(the letter that was addressed to the Captain of the N.Y.P.D.,which was found at the scene of Suriani's
& Esau's murder)
" Dear Captain Joseph Borrell
I am deeply hurt by you calling me a wemon hater.I am not.But I am a monster.I am the 'Son of Sam'.I
am a little brat.When father Sam gets drunk he gets mean.He eats his family.Sometimes he ties me up to the back of the house.Other
time he keeps me in the garage.Sam loves to drink blood. 'Go out and kill',commands father Sam.Behind our house some rest.Mostly
raped and slaughtered
their blood drained
just bones now.
Papa Sam keeps me locked in the attic too.I can't get out but I look out the attic window and watch
the world go by.I feel like an outsider.I am on a different wavelength then everybody else
programmed to kill.However,to stop me you must kill me.Attention all police:Shoot me first
shoot to kill or else keep out of my way or you will die!Papa Sam is old now.He needs some blood to
perserve his youth.He has had too many heart attacks. 'Ugh,me hoot,it hurts,sonny boy.'I miss my pretty princess of all.She's
resting in our ladies house.But I'll see her soon.I am the 'Monster'
the chubby behemouth.I love to hunt.Prowling the streets looking for fair game
tasty meat.The wemon of Queens are the prettyist of all.It must be the water they drink.I live for the
my life.Blood for papa.Mr.Borrell,sir,I don't want to kill anymore.No sur,no more but I must,'honour
thy father.'I want to make love to the world.I love people.I don't belong on earth.Return me to yahoos.To the people of Queens,I
love you.And I want to wish all of you a happy Easter.May God bless you in this life and the next.I say goodbye and goodnight.Police:Let
me haunt you with these words;I'll be back!I'll be back!To be interrpreted as-bang,bang,bank,bang-ugh!!
(a portion of the letter he wrote to the Carr's,complaining about they're black labrador-Harvey)
" I have asked you kindly to stop that dog from howling all day long,yet he continues
to do so.I pleaded with you I told you how this is destroying my family.We have no peace,no rest.Now I know what kind of a
person you are and what kind of family you are.You are cruel and inconsiderate.You have no love for any other human beings.Your
selfish,Mr.Carr.My life is destroyed now.I have nothing to lose anymore.I can see that there shall be no peace in my life,or
my families life until I end yours."
(the infamous letter written to reporter Jimmy Breslin of the Daily News)
" Hello from the cracks in the sidewalks of NYC and from the ants that dwell in these
cracks and feed in the dried blood of the dead that has setteled into the cracks.Hello from the gutters of NYC,which is filled
with dog manure,vomit,stale wine,urine,and blood.Hello from the sewers of NYC washed away by the sweeper trucks.Don't think
because you haven't heard for awhile that I went to sleep.No,rather,I am still here.Like a spirit roaming the night.Thirsty,hungry.Sam's
a thirsty lad.He won't let me stop killing until he gets his publicity.However,you must not forget Donna Lauria and you cannot
let the people forget her either.She was a very sweet girl.Not knowing what the future holds,I shall say farewell and I will
see you at the next job?Or should I say you will see my handiwork at the next job?Remember Ms.Laruia.Thank you.In their blood
and from the gutter
Sam's creation .44 "
(a letter Berkowitz wrote to his adoptive father a few years before the murders took place)
"It's cold and gloomy here in New York,but that's okay because the weather fits my
gloomy.Dad,the world is getting darker now.I can feel it more and more.The people,they are developing
a hatred for me.You wouldn't believe how much some people hate me.Many of them want to kill me.I don't even know these people,but
still they hate me.Most of them are young.I walk down the street and they spit and kick at me.The girls call me ugly and they
bother me the most.The guys just laugh.Anyhow,things will soon change for the better."
(an entry from Berkowitz's prison diary)
"I must slay a woman for revenge purposes.To get back at them for all the suffering
they caused me."
(Berkowitz on the subject of dogs being demons)
"The demons never stopped.I couldn't sleep.I had no strength to fight.I could barely
drive.Coming home from work one night,I almost killed myself in the car.I needed to sleep...the demons wouldn't give me any