Black Dahlia: the murder that shocked the whole world, still not solved
Her name was Elizabeth short, and she was amazingly beautiful alabaster skin, black hair, blue eyes, chiseled cheekbones. Like many girls of that time, Elizabeth dreamed of becoming a Hollywood star. But her dreams were never realized. Because someone took and cut it in half.
January 15, 1947, the police immediately went to a Wake-up call. A woman reported that he found on an empty plot of Los Angeles creepy disfigured corpse of a stranger.
When the police arrived at the scene of the discovery of the murdered, they could not believe their eyes: though what he did with the body, was unthinkable and the body was carefully cut in half, there was no blood.
The victim of this terrible incident to its former beauty was nicknamed the Black Dahlia, and this murder was destined to become one of the most mysterious crimes in the United States.
Elizabeth lay on her back, his hands were raised up, legs widely diluted. A piece of flesh was cut from her feet and fastened to the genitals. The killer had recently washed her hair, so that even at the time of the discovery of the body they were still wet. The whole body was covered with bruises and bruises, sometimes flesh was cut and mouth split from ear to ear.
Around the wrists and ankles of the traces of the rope. But the most terrible, perhaps, was that the body was carefully cut in half — the dividing line passed right above her waist.
Cause of death the coroner's office was called "the heart attack and the shock caused by the concussion, and incised wounds on the face", the body literally was left of the living room. The autopsy also showed that most of the wounds were inflicted to the victim's death, and her stomach showed traces of feces. And, perhaps, at the time when the killer began to cut her in half, she was still alive.
The police took several hours to find out the name of the dead. Her name was Elizabeth short, and she was only 22 years old.
Despite the horrifying death, Elizabeth's life, too, was not spoiled. Nature gave it a bright, memorable appearance — she resembled a porcelain doll with a perfect face and blue eyes. But her favorite color was black: she wore black dresses, jeans, even underwear and stockings. However, his nickname, Elizabeth received after the death.
Elizabeth grew up in a single-parent family — her parents divorced when she was only six years old, her mother was forced to look for ways to take care of four small children in the midst of the great Depression alone.
In seventeen years, Elizabeth left the family and went to seek a better life in Miami. Sitting as a waitress in a cafe, she fell madly in love with the military. Maybe have a couple things would have been okay, but the man went to war. Elizabeth vowed to wait for him faithfully keep his word.
She was hoping to marry him, but fate has prepared for her something else. So, shortly Elizabeth received a telegram stating that her loved one has died on the battlefield. Elizabeth was inconsolable. She began to drink and to surrender to any man who will offer her a drink and a hot meal. For lewd conduct, she was detained by police and sent by train to his hometown.
Elizabeth had no desire to return home. She got off the train and went in the nearest town, determined to start a new life. And she almost succeeded — again enamoured of air force major — Matt Gordon. History repeats itself. Matt is forced to go to war, and Elizabeth promises to wait for him. Hoping that this time things will be different, and when Matt gets home, they get married.
Elizabeth waited two years, until August 1946 at her door the postman who brought a message from her beloved mother. It said the following: "Received notice from the war Department. My son Matt is killed in a plane crash." One can only imagine how these words echoed in the heart of Elizabeth. All hopes, all images happy life collapsed. Again.
Elizabeth put my stuff again and took off. This time it was not a new love. She wanted to Hollywood.
In those years is not such a rarity was a girl, overflowing with hopes of becoming an actress. Elizabeth did not hesitate short love affair — this time, she was planning to find a man who will discover her world of fame and a movie.
The last time Elizabeth had seen in the lobby of the Biltmore. There she set up a meeting with her sister, but there are traces of the girl and dropped. Maybe that's where she met her killer.
What did the journalists, it really was. In an attempt to learn about the victim as much as possible, members of the media called his mother Elizabeth, lied that she won a beauty contest and they wanted to know about her daughter anymore. Only after overjoyed to tears mother posted a story to her daughter, she was told that the girl is dead.
Nine days later, someone sent to the editorial Board Examiner package, where were the documents Elizabeth: birth certificate, social security card, address book and obituary Matt Gordon. Packing strong smell of gasoline, so the sender carefully wiped her fingerprints.
The murder remained unsolved, but the most terrible in it was not even the brutality with which someone dealt with a young girl. The most terrible was the destruction of the dream. While every other girl wanted to be an actress and go on to conquer Hollywood. They believed with their whole lives ahead of that they are beautiful, smart and ambitious. Such will not remain on the sidelines of life.
The case of the Black Dahlia showed them what actually stand up on their dreams. No matter how successful you are, you're the one who catches a ride on the way to California, — nameless and defenseless.
Elizabeth has become an iconic figure of the symbols of the destruction of the girl's hopes.
Even decades later, the answer to the question of who could have done this with a young girl, still there.