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DEATH ROW
Rodney
Alcala
Alcala, a UclA film.
graduate, used his camera
and charm to lure young
Southern California girls
to their deaths.
by Janet Zimmerman
aves smashed furiously against the cliffs at
this coastal city 50 miles south of Los Angeles.
Huntington Beach that June afternoon in 1979.
the beginning of a typical Southern California summer.
The serious surfers whose wet-suited profiles
And it was, for almost everyone except 12-year-old Robin
usually dot the shoreline here in the early moming had long
Christine Samsoe. It was:here at I4th Street and Pacific Coast
disappeared as the sun broke through the.summer haze.
Highway that this blue-eyed 7th grader would peer directly
A scattering of tourists was beginning to emerge, stopping
into the face of death..
their cars along the dirt overhang to peer into the endless blue
Death on that day took the form of a 35-year-old man
of the Pacific Ocean. On a good day, they might even catch a
named Rodney James Alcala. He was a lanky, soft-spoken ex-
glimpse of Catalina Island, 26 miles offshore. When they'd
con with an insatiable appetite for young girls and violent sex.
gotten their fill of salt water and paim tees, they'd venture on
AIcala wore a blue Hawaiian shirt. His hair was a thick,
to the seedy downtown of Huntington Beach, filled with head
wavy black that hung below his shoulders and almost made
shops and outdoor hamburger stands where the locals hang
him look like a woman. His weapon of choice was a 35 mm
OuL
camera, which he used to befriend young girls who would
Teen-agers fresh out of school would catch the bus or hitch
pose for his promises of fame and fortune.
a ride with friends as they began work on their tans. They'd
Robin and her best friend, 13-year-old Brigett Wilvert
spread their toweis on the hot white sand or perch on the
were reclining on the cliffs at 14th Street when AIcala
cement retaining wall, listening to rock 'n roll music and
approached. Like dozens of giris before them, he asked to take
maybe waiting for a friend who could score them some pot.
their picture for a photography contest.
It appeared that this 2Oth day of June was like any other in
They agreed, flattered by the attention of an older man. It
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