:



"Hay un caso raro e interesante en esta ciudad: una asesina serial.
Sólo mataba viejitas que vivían solas. Ya la encontraron pero la mujer,
que se hace llamar "La dama del silencio", casi no habla, así que le han ido
sacando con tirabuzón lo que hizo; hasta ahora lleva reconocidos 12
homicidios, pero se supone que son más de sesenta. La mujer, además
de asesina, era luchadora ruda y también pertenecía a una secta que
adora a "la santa muerte" (es una secta terrorífica y bastante clandestina),
así que la vida de esta persona estaba dedicada a la violencia."
Translation:

"There is a strange and interesting case in this city: a female serial killer. She only preyed upon elderly women who lived alone. They finally caught her but the woman, whom they have taken to calling "The Lady of Silence", almost did not speak...up til now they have charged her with 12 murders but they suspect that she may be responsible for more than 60. The woman, aside from being a killer, was a female wrestler "ruda" (the baddies) and also belonged to a sect that worshipped "Santa Muerta" (Saint Death) (a terrorific and very secret sect) wherein each member's life is dedicated to violence."

I suspect that my cousin may have slightly exaggerated the notoriety of the Santa Muerte cult. She could also have better information because she works closely with the major news agencies. I did a little Googling and found out that the killer was dubbed "Mataviejitas" (or little old lady killer) by the Mexican press and that police were originally looking for a transsexual male to female because of the unusual physical strength of the killer. This created quite a bit of controversy when the police decided to round up transsexuals in the search for the killer.

I wonder why my cousin thought to send this to me?

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

in the summer of 85 i graduated from high skoo and moved to phoenix. i didn't have a car, only a broken down bike. i was sooo punk that i wore only black clothes and my only shoes were creepers. i had to walk everywhere and the of my shoes literally melted away! after one month i called my mom and asked her to take me home (to O.C.)cause i couln't take it no more. Miss Alice, I hope you got yerself some light clothing, sandles, an air conditioned car and good fuckin luck ma'am!-georg.

Jenny Lens said...

Jenny Lens said...
Alice,
Great to hear from you again. Missed your insightful thoughts with so much irreverance thrown in (assume you and Greg enjoyed margaritas).

I too am constantly fighting my urges and sometimes giving into dumpster diving. I 'retreived' over 30 meal packets designed for raw foodists like myself, worth nearly $90! My parents, also children of the depression, were terribly embarrassed when I bragged of finding cool things at thrift stores or pulling things out of the trash.

Where does that urge come from? It's the artist in me, and concern over Mother Earth, a natural-born recycler. Being CREATIVE.

So "Violence Girl," who immersed herself into an alternative lifestyle and never totally removed herself, perhaps cranky from years of poor sleep, wonders why her cousin sent her this tidbit? Cos she knew Alice would get a kick outta it. A strong woman who dedicates her life to violence, killing little old ladies. Is that too perverse or what? People are strange. Or as the Screamers sang, "it's a violent world and you better get used to it."

Alice, we love you and thanks for touching base with us. "Gotta get back to the base." [X lyrics]

Just got "Loca Motion" with my photo of you, Connie Clarksville and Exene at Masque Benefit. Haven't read section on El Vez but saw my two photos. I can't wait to read it. What a fascinating book!!

gypsum gypsy said...

Hi from a Hwd. fanboy ca. 78-80 and voc/gtr in Distemper (we lived at Hollywest with Cheifs George Walker et al., gigged Blackie's). Seen 'em all: local, SF, NY, anyone else who came to town. Bags were the best. No one could touch you. Saw you recently at Suehiro with your fam but I was with mine and didn't want to bug you. I appreciate this site and all the resources (people) you've been able to draw back together with it. Truly wonderful, takes me back. Anyway, I'm finally speaking out cuz my punk rock wife was born in Bisbee and had to tell you: You've GOT to see Kartchner Caverns as long as you're in the state. Take the family. You'll never forget it. Study the history first. Imagine keeping a HUGE secret for 20 years just so the modern age won't trash something pristine and beautiful. (I'm reminded again of those Hollywood daze.) Patricia always had my heart but you always had my mind and soul. Rock on, Alice, wherever you go. --> Stupiddle

Anonymous said...

"La Dama del Silencio" was her name as a wrestler in Lucha Libre not what the police had come to call her because she was silent. The police called her "La Mata Viejitas" or (the killer of little old ladies.) And another point the Santa Muerte cult is huge and your cousin was not over exaggerating that.