The Unabomber, Ted Kaczynski’s property, previously priced at $154,000 is now for sale, price reduced to $69,500. It brought this old post to mind.
My new book caught my attention on the first page talking about how we as a collective get rid of houses where horrible crimes happen. The author mentions, “The Oxford Apartments” where, “Jeffrey Dahmer” lived and some other notorious crime scene in England. Dahmer’s place is a parking lot, another crime scene vacant and grass has been planted rather than replace the structure.
The author also mentions the house where, “Jon Benet Ramsey” was killed. He states it has changed hands several times. It always sells far below it’s value. Apparently there are various laws in various states around what must be disclosed to a prospective buyer about a property, they range from nothing to everything (including ghosts) and apparently in the UK, you have to disclose if you have had a falling out with the neighbors!
These houses are called “stigmatized homes” in the trade and it struck me because I grew up in not one but two stigmatized homes though I didn’t know it at the time. I found out about 15 years ago when Annalisa and I went to the house where we were born. I always say I am from the desert and I did grow up there but I lived in town until I was 6.
In whatever case, the police wanted my sister and I to tour the home where we grew up. We agreed to do this. Imagine our surprise when we pulled up in front of the house to find it had been condemned.
Further,it was the only house on the block that was condemned. Not only that, it had a high fence built around it so we could not go in. It was a small house on a small lot so the fence was just a few feet from the wall of the house, you could stick your hand through the fence and touch the red brick wall. What stunned us was that the houses on the rest of the block were fine. They’d been kept up, except outs.
Just to finish the story, we walked around the outside of the fence because these cops could not get a key to the gate for some reason. We did our best to peer through the dirty and in some cases, missing windows. The most I can tell you is a house is bigger when you are little then it is when you are big.
This picture was taken in the backyard of that house, that’s Henry on the left of course and our oldest sister who is obscured.
Our house in the desert also became stigmatized and remains so to this day. The house I live in is also stigmatized – I am “the mother the bad thing happened to,” as satori once put it.
This is a Moon Pluto thing, obviously. I’ll tell you something: I don’t feel bad to have come out of that. Matter of fact, I feel normal.