THE CONFESSION KILLER: HENRY LEE LUCAS. REVIEW BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©


THE CONFESSION KILLER. (2019) DIRECTED BY ROBERT KEENER AND TAKI OLDHAM. ‘STARRING’ HENRY LEE LUCAS.

REVIEW BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©

This is another terrific true crime Netflix documentary, but your mind will probably boggle, like mine did, at some of the events contained therein. Henry Lee Lucas (1936-2001) was a convicted American murderer, born in Virginia to a prostitute mother and an alcoholic father. Not exactly a promising beginning.

His mother, in particular, seems to have abused him physically, forced him to watch her having sex with clients and made him dress as a girl during his childhood. When he was ten, he lost an eye after a fight with his brother. His childhood seems to have been a really bad one. In 1960, Lucas went to jail for killing his mother. Shades of Norman Bates and Ed Gein, methinks.

Lucas was released after only ten years due to prison overcrowding. In 1983, he confessed to the murders of an elderly woman for whom he’d been doing some work, and a teenage girl with whom he’d had a sexual relationship. He even led police to what looked like their bodily remains. But, while Lucas was in Georgetown Jail in the custody of the famous Texas Rangers, the iconic law-men with the big white ten-gallon hats, something incredible started happening.

Lucas started confessing to various unsolved murders, and America has a lot of those. And, the more he would confess, the better the cops would treat him. He’d be given endless coffee and cigarettes, steak dinners and his favourite strawberry milkshakes the more he confessed. He had television in his cell. He became great pals with the Rangers and the police who came in and out of the jail.

The jailhouse minister, an extremely gullible-seeming woman called Sister Clemmie, was his biggest fan and held his hand lovingly during their Bible study sessions. Lucas was allowed to wander around this local jail- not to be confused with the much tougher state penitentiary, or prison- at will, and was even given access to some of the alarm codes. When he went to crime scenes with his pals, the Rangers, he wasn’t even always in handcuffs.

This is what I meant earlier by saying that there are some positively mind-boggling aspects to this horrible case. The more unsolved murders Lucas confessed to, the happier the cops would be, and that made Lucas happy too. In some ways, he was apparently a people-pleaser, who would generally tell folks what they wanted to hear.

If those big old law-men wanted to clear up the murders on their case-books, Lucas said he ‘done ‘em.’ Everybody was happy, and Lucas continued to live the kind of nice, pampered sheltered comfy life he’d never experienced before. Henry said that good old Sheriff Boutwell was like a father to him. And, if you wanted access to Lucas, his kindly old Texas Ranger bodyguards had the last say.

Has ever a more ridiculous situation been allowed to evolve in the world of law enforcement? Sure, we’ll all admit that the police are human too. You only have to see them wolfing down a Subway sandwich in the squad car between call-outs to realise that, lol. But Henry Lee Lucas, an odious-looking character who admitted to necrophilia and decapitation, and to not liking sex with a body that had the head still attached, made a fool of the Texas Rangers.

 Incredibly, the police crossed the murders to which Lucas had confessed off their lists of unsolved crimes, often without any more evidence than just the confession of a self-admitted pathological liar. This meant, also, that they stopped looking for the real killer or killers.

The victims’ families were, of course, informed. They would be delighted to have this closure, and they would concentrate all their resources on hating Lucas and wanting him to die by lethal injection, and not a minute too soon, either.

We meet some of the murder victims’ families in this five-part series, and their testimony is heart-breaking. For years and years, they were allowed to believe that Lucas was their man. They were devastated, therefore, when it started to get out that Henry Lee Lucas could no more have murdered some of the victims than the man in the moon, frequently due to geographical reasons, as in, he was more than a thousand miles across the country at the time they happened.

Lucas confessed to having killed over six hundred people, sometimes in conjunction with his buddy, the equally repulsive Ottis Toole. The Texas Rangers were able to cross well over two hundred cases off their lists thanks to Lucas’s generosity in obligingly confessing to nearly every unsolved murder they had on their books.

It’s true he often demonstrated intimate knowledge of the murders, the victims and the crime scenes, but then the cops were permitting him to look at crime scene photos and case-files, in order to ‘refresh his memory,’ so we can’t set too much store by that fact.  

 Journalist Hugh Aynesworth and American lawyer and former District Attorney of McLennan County, Vic Feazell, are two of the people featured in the documentary who are quite clear that Henry Lee Lucas couldn’t have murdered most of the people he said he did. Twenty of Lucas’s ‘confessions’ have since been laid at other peoples’ doors, thanks to the development of DNA testing, for crying out loud!

All of the victims’ families seen here would break your heart with their stories, but I found the story of the ‘Orange Socks’ lady by far the most poignant. Debra Louise Jackson was found murdered and dumped in a dreary Texan culvert in 1979, naked except for the socks which gave the case its name.

She was photographed from all angles as she lay alone in the dirt, such a sad and lonely ending of the kind that no-one deserves. Her dignity, God love her, was in shreds, and that's even before Lucas comes into the picture. Lucas ‘confessed’ to her killing, but, then again, show me a case he hasn’t confessed to carrying out, the big gobshite.

So, did Henry Lee Lucas actually kill anyone at all, apart from his mother, and he said he’s not even sure he did that, God bless his lying tongue. Well, you’ll have to watch this documentary to find out the facts, and it’s as bizarre and warped a story as you’ll hear in many a long day, if you want my opinion.

The reputation of the Texas Rangers was greatly tarnished from their strange association with Henry Lee Lucas, but those are big strong men who can take care of themselves, and, anyway, it was kind of their own fault what happened to them. Fool me once...

The people you’d really have compassion and empathy for are the families of the murder victims, whose anguish was made all the more unbearable for having had Henry Lee Lucas raise their hopes by making them think their loved one’s killer had been found and would eventually be brought to a kind of justice…

 

AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY OF SANDRA HARRIS.

 Sandra Harris is a Dublin-based novelist, poet, short story writer and film and book blogger. She has studied Creative Writing and Vampirology. She has published a number of e-books on the following topics: horror film reviews, multi-genre film reviews, women's fiction, erotic fiction, erotic horror fiction and erotic poetry. Several new books are currently in the pipeline. You can browse or buy any of Sandra's books by following the link below straight to her Amazon Author Page:

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Her debut romantic fiction novel, 'THIRTEEN STOPS,' is out now from Poolbeg Books:

https://www.amazon.com/Thirteen-Stops-Sandra-Harris-ebook/dp/B089DJMH64

The sequel, ‘THIRTEEN STOPS LATER,’ is out now from Poolbeg Books:

 https://www.amazon.com/dp/1781994234

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