In Search Of The REAL Bonnie And Clyde

Author's note: This all started for me when I read about a book signing by Jeff Guinn here in Dallas. I was contemptuous because I saw it was a book about Bonnie and Clyde and it smacked to me after all this time of someone making an easy dollar off their fame and off their pain. I couldn't have been more wrong.

Several weeks later I see a special on Bonnie and Clyde and turns out their true story really has been obscured by both myth and misinformation and author Jeff Guinn's "Go Down Together" was a fine piece of work uncovering that story while taking no sides but the truth. But in that truth I found many tears. What cruelty has wrought this world.

I used all this as a stepping stone to document their local history and explore their story along with learning my video camera (hence the crude videos embedded). What follows is my retracing of their steps, of two kids who died in their early twenties whose biggest crime (of many) was not knowing they weren't supposed to live life.

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You've read the story of Jesse James
of how he lived and died.
If you're still in need;
of something to read,
here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde.

Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang
I'm sure you all have read.
how they rob and steal;
and those who squeal,
are usually found dying or dead.

There's lots of untruths to these write-ups;
they're not as ruthless as that.
their nature is raw;
they hate all the law,
the stool pigeons, spotters and rats.

They call them cold-blooded killers
they say they are heartless and mean.
But I say this with pride
that I once knew Clyde,
when he was honest and upright and clean.

It's 1922 and you as a child are living in the squalor camps of West Dallas. Your family can't even afford a tent, you sleep under the horse wagon dragged in from the failed farm abandoned by your father. For most in the camps there is no way out: you're born, you suffer, you die. You are separated from the downtown skyscrapers you see by the vast earthen levees meant to keep the Trinity river from ruining the holy land. It's meant to keep you out too - for the very same reason.

There are two kinds of sin in this world and neither are ever forgiven: sin in the eyes of God and sin in the eyes of man. God wants you to live, to see your dreams fulfilled and your heart happy regardless of anything else. If you fail in this you will suffer without recourse. But the world does not tolerate the living, it cares not if your dreams are fulfilled or if your heart sings. And in tragic mockery if you fail to please it you will also suffer without recourse. From such things are the seeds of disaster sown.

But the law fooled around;
kept taking him down,
and locking him up in a cell.
Till he said to me;
"I'll never be free,
so I'll meet a few of them in hell"

The road was so dimly lighted
there were no highway signs to guide.
But they made up their minds;
if all roads were blind,
they wouldn't give up till they died.

The road gets dimmer and dimmer
sometimes you can hardly see.
But it's fight man to man
and do all you can,
for they know they can never be free.

From heart-break some people have suffered
from weariness some people have died.
But take it all in all;
our troubles are small,
till we get like Bonnie and Clyde.

No human on this planet passes without asking this question: "For what am I living (or dying) for?" When Bonnie and Clyde started their bloody path they already considered themselves dead. What was left to do? The trick became to somehow find some life before the grim reaper came calling. If you place their lives in this perspective, many of their senseless acts become more understandable: there was no plan for the future because there was no future to be had.

Most people when told they don't deserve a life accept that and die. Bonnie and Clyde never understood why they should die. But when Bonnie wrote "till we get like Bonnie and Clyde" she shows an insight lost on most: that sooner or later a breaking point comes. If we truly believe society can be no better than this then we will implode, the price we pay for believing every life is not deserved. Slowly this truth is dawning on us here in the 21st century and our true faces revealed once and for all.

And no more will we have to listen to high talk of "how things should be". It will be death for the unholy grooms and brides.

If a policeman is killed in Dallas
and they have no clue or guide.
If they can't find a fiend,
they just wipe their slate clean
and hang it on Bonnie and Clyde.

There's two crimes committed in America
not accredited to the Barrow mob.
They had no hand;
in the kidnap demand,
nor the Kansas City Depot job.

A newsboy once said to his buddy;
"I wish old Clyde would get jumped.
In these awfull hard times;
we'd make a few dimes,
if five or six cops would get bumped"

The police haven't got the report yet
but Clyde called me up today.
He said, "Don't start any fights;
we aren't working nights,
we're joining the NRA."

Desperate times create desperate people. Who are Bonnie and Clyde if born a generation later? As a child, Clyde's greatest joy was music and his first stated desire for a profession was to be part of a band (he kept a musical instrument with him the rest of his life, a saxophone in the death car). Who would that kid be if he'd grown up with the opportunities the 50's? Bonnie also had a performer's mentality, dreaming of fame on Broadway. But like bloggers of today, her creative outlet was reduced to what she simply had on hand: writing.

Sadly, society takes no final responsibility upon itself - and that is the source of much bloodshed and oppressive despair that boils over. We're all in this together. Helping you is helping me. Making cops the criminals and the outlaws saints isn't going to solve anything. Yet we keep traveling down that road leaving a growing trail of human carnage, blaming the rock that hits us but never the force behind it.

After all, who killed Jesus? Was it merely the few Roman soldiers who drove in the nails? No one else touched him, right? Or was it the court system? Or was the true reality that all those who believed he should die carry blood upon their hands? So you see, you can never touch a gun and yet still be a killer just the same. I see Bonnies and Clydes in business suits, in Congress, in grocery stores, in churches and everywhere else. They may be safe from "the laws" of this world but not so much in the next.

From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
is known as the Great Divide.
Where the women are kin;
and the men are men,
and they won't "stool" on Bonnie and Clyde.

If they try to act like citizens
and rent them a nice little flat.
About the third night;
they're invited to fight,
by a sub-gun's rat-tat-tat.

They don't think they're too smart or desperate
they know that the law always wins.
They've been shot at before;
but they do not ignore,
that death is the wages of sin.

Some day they'll go down together
they'll bury them side by side.
To few it'll be grief,
to the law a relief
but it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.
-Bonnie Parker, 1934
shortly before death

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Eastham Prison Farm: Genesis

"For the men, Changi was more than a prison.
Changi was genesis, the place of beginning again."

-James Clavell, "King Rat"

In the WWII Japanese POW camp of Changi, the guards had free reign to inflict whatever punishment they pleased upon the prisoners. For most prisoners it was a death sentence via overwork, malnutrition and on-the-spot executions at will. That was also the M.O. of The Bloody 'Ham of 1932 in the piney woods of east Texas. Or, as author Jeff Guinn called it: "the filthiest hellhole in the entire corrupt Texas criminal justice system."

Derelict and emotionally disturbed prison board members gave carte blanche to the predator guards who were as unaccountable as any Nazi guard at a concentration camp. Brutalizing prisoners in Texas was considered a moral construct which meant anything goes. To wit, per author Guinn:

[Psychopath] Lee Simmons agreed to become general manager of the prison system...[The sadist] especially [enjoyed] frequent use of "the bat", a leather strap anywhere from eighteen inches to three feet long...Greased for maximum velocity and striking power, it would be used to lacerate the bare back, buttocks, and thighs of recalcitrant prisoners spread-eagled face down on the ground...Every blow from the three-ply leather bat tore skin, ripped into muscle, and drew copious amounts of blood...The prisoner being beaten invariably screamed, lost control of his bowels and bladder, and finally passed out.

The goal was to make the idea of ever returning to prison an unthinkable idea to convicts. To the freedom loving Clyde they were highly successful - and the price for that was the lives of several lawmen and civilian casualties. Like everyone who thinks they can beat the sin out of someone prison officials only beat it further in. Then - as now - the goal of Texas prisons is to inflict harm as retribution, not rehabilitation. This was told to me by a guard I talked to outside his dorm at Eastham.

The old unit that housed Clyde

He told me about how Clyde was small and repeatedly raped in prison. Author Guinn assigns that crime to one we'll call the Monster. Clyde killed the Monster after another inmate agreed to take the blame. One swift blow with a lead pipe and Clyde made the world a better place. The guard told me they don't hold at all for rape anymore and he was insistent on that point. Whether he needed me to believe that because it's true or to cover up I do not know.

I asked him what kind of prisoners were held there expecting it to be low level offenders considering it was an open farm. He said they had all types: murderers, rapists, you name it. The guard also claimed the farm was self-sufficient with its crops, cows and hog farm. He went on to say many of the felons are also skilled craftsmen, manufacturing $10,000 saddles (each of the Bush anti-Christ Presidents has one) among other things. But it was the work detail back in Clyde's day that became a de facto death sentence.

Prisoners were expected to run to the work fields, some as far as two miles away (the predator-guards were mounted on horses). Twelve hours of grueling work interrupted only by a ten minute lunch then run back at the end of the day. Clyde had no hope of surviving his fourteen year sentence as he watched his body wear down. The reason the Eastham is called the bloody 'Ham is because of the number of prisoner self-mutilations to escape the doom of the work detail. Clyde chopped off two toes in his effort to survive, never to walk normally again.

But even facing all this, when a fellow prisoner Clyde had befriended was beaten for his escape attempt, Clyde did not clear out like everyone else, but stayed in support though he gained the ire of the guards. Loyalty to those who were kind to him or supportive was a trait from which he never wavered. Clyde scowled when guards gave him orders, refusing to surrender himself, never fitting in to a prison life he called "a burning hell".

Many are those who claim to be for "justice" and "victims' rights". But as Nietzsche said: "Beware of those in whom the will to punish is strong." Their true goal is to increase crime, to turn out prisoners who are angrier, meaner and harder than what they went in as, then to release them upon society to commit greater atrocities - and thusly "prove" the point for more prisons. But it's ironic that here in the Bible Belt we so conveniently forget the words of Jesus:

Then he will say to those on his left, "Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me."

They also will answer, "Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?"

He will reply, "Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me."

WARNING: American prison images contained in the video:

For good measure, I took a piss on the building

For the rest of Clyde's life he was bent on revenge on the Eastham brutalizers and their continuing injustices. In 1934 he was able to help engineer an escape of several prisoners, planting guns for them with Bonnie driving the getaway car.

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Life On The Run

"A good run than a poor stand."

Buck Barrow, Clyde's older brother

For sustained speed and freedom from trouble the Ford has got ever other car
skinned and even if my business hasen’t been strickly legal it don’t hurt
enything to tell you what a fine car you got in the V8.
--Clyde's letter thanking Henry Ford.

Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker were dreamers who knew only one thing for certain: they wanted out. Out of the misery, out of the hopelessness and out of the soul consuming drudgery of dead-end jobs till death. Many people moralize about the couple's choice of a life of open crime, I shall refrain from that mistake. What made them heroes at first was their seemingly finding a way out of the hard scrabble meagerness of the Depression era and that was seen as a sign of hope. At that point of utter bleakness, anything would do.

What they did not have, however, was a place to run to. They basically looped through a circuit of states from Texas to Okalahoma to Missouri to Iowa to Arkansas and back. As a criminal, Clyde had little talent (except for car theft). But being a man on the run was his forte. An excellent driver who stole the fastest cars as well as a marksman who broke out Browning Automatic Rifles from local National Guard armories, he could both outrun and outshoot the pursuing police.

His favorite tactic was to cross state lines to escape the law's reach and he had no problem driving several hundred miles in a day even over the rough and rutted roads of the time. As their notoriety grew, they were forced to set up campsites off road, eating out of tin cans and sleeping in the car. While it's true they craved and enjoyed the finer things of life, they never truly achieved that goal except for some dress clothing.

Because they were running blindly ragged, most of their killings were pure happenstance and tragically needless. Gradually the noose tightened around them and they heard the ticking in their ears for when the clock would strike midnight. Yet their devotion to each other was absolute and they were determined to share their fate together. For in their own way they were "free" and that free air pumped life into their souls even as they bled in their life-and-death struggle.

Below I imagined myself on the run, scampering down a dirt packed road as fast as I dared, living on the edge.



Here's a small documentary about the Ford V8 and Bonnie and Clyde's relationship with it:

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"We rob banks!"

This line was used extensively throughout the 1967 movie and two days before their death, Clyde used it to impress a 16 year old boy who'd wandered onto their campsite. They offered him money or one of their guns as a token but the boy refused fearing he'd be arrested for it. Dillinger and Pretty Boy Floyd despised Bonnie and Clyde, seeing them as incompetent oafs stumbling through unplanned robberies; completely unprofessional. They were right for the most part.

But the duo loved the idea of the glamorous image of bank robbers for themselves. Much like now, banks were hated for their role in the suffering. (Unfortunately, they have only become more ruthless and we more accepting of their dastardly deeds. Only a nation of gangsters allows such a thing.)

Locally, only one bank of two still stands personally robbed by Clyde and Bonnie. That is in Ponder, Texas. The place is very much intact and even for sale:

This is your chance to own a little piece of history! The Historic Ponder Bank Building. As the story goes Bonnie and Clyde robbed this bank and it was featured in a movie. It still has the original teller cages and the bank vault. This building has overlooked the city square of Ponder for over a century. It would be the perfect spot for a business. The building has 2 baths and a small kitchen.

Price:$199,900

I'd love to own that!

Stuart, Iowa

In Pilot Point, north of the DFW area, Clyde and his motley crew planned to rob both banks in the town square at the same time. But a newbie member of his crew had cold feet and warned the authorities ahead of time. When the gang showed up at the appointed time, two Texas Rangers were in a car waiting for them. They never came back. The main Pilot Point bank is now an art gallery and the owner graciously allowed me to film inside. (The opening still of the video below is of the Lancaster bank no longer standing that the Barrow gang also robbed.)



The movie clip below shows them robbing the Ponder bank at the end.

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The Killings of Bonnie and Clyde

Rifle and modified shotguns used by the Barrow gang.
(Presently housed in the Texas Ranger museum in Waco)

"All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle."

- Patton, 1944

Gee, maybe Bonnie and Clyde were just good patriots with their many shootings and killings (13 dead by the gang). Our gun crazy culture has made us by far the most violent western nation. And here we have two more who think they can find an answer at the end of a gun barrel. Many of the killings were senseless and stupid, done out of mindless panic. They are just sickening to read about. But Bonnie and Clyde weren't alone.

Prohibition gave rise to the gangster era and Tommy gun toting killers. We've been shooting like crazy ever since. There's something about the immediate feeling of power a gun brings that attracts Americans with an irresistible seduction. It feeds into a delusion of power, that as long as I have a loaded gun no man is my master. That's sort of like saying jumping off a building won't kill you; the statement is true - for a very short while.

"Poverty is the worst form of violence."

-Gandhi

Bonnie and Clyde sealed their fate with every killing. To them it was a kill-or-be-killed world, that's just part of the deal. Death in all its forms surrounded them and swallowed them up since birth. Starvation and denial create predators out of the once meek. The truly soulless ones do it through the system as they realize wealth can be stolen through the manipulation and exploitation of the weak. When that sort of behavior is rewarded, no wonder a crime spree like the Barrow gang's didn't seem like such a stretch in their minds. They just didn't know how to do it with a pen.

Some like to say no crisis is a real crisis: we've had them before and always come out OK, they allege. But like an addict who slowly succumbs to his addiction, the bouts run deeper and deeper bringing the disease to a head. America has been permanently crippled by her systemic greed and we're digging the hole deeper every day. This time though, no one is "fighting back" - not even with a crime wave. No one has the ethics to question the system, instead we say: "If you're dying it's because you deserve to die."

The note is wrong. Bonnie did pass the gun and Clyde
and two cohorts managed to escape - albeit briefly.
The escape attempt is what got his sentence maximized.

Ironically, it's because Bonnie and Clyde believed they deserved to live they embarked on their death trip for a few stolen moments outside our defined system of life. After the Joplin, Missouri shootout (you can still see the apartment garage to this day) undeveloped pictures by the gang were left in haste. It was with the release of these pictures of the them goofing around, posing and enjoying life that made Bonnie and Clyde famous and captured the public's imagination, still gripped by despair deep in the heart of the depression.

Yet, their time was short. The bad news is our own ways are also short. The good news is this is not the only way.

As we continue our death spiral, all hail the mighty gun as we go down in flames just like our deadly duo. The Lord is my Kalashnikov, I shall not want!



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Red River Plunge


On June 10, 1933, Mr. and Mrs. Sam Pritchard and family saw
from their home on the bluff (west) the plunge of auto into
Red River. Rescuing the victims, unrecognized as Bonnie
Parker and Clyde and Buck Barrow [actually it was not Buck
but W.D. Jones, a kid who worshipped Clyde], they sent
for help. Upon their arrival the local sheriff and police
chief were disarmed by Bonnie Parker. Buck Barrow shot
Pritchard's daughter while crippling the family car to halt
pursuit. Kidnapping the officers, the gangsters fled.
Bonnie and Clyde were fated to meet death in 1934. In this
quiet region, the escapade is now legend.
- Historical Marker by the bridge

Clyde's self-destructive edge would flare up at times and his overconfidence in his driving would prove costly in this disastrous wreck. The pair had odd streaks of luck. On one hand they had the worst kind of luck in pursuing their criminal careers but also amazing luck in escaping to live another day. The kidnapping of pursuing officers was a common tactic for them when they had the choice. In their minds, their shootings were always self defense. This would prove out to be one more example.

BAR gun clip and a glove of Bonnie's retrieved from the wreckage

I went to the site of the nightmare plunge and visited the Collingsworth County Museum in Wellington, Texas which holds these artifacts in a display case. They also had a stack of Bonnie and Clyde books labeled as being used by Jeff Guinn in his research. (Many county museums have unique artifacts like this. I was especially struck by a foreboding black SS jacket brought back from WWII. Locals donate these kind of items and you never know what you may find.)

Below I share my own video re-creation of the plunge and give details on just how horrific it was, for Bonnie in particular. For weeks they left a trail of bloody bandages.



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The Cowardly Ambush of Bonnie and Clyde

Don't get me wrong, Bonnie and Clyde had to be killed - both for their own sake as well as others'. But they were also made scapegoats for the larger ills of society. Sure, this violent pair was taken out so the all the decent law abiding people could be "safe" - decent as in having their sins legal! Goldman Sachs destroys more lives on a coffee break than all the damage Bonnie and Clyde did put together. Institutionalized violence is no less wrong in the eyes of God, only ours.

1934 was a bad year for outlaw gangsters. Dillinger, Pretty Boy Floyd, Bonnie and Clyde and the rest all got killed, mostly by the biggest gangster of all: J. Edgar Hoover (I'll never forget laughing about a Congressman who was briefed on the true story of Hoover and then demanded Hoover's name be taken off the FBI building. Will never happen!) But the fate of our larcenous lovers came off pretty well, I thought.

True, they were given no warning (though they planned to), Clyde shot dead from the start. But what if he had been asked to surrender against clearly hopeless odds? I think he would have lied to himself, arguing he'd made it out of hopeless spots before. But seeing it as hopeless would have forced him to think of Bonnie and to realize that if he fired instead of surrendering that would be a death sentence for her. I wouldn't wish anyone to carry that for eternity.

Bonnie did not die right away but let out a blood curling scream at the sight of Clyde and the final realization doom was upon her. The lawmen said that scream haunted them for life - as it should have. Afterwards they divided up the booty in the car, selling it to collectors for personal profit. The Barrows asked for their son's belongings to be returned but only his saxophone was. They needed the money to the point that what little they did get back - Clyde's bloody pants - they cut up to fit the younger Barrow clan children, bloodstains and all.

Two of the weapons used by the ambushers. For once,
the law was determined to match Clyde's firepower.

So why do I say cowardly when I have no problem with the way the ambush went down? Because the ambushers were instruments - not of God and Justice but of a broken society. Could they ever have gunned down a banker like that? Does an oil speculator who crushes the lives of millions ever fear a bullet? Of course not, these hiding gunmen would have pissed their pants and whined like little girls at the thought of shooting the "legitimately" greedy; shooting someone of high social standing too much like shooting themselves.

So for all you professed law and order types, why don't we hang a few banksters from the yard arm at Wall Street and leave them hanging for all to see? Wouldn't that send the right message to not be greedy? Purity through penalties, no? So why this exception? Isn't one of the main arguments against Bonnie and Clyde is that they wanted to live well but take shortcuts? Uh huh, yeah - they were the only two in America ever guilty of that! And that's why we shoot the bank robbers and yet let the banks rob us blind - we all want a free ride here in the land of nothing free.

Historical Marker (defaced)

"I remember the next moments so clearly, it seems I am living them right now. All of us are concealed, but the car moving towards us is in view, at full speed, the only way Clyde ever drove. He has caught sight of the truck and appears already to be slowing. "This is him," I tell [fellow ambusher] Alcorn. "This is it, it's Clyde."
-Ted Hinton, Ambush, 1979

The logistics of the ambush were to have the father of Clyde's running mate Henry Methvin pose on the side of the road with his truck apparently broken down. He would not be suspected. (His motive was to gain amnesty for his son.) When the pair stopped to help, the ambushers unleashed their barrage of "about 150 shots". Right after the original deal for amnesty was made, Henry killed a police officer in cold blood just outside Grapevine, Texas but "the laws" wanted Bonnie and Clyde so badly they overlooked that faux pas in order to keep his father's cooperation.

Living hard, going down hard!

At the actual death scene, filmed by the ambushers five minutes after the killings:


We all died a little when they died.

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The Final Hypocrisy

"To what throwback in humanity or flaw in civilization
the world owes its Barrows and Dillingers can only be conjectured.
It is an evil outcropping whose example spreads and will
spread, until juries act sternly to convince the erring that
property and life are sacred and punishment speedy and severe."
Dallas Morning News laughatorial

Translation: Gosh, we'uns is jess too moralls to understanding the likes of bad folks!

The world is a criminal enterprise - filled with criminals and run by criminals. And when forced to face that we become very angry and vindictive because we know what that means for us in our heart of hearts as we squelch unspeakable thoughts. But just as a cop who steals a car because its owner has a dried plant in his pocket becomes a crook or a woman who has affairs with only married men becomes a thief of other's lives or those who say love is not enough become perjurers in the court of life, the fruits of our endeavors bring us either life or death regardless of how hard we claim otherwise.

All things which violate the natural order will in time vanish without exception. That is as it must be. Like a dam forced to hold back ever increasing water, mankind has built a wall between itself and the irrepressible order that must be set free. If we stay on our present path - if we continue to do nothing other than proclaim ourselves holy - then we will lose all say on our fate (like Bonnie and Clyde) just as we have no say over a burst dam as unleashed water washes away lives.

I find it highly ironic when I hear the fools and halfwits, the willfully ignorant and the deliberately deceitful declare with absolute conviction that we must build our dam always higher to "save lives" and "do the correct thing". More war, more power, more lies. But they are merely the voices of doom who wish us to join their fate. The true path to survival lays elsewhere, it lies in the releasing of the inevitably-to-be-released waters and never resorting to these ways ever again.

The future can only be ensured when we stop holding back that which cannot be contained: our love.

The shack Clyde's parents turned into a filling station.
Future owners called the condition of the home/filling station
to be "appalling".

The city fathers still keep an iron boot on west Dallas, now called La Bajada (the lower depths) because of its Hispanic community. Houses date back to the time of Bonnie and Clyde and the decrepit schools and decaying infrastructure are enough to make you ill (except for an underfunded designer bridge leading in to Dallas proper).

It's easy to spot the cut-throats: they are the ones spouting America as "the land of opportunity" (the super-disingenuous assholes say "Become an entrepreneur!"). You see, when you expound that myth it allows you to drive by places like La Bajada and blame their poverty on some inherent deficiency. We give them the worst of the worst and if they react poorly to it we point and say, "See? They deserve no better!"

I've heard liars say the Bible condones slavery. It does not. It merely says treat your slaves fairly. You know why? Because the weakness of man is to always enslave his fellow man, it has never stopped, not for a single day. The tens of millions of working poor in this country are actually less than slaves because we don't even acknowledge them as such. They are used and exploited, treated with such violence in nature that our future grows dimmer by the day.

America is going to experience a hell like never before and it will be a hell she crafted. Time will come when we wished we treated our slaves better because we're all to suffer the fate of our slaves in the end. We are a nation of future Bonnie and Clydes - and I can't help but laugh when we futilely claim the rule of money will save us. Good luck with all that!

"Gone but not forgotten" (at the bottom) was inscribed per Clyde's request

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Links and Notes:

"Go Down Together" The best Bonnie and Clyde biography.

"On the Trail of Bonnie and Clyde Then and Now" The ultimate guide to following their trail and sites associated with them. It's out of print now but the Texas Ranger Museum in Waco had one left when I was there!

Bonnie and Clyde's Hideout A website devoted to all things Bonnie and Clyde with tons of links and info.

A site dedicated to Blanche Barrow, Buck's wife. She got ten years for her part in the crime spree. She later wrote a book about that time. She offered many fascinating insights

The Ambush Museum in Gibsland, LA is curated by "Boots" Hinton, son of Ted Hinton who was one of the ambushers. He'll talk all things Bonnie and Clyde with you!

If Clyde were alive this day, he'd be 100, same as Reagan. Claims he was impotent or bisexual are false according to those who ran with him who testified he was in fact quite virile.

Newspapers were much more engaged during the Depression without the phony "objectivity" practiced to the point of blandness done today. Dallas County Sheriff "Smoot" Schmid was a Keystone cop with political ambitions causing him to overstate situations when it served him - such as confidently announcing he knew the killer of one his deputies in a botched stakeout. When the alleged killer turned out to be in Los Angeles, scorched reporters were not kind to the Sheriff's next guess, publishing the following headline:

"Pretty Boy [Floyd] Is New Suspect In Killing; Jesse James Next?"

The article went on to note that because Jesse James was dead he was "therefore practically eliminated from the search for the slayer of Deputy Sheriff Malcom Davis." [It was in fact Clyde who'd done the killing]. There were also other instances of pithy commentary inserted into stories such as when Clyde and his two fellow escapees from the Waco Jail were labeled as "three dumbbells". I assert if papers returned to these convictions it would reverse their fortunes (though they keep believing the opposite).

The Dallas Historical Society has an annual Bonnie and Clyde tour in May. Author John Neal Phillips (who also wrote a fine book on them) provides historical details along the way.

The 1967 "Bonnie and Clyde" film is often discounted by historians for it's many factual inaccuracies. However, for conveying their sprirt it was quite accurate and portrays the self-images the pair would have like to have had shown. And though glamorized to be watchable, I still find the film brutal as it's all done under a veil of despair and ultimate doom that is understood by the audience. The in-your-face violence only underscored the hellish nature of their plight and their careless killings.

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According to the Department of Justice, 216,600 prison rapes were committed in one year. All of them were preventable. That's tens of thousands of future Clydes to be put out onto the street with little prospect of employment. A nation's character is defined in how it treats its most vulnerable. Dear America, you're failing the test, both in our institutional prisons and in the prison of street life.

A recent study released by the Bureau of Justice Statistics found "even in substantiated cases of staff sexually abusing inmates, only half of the abusive officials were subject to any legal action. Indeed, 15 percent of confirmed staff abusers were allowed to keep their jobs."

All I know is, you leave me to be raped for year, someone is going to fucking die and I pretty much don't care who it is. Texas isn't "tough on crime", it's tough on crime victims, glorifying evil. Spare me your tales of woe when you have your own hand in the making of the victimization. We're all in this together. Not admitting that doesn't make it any less true.

I guess I'm just not smart enough to figure out which people don't count.