Wednesday, March 30, 2022

Carolina Rueda Martínez, “La Pantera,” Serial Assassin - Mexico, 2011

FULL TEXT (auto-translated from Spanish): Carolina Rueda just turned 23 years old. Since she was a girl, at her house in Tula, Hidalgo, she was "scolded" because she went out at night and her family did not like that. Those around her suspected that she had become a sex worker, but the reality was different: she was the ringleader of hit men in a Los Zetas cell. Mother of an eight-month-old baby, Hidalgo authorities point her out as responsible for at least 15 homicides committed by this criminal group. They know that she participated in dozens of kidnappings. And they say that she was the bloodiest person in the band. They knew her as The Panther.

Her nickname was given to her by her accomplices, since she was a partner of the leader: Commander Leo. She used to be the partner of the chief of the Tula square: Commander Memín, a man who left her when she was pregnant, and that he left the group after keeping the profits from a series of kidnappings. The investigations to reach La Pantera began on January 22 and were carried out by Public Security of Hidalgo, headed by Damián Canales Mena.

That day a car bomb exploded in Tula. A police officer died there. Those responsible left a narco-message signed by Los Zetas. For a few days the group remained hidden to avoid being captured. But on March 22 they began to attack again; in less than three weeks they had already murdered six men. All of them were tortured and, with knives, they carved the letter “Z” on different parts of their bodies. Some were beheaded and their stomachs cut out. The person who did all this was precisely Carolina Rueda, reveal the investigations of the Hidalgo police. Thus the authorities began to identify the members of the group. They located the places where their informants already met.

They even found the house where Carolina lived, in Tula. Only her mother was there. And she took care of the baby that the assassin left behind. In the early hours of Saturday, April 16, 250 SSP agents deployed an operation in restaurants, houses, hotels and nightclubs. Without letting them react, the agents detained 28 Zetas. There, the leader of the plaza, Héctor Hugo Espiricueta Escobar, El Comandante Leo, was arrested along with his girlfriend, La Pantera.

In the early hours of Saturday, April 16, 250 SSP agents deployed an operation in restaurants, houses, hotels and nightclubs. Without letting them react, the agents detained 28 Zetas. There, the leader of the plaza, Héctor Hugo Espiricueta Escobar, El Comandante Leo, was arrested along with his girlfriend, La Pantera. In the early hours of Saturday, April 16, 250 SSP agents deployed an operation in restaurants, houses, hotels and nightclubs. Without letting them react, the agents detained 28 Zetas. There, the leader of the plaza, Héctor Hugo Espiricueta Escobar, El Comandante Leo, was arrested along with his girlfriend, La Pantera.

[Armando Gonzalez, "La Pantera" bloodthirsty leader of the "Zetas" ("La Pantera" líder sanguinaria de los "Zetas"), Metatube, May 2, 2011]

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EXCERPT (auto-translated from Spanish): Carolina Rueda Martínez, “La Pantera” (“The Pantheress”), was arrested along with 27 other people on April 18,2011. Hidalgo state authorities considered the 2q7-year-old Pantera, originally from Tula, as the bloodiest member of the crime gang. She is also one of the youngest of the Los Zetas leaders operating in the Hidalgo region: San Louis Potosí, Querétaro, Puebla, Veracruz, Edomex, and Tlaxcala. [“Ellas, las mexicanas en el mundo del narcotrafico,” Debate, Oct. 28, 2015] 

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Jackeline López (“La Jaki del Poniente”), Prolific Serial Assassin - Mexico, 2019

 

FULL TEXT (auto-translated from Spanish): Talking about organized crime in Mexico is not a simple matter, since power and blood go hand in hand with the way in which groups like the Northeast Cartel (Cártel del Noreste; CDN) do their 'job' at any cost.

And not only that, because among their ranks they can have the most beautiful girls that can be seen on social networks; yes, do not be fooled by her angelic gaze, because ladies like Jackeline López, aka La Jaki del Poniente, are anything but a white dove.

According to Noreste, La Jaki del Poniente belongs to the female criminal group Las Panteras, a group that works hand-in-hand with Los Zetas in Tamaulipas and Chihuahua.

The origin of Las Panteras dates back to the 1990s when Carolina Rueda Martínez, alias La Pantera, created her own organization of hit men and drug traffickers so as not to depend on men.

La Pantera were people close to Heriberto Lazcano, alias El Lazca, considered the bloodiest drug trafficker in the history of drug trafficking in Mexico.

According to Blog del Narco, La Jaki del Poniente is considered within organized crime as the bloodiest assassin ever known, since the way in which she tortured men from rival cartels was disturbing to some.

In social networks, stories have been found that expose in great detail the way in which she killed her victims.

Among the testimonies found, a couple stands out before being arrested in 2012 by elements of the Federal Police in Reynosa, Tamaulipas, in which she claimed to have an uncontrollable sexual desire with the men she murdered, since on more than one occasion she had relations with their corpses. Época Violenta reported that this young woman used to decapitate men and then bathe in their blood and have sex with their members and then tear them off.

[see similar case: Juana, whose gangland nickname is “LaPeque Sicaria” (“Little Assassin”)]

La Jaki del Poniente was arrested at the age of 23 and accused of committing at least 45 executions, more than 70 tortures and countless beheadings.

To date, very little is known about her whereabouts in prison, but it is presumed that she maintains contact with the leaders of the Northeast Cartel, since she is a cornerstone between Las Halconas and the assassins of this criminal group.

[“Jaki del Poniente: la sicaria que presume pertenecer al Cártel del Noreste,”(“Jaki del Poniente: the assassin who presumably belongs to the Northeast Cartel”) LNN Lanetanoticias, Jun. 11, 2019]

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Monday, March 28, 2022

Mamie McDowell-Bryant, Suspected Serial Killer – Virginia, 1905

Did Mamie McDowell murder the Perkins children? Maybe; maybe not. The case was never solved.

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TITLE: Slaughter of the Innocents Chills Richmond’s Heart. – Of the Nine Children in the Perkins Family, Five Have Died From Poisoning and Deadly Doses Have Been Administered to Half of the Survivors, Notwithstanding the Efforts of the Police to Protect the Little Ones and Capture the fiend Who Is Murdering Them.

FULL TEXT: IN THE stately staid old city of Richmond of Va., – laden with historic memories there is today is acted a story of secret murder, of love and jealousy of plot, such as Zola or Gaboriau would relish.

On the lips of every man and woman in the city today rises the one question – what hidden hand poisoned the children of Mrs. Emma Perkins? And this question, agitating the population of the whole city, remains unanswered. One by one five of the nine children of Mrs. Perkins drooped and died like flowers stricken by an icy wind. But it is as to the deaths of the last two children – Willie, a two year old baby, the only child of his mother’s second marriage, and Octavia Blakey, who, until the afternoon of Tuesday, October 14, had been the youngest of Mrs. Perkins’ five surviving children by her first marriage to William Blakey – that whole city asks the questions which has driven has every mother in Richmond, from the woman of society in her mansion to the woman of the cottage into a frenzy of fear.

For each woman, as she thinks of the hapless innocents dying in the agonies of phosphorous poisoning, instinctively gathers her children around her as if to protect them from the veiled assassin whose hand even now may strike at their lives.

From the moment of that Tuesday afternoon, now nearly three weeks agone, that Octavia, the pretty golden-haired little girl whom every everyone one around her home in North Sixth street. Richmond, knew and loved, staggered into the house to fall into her mother’s arms and die there, has the whole detective force of the city and the State been concentrated on the work of solving the problem and reaching the author of a scheme of murder which in nicety of detail, cold calculation of chances and of results is worthy of the best efforts of the Borgias. The death of Octavia it was that opened the path of discovery in the case of her little step-brother Willie, two years old, who on the night of September 21 had died in corresponding agonies, and with the same hideous symptoms. And now do the friends of Mrs. Perkins, in the days when she was Mrs. Blakey, recall the weird circumstances surrounding the death of each of three of the eight the children of her first marriage. In these the deaths were present the characteristic smoke from the mouth, the odor of garlic, the deathly faintness, followed by complete coma, found in the cases of Octavia and the baby, Willie.

~ Two More Little Victims ~

As though in hideous gibe at the police at the parents at all those who would drag the assassin to the light the fell hand again strikes the Perkins home. And two of the four children left to the mother by the destroyer at the point of death for again in the same way the poison has been placed in their food.

Yet at the end of three weeks with the accusations of the mother on her oath at the inquest that Mrs. Mamie McDowell the pretty dark-haired smiling little woman with a soft voice and subdued manner who, under the name of Mrs. Bryant lived only a few doors away from the Perkins home had brought about the death of her children and tried to alienate her husband’s affections rinsing through the city, the police and the coroner alike are brought to the end of their resources in the following facts:

1 – That both children clearly died of phosphorus poisoning the stem stomach of the boy according to Dr. Taylor the coroner who fade the postmortem examination giving forth in darkness a lurid flame of the unmistakable evidence of phosphorus poisoning.

2 – That from the days of her first marriage Mrs. Perkins had been the object of bitter enmity on the part of a woman once her closest friend.

3 – That the symptoms displayed by three of the eight children of her first marriage before their death corresponded with those shown by the children whose deaths are now under investigation. The earlier deaths were, however, officially stated to be due to natural causes.

~ Mysterious Threatening Letters. ~

4 – That in May last Mr. and Mrs. Perkins were jointly the recipients of a series of letters threatening death two being signed “A. M.,” the initials of Miss Abbie Mitchell, a friend of Mrs. Perkins, who, however, has denied al knowledge of these letters and has submitted specimens of her handwriting  for comparison with the handwriting hand in the anonymous communications. Miss Mitchell has been fully exonerated.

5 – That the poison had been administered by a woman.

6 – That both children had been nursed I by Mrs. Mamie McDowell immediately before their deaths.

The rest of the evidence given at the inquest powerful in its effect upon the general public sentiment, is after all so much conjecture and expression of opinion unsupported by other evidence.

The embodiment of vengeance personified does Mrs. Perkins grimly relentless, arise from her seat on the witness stand and pointing to the placid figure of Mrs. Mamie McDowell, cry out: “You ask me who I believe to be the murderess of my children. My answer is: There, before you, smiling at me from that doorway, Mamie McDowell, the woman whom I knew as Mrs. Bryan. Mamie McDowell wrote those letters and children with phosphorus obtained from matches.”

But, asked to define an adequate motive for the murder on the part of Mrs. McDowell, Mrs. Perkins grows confused and cloudy and weak, helplessly falling back at last upon a reiteration of her accusations.

Following is Edward Perkins, a mild, wispy, timid little man, quietly suggesting his own acquiescence in his wife’s belief that Mrs. McDowell killed his children, the stern, indomitable figure of his wife confronting him as he gives his testimony.

More startling than all and yet absolutely worthless and inconclusive in the hands of a skillful cross-examiner was as the “expert” expression of belief on the part of the local post office inspector, John Bulla, that four of the many anonymous and threatening letters received by Mr. and Mrs. Perkins during the period per covered by the deaths of the two children were written by Mrs. Mamie McDowell.

The local authorities in an inspiration of imitation had recalled a certain incident in the Molineux case and had requested that Mrs. McDowell give them a specimen of her handwriting. And so on a postal card the woman smilingly acquiescent, had written at dictation.

~ Compared the Writing. ~

The inspector then, for the of the jury explained that in comparing an admitted with an anonymous handwriting the expert judged by general characteristics. Several characteristic peculiarities in the handwriting of Mrs. McDowell, he said, had been repeated in anonymous letters, and on “general characteristics” he had no hesitation in expressing the belief that Mrs. McDowell was the authoress of all the letters.

No sign of fear or trepidation, no sense of the hundreds of eyes turned upon her, some already condemning; some filled with scorn and abhorrence, was to be seen in the trim little figure of the woman who arose at the demand that she he should tender an explanation.

And in fluent, easy phrasing, smiling at the coroner, the jury, doctors, the police officials she gave her reply as, asking with her candid look of a child, what had she to explain. She had loved the two children. They had been often to her home. She had given a cake to Octavia on the day that the little one was taken ill. But sure the child had complained of sickness all the previous day. Why would she, a widow with three little children (here Mrs. McDowell put her handkerchief to her eyes), seek to harm the children of another woman? How could write these cruel letters? She knew nothing of poisons. Well, yes; she did remember, come to think of it, that Mrs. Perkins had called her into the house one day shortly before the illness little Willie and asked her to help in poisoning the dog,  and that she had held the dogs head while Mrs. Perkins poured stuff down the dogs throat. And the stuff smelt like garlic. This, however, might be merely a coincidence.

So, Mrs. Mrs. McDowell, or Bryant, ran the course of her narrative until, with a smile and a nod to the jury, she tripped out of court.

And in face of this situation there is no cause for surprise that the Richmond coroner’s jury took refuge in the time-honored “Murder by poison administered by some person or persons unknown.”

But behind the curtain that shields the murderess lies the story of a deep unfathomable well of passion running  through the dull lives of these of these simple, commonplace country people, whose only hope in this this world is to earn bread, and work until they die; a story of baffled love turned to hate; of a woman transformed to a fury by the indifference of the man she sought, and striking at the heart of the mother, who she hated, through her innocent children.

“Woman’s worst and coldest crimes are committed for the sake of love those of men for money,” says Lombroso.

And eloquent on its testimony of the working of a woman’s heart under the stress of passion is the first of the line of letters dropping one by one into the home. The first letter bore a border of black and is among those not yet given out for publication.

~ The Border of Black. ~

“The border of black is for my first my first love,” said the writer. “You robbed me of the man I wanted – he who is now in his grave. And now I am determined to strike at you. It is my purpose first to break your heart by making you childless, and the then to free your husband. That it is my purpose to do this you may know.”

The mother smiled and put the letter aside. A week went by and there came another letter.

“You have taken no heed of my warning,” said the writer. “I tell you I’ll strike through those you love most.”

And with each morning there lay on the breakfast table, in sinister significance, the letter with the handwriting that they knew so well.

Heavier and heavier grew the hearts of the parents with each of those letters.

But at last there came cam a morning when the familiar step of the postman passed by their door. A second and a third morning came and went with still no letter.

And they cried for Joy at the thought that the shadow of death had been be n lifted from them. The mere incident of the house dog dying in convulsions was not sufficient to attract attention.

Never was the thought the unknown avenger less present to their minds than on that September afternoon when the baby Willie toddled out to the doorway and then a few yards along the road.

Only half an hour had passed when there appeared in the doorway a man bearing the motionless figure of the child in his arms.

He had been found lying in the roadway near his father’s cottage.

No one at that time took any particular notice of the odor of garlic on the breath of the child.

At that the doctors could say was that the symptoms indicated the presence of some foreign substance in the body. Within twelve hours the boy was dead.

~ The Poisoning of Octavia. ~

The heart of the mother was full of a foreboding of that which was yet to come.

With the coming of Monday morning there again lay the familiar envelope on the table.

“There is reason in this warning?” wrote the sender of the letter. “There will be more reason before I am done with you.”

And now the letters came with every post; slander was now alternated with commonplace verbiage, and these letters, really telling little of the hideous truth, are the only communications made public by the police at the inquest.

Then once more came a cessation of the letters, and the parents, trembling, waited.

All through these weeks had Mrs. Perkins, quietly watching, bent her eyes on the one woman who of all others, by reason of old memories of which she even now will not speak, she believed hated her.

“There is a woman who is killing my children and who may take my husband, as she would have taken the other,” she said.

The world now knows the story of the October afternoon on which the child Octavia was to meet her death by the hand of the poisoner.

She had risen from her mother’s side, and run lightly to the house of Mrs. McDowell, and the next that was seen of her was when she reappeared in the doorway of the Perkins cottage, and with a sigh and a moan fainted in her mother’s arms.

Again was the characteristic odor of garlic; again the shivering convulsions and the sharp gasps and cries of agony, ere eight hours later death released the sufferer.

Suspicion had in the mind of Mrs. Perkins become certainty. From that that moment the word “murder” took the place of all others in the vocabulary of the Richmond people. Mrs. Perkins spoke at last and cried out for vengeance on the woman who, she declares, killed her children and would have robbed her of her husband.

Two women confront each other over the grave of the murdered children.

Mrs. Perkins, defiant, accusatory, pointing with uplifted hand at her supposed enemy. Mrs. McDowell, smiling, suave, perfect in poise, parrying each thrust, denying all things, and laughing at her accuser. Justice, in the persons of the police and the coroner, looks on the picture in perplexity and doubt, while all Richmond awaits the next development in the play.

[“Slaughter of the Innocents Chills Richmond’s Heart.” The Washington Times, Magazine Section, Nov. 5, 1905, p. 3]

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