It was 33 years ago today. John
Lennon was shot and killed outside his New
York City apartment building. He
never lived to 64, but there was never any doubt we would have still loved him
and needed him.
Lennon
and his wife, Yoko Ono, were
returning the legendary and fashionable Dakota
apartments after a stint at the recording studio. As usual, the couple moved casually through
the city with no body guards or entourage.
They had found that if they briefly, but graciously acknowledged the
greetings of recognition from strangers, New Yorkers let them go about their
business. Earlier, on their way to the
studio, John had acknowledged just such a fan outside the building and
pleasantly signed an autograph for him.
On the way back that same moon faced, blond young man stepped up to
Lennon and shot him four times at point blank range in the back. He was pronounced dead just 17 minutes later
at Roosevelt Hospital as Yoko
screamed, “No! No! It can’t be true!
He’s not dead! I was just with
him! He’s not dead.” But, of course, he was.
Much
of America famously got the news from Howard
Cosell on ABC’s Monday Night
Football. I was working as a second
shift custodian at a Chicago trade
school and heard the news on the pocket radio I carried as I worked. I was almost too stunned to continue my
routine.
So
was much of the rest of the world. In
America, the death was felt as deeply as those other assassinations that had
punctuated our lives—John Kennedy,
Martin Luther King, Bobby Kennedy. The
grief was worldwide. There was probably no greater cultural icon then the most
famous of the Beatles who had carved
out a second life and identity as an avante
guarde rocker in New York.
Weeping
crowds gathered spontaneously at the Dakota and the next day in Central Park. Yoko announced that there would be no
funeral. John’s body was cremated as is
customary in Yoko’s native Japan despite
John’s professed horror at the process.
Later she donated $1 million to create the Strawberry Fields memorial in Central Park across from the
Dakota. It remains a spot of pilgrimage.
Lennon’s
killer, twenty-five year old Mark David
Chapman was arrested at the scene calmly reading a copy of The
Catcher in the Rye, a classic tale of adolescent alienation with which
he had become obsessed. The record album
that Lennon had autographed for him hours earlier lay on a near-by
planter. It was grabbed by a passer-by
in the confusion and many years later offered for sale at auction as a grim
souvenir.
Chapman
was a young man with a history of being bullied in high school and youthful
drug use. After becoming a Born Again Christian, he cleaned up his
act and became a respected youth councilor and worked with war refugees in the
U.S. and Lebanon. He had a long time girl friend and good
prospects when he began to suffer mental problems. He became obsessive about things, including J. D. Salinger’s book and sometimes
signed letters as “The Catcher in the Rye.”
In 1977 he took a trip around the world trying to duplicate the
adventures he had seen in a screening of Michael
Todd’s epic production of Around the World in Eighty Days.
He
attempted suicide in Hawaii about
the time he began obsessing about John Lennon.
After drifting between jobs as a security guard and a printer, He
decided to kill Lennon. He traveled to
New York in both October and November with intentions to kill Lennon, but
returned to Hawaii each time, more depressed and delusional than ever with his
failure. He told his wife of his fantasy
of killing Lennon. She tried to talk him
out of it, but he returned to New York for the final time on December 6.
After
his arrest, Chapman was taken to Bellevue
Hospital for psychiatric evaluation.
At a court hearing on his sanity, six specialists testified that he was
delusional and psychotic. Three others said he had psychotic tendencies
but met the legal definition of sanity. Chapman’s
court appointed lawyer, Jonathan Marks
filed a plea of not guilty by reason of
insanity. In February, 1981 Chapman
instructed Marks to change his plea to guilty
and offer no defense. He said that God had instructed him to do so and
that he would not change his mind or ever appeal the verdict. Despite Marks’s arguments that Chapman was
incompetent, a judge ruled Chapman could make the plea of his own free will.
On
August 24, 1981 Chapman was sentenced to twenty years to life. He has been incarcerated ever since at the Attica Correctional Facility, outside
of Buffalo, New York. Since 2000 he has
been eligible for parole but has
been denied seven times. He is confined
in a unit for dangerous criminals, but has a relatively clean record and spends
most of his time outside of his cell working in housekeeping and in the prison
library. He is allowed two conjugal
visits a year with his wife, and gets visits from other family members. Most observers believe that he will never be
released as long as Yoko, who believes he remains a threat to her and her son Sean, continues to oppose his
release.
Lennon
remains, all these years later, a cultural icon of the first magnitude. New books about him are published every
year. His music with the Beatles and as
a solo artist has been re-packaged and re-released. The hippest of contemporary musical artists
cover and sample his music. Blasé 14
year old down load his songs and listen to them on their I-Pods while their grandparents treasure and preserve of LPs.
John
Lennon. Imagine.
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