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Re: Crime Scene Pictures From The Black Dahlia Murder
 Pictured above is the mugshot of Elizabeth Short, better known as The Black Dahlia, arrested in 1943 for underage drinking in Santa Barbara. Born in Medford, MA, in 1924, Short spent her time after high school criss-crossing the country, eventually settling in Hollywood with predictably unrequited starlet-type aspirations. This aimless young lady came to national attention on 15 January 1947, after a stroller-pushing mother discovered her torn body in a vacant lot, torso cut in two and drained of its blood, a chunk of flesh taken from her leg and stuffed up her genitals, her hair freshly shampooed and still wet.       |
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03-01-2010, 05:54 PM
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Re: Crime Scene Pictures From The Black Dahlia Murder
On January 15, 1947, the severed halves of a young woman's body were splayed out in the grass of an empty lot. The victim had been horribly mutilated and crudely cut in two at the waist. Even worse, most of the wounds had apparently been inflicted before death. A fingerprint check of the corpse revealed her identity as twenty-two year old Elizabeth Short, known as the Black Dahlia. Elizabeth was a black-haired beauty who had an innate sensuality that drove men wild. She'd earned her name, not only because of her raven tresses, but also because she only wore black--black dresses, black shoes, black hose, and even black underwear. Fate had been unkind to Elizabeth from the beginning. Having grown up in an unhappy home, she struck out on her own at only 17. She worked in Florida as a waitress and fell in love with a solider; however, he was killed in the line of duty on a distant battlefield. Grieving terribly over his death, she took to drinking and dating other men, any other men, developing a reputation for being "easy." After she had recovered from her fiancee's death, she went to Santa Barbara where she met another serviceman, an Air Force Major. The couple fell in love and planned to marry as soon as he returned from overseas. But he was also killed in action. She never fully recovered from the second blow and began to drink heavily. She headed for California, and ultimately, to Hollywood in search of fame. And indeed, she joined the casting lines, getting many parts as extra, but her career never took off, and she'd ultimately find the greatest fame in death. Working as a waitress again, she barely got by and was always borrowing money from friends. She had a huge number of male friends and admirers many of which she drank with and stayed with. Whether she was promiscuous is still under debate, but men definitely pursued her with a passion, and she supposedly discarded lovers the way most women discard a pair of snagged hose. A man had been seen with her in a San Diego bus station a few days before her dismembered body was discovered. He admitted that he had been with her, had in fact gone on a drunken binge with her. But he told the police that afterwards, he'd taken her to the Biltmore Hotel in Los Angeles after she told him that she was going to "meet her sister," there. The police checked him out and accepted his story. And that's where the trail ended. No one knew what Elizabeth did or who she met afterward. She became lost in the city sprawl. Somewhere, however she met the man who'd brutally murdered her. From the moment the story hit the news, the police were overwhelmed by "confessions," and reports of suspects. A woman even confessed to the killing, walking into the station and saying: "The Black Dahlia stole my man. So I killed her and cut her up." These confessions and reports were investigated and usually discarded, because the confessor didn't know some crucial details known only to the police. One person even sent the police a message composed of cut up paper, signing it "The Black Dahlia Avenger." And then, in the midst of the investigative chaos, police received another baffling note, which read: "Here are Dahlia's belongings, Letter will follow." Enclosed with the note were Elizabeth's birth certificate, address book, and social security number. Some pages of the address book had been torn out--probably by the murderer, and the other names provided no leads. Despite all of the time and energy the police put into the case, the crime was never officially solved, and, to this day, the case remains, one of the greatest murder mysteries. No one knows exactly what happened, only that on the morning of January 15, 1947, the body of the Black Dahlia was discovered lying in the grass of an empty lot. The lady that discovered the body could not believe what she was seeing. It looked like a broken department store dummy. The pieces that were found were laid out for display, nude and neatly bisected at the waist. The Dahlia's breasts were slashed and covered with cigarette burns. Her mouth had been cut at the corners into a wide grin. Her head had been bashed in beyond recognition. The Black Dahlia's body showed evidence of other mutilations, the strangest of which was a deep triangle-shaped gouge in her left thigh. This was where the rose tattoo had been previously and the coroner found the tattoo secreted in another completely different part of the body. There were rope burns on her ankles and wrists and the authorities guessed that she had been subjected to a torture session that lasted probably for 3 days. The Black Dahlia was identified by her fingerprints. Sorry for the long post, guys. :P Got a bit into this one... There were even more details in the FBI reports I've been scouring, but I didn't bother to include it all. And if any of you love black&whites like me, you might find this interesting: www.paperlessarchives.com/blackdahlia.html  ·  ·  ·  ·  ·  ·  ·  ·  ·  · |
