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Sunday, March 21, 2010 - 3:36 PM
fter he was
released from Leavenworth in 1910, Panzram had nowhere to go. Though he
was only 19, he had already spent a substantial portion of his young
life in reform schools and prison. At Leavenworth, any semblance of hope
that he may have had to grow into a mature, productive adult citizen
was effectively destroyed. Years of abuse and physical torture had taken
their toll. There was no family who cared about him, no real home and
no prospects for the future. He had probably never known a woman's touch
in his life to that point and never evolved as a man in natural way.
"All that I had on mind at that time was a strong determination to raise
plenty of hell with anyone and everybody in every way I could," he
said.For the next few years, Panzram drifted across
Kansas, Texas, through the Southwest and into California. During this
time, he was arrested several times using the name "Jeff Baldwin" for
vagrancy, burglary, arson and robbery. He escaped from jails in Rusk,
Texas, and The Dalles, Oregon. "I burned down old barns, sheds, fences,
snow sheds or anything I could, and when I couldn't burn anything else I
would set fire to the grass on the prairies, or the woods, anything and
everything." When he burglarized homes, he looked
for guns first. "I would spend all my spare change on bullets. I would
take potshots at farmers' houses, at the windows. If I saw cows or
horses in the fields, I would cut loose at them," he wrote. Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire rode the
trains over vast distances and spent time in Washington, Idaho, Oregon
and Utah, cutting a path of destruction across the country in a
methodical, relentless way that kept police hot on his trail but a step
behind. He raped without mercy, rarely passing up an opportunity to take
on a new victim. "Whenever I met one that wasn't too rusty looking I
would make him raise his hands and drop his pants. I wasn't very
particular either. I rode them old and young, tall and short, white and
black. It made no difference to me at all except that they were human
beings," he said years later. During the summer of
1911, as "Jefferson Davis," Panzram drifted from town to town, robbing
people and escaping by the rails whenever he could. In Fresno,
California, he was arrested for stealing a bicycle. He was sent to the
county jail for six months but escaped after only 30 days. He jumped a
freight train heading northwest and brought along some stolen guns that
he had buried outside town before he got arrested. While he was in a
boxcar with two other bums, he saw another opportunity for rape. "I was
sizing up the youngest and the best looking one of the two and figuring
when to pull out my hog leg and heist' em up," he said. But a railroad
cop found his way into the boxcar and tried to extort money from the men
or he would throw them off the train. Panzram had other ideas. "I
pulled out my cannon and told him I was the fellow who went around the
world doing people good," he said. Panzram robbed the cop of his watch
and whatever money he had. Then, while the other two men watched, he
raped the officer at gunpoint. He then forced the other two men to do
the same by "using a little moral persuasion and much waving around of
my pistol, they also rode Mr. Brakeman around." Panzram threw all the
men off the train and continued his trip up to Oregon where he became
one of the many seasonal loggers who roamed the countryside looking for
work. And when work couldn't be found, they survived by any means
available.
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