IF THERE was any code Charles Manson claimed to live by, it was that he didn't lie. Everyone else might think that the craziest lying, but that was their problem in their minds. He put on no airs. Lived by his own truth. And since his truth told him that he was God, and love, and lived in everything, then so he was, and so he did. All that made him sound like a hippie, a word he hated, and in the late 1960s he might have been dismissed as just one more long-haired wild-eyed weirdo with a band of groupie women drifting round the deserts of southern California, living on weed and free love. That was before, on the night of August 9th 1969, five people and an almost-at-term baby were killed at Benedict Canyon in Los Angeles. One of them was Sharon Tate, a famous actress. On the next night a grocery-chain owner, Leno La-Bianca, and his wife were butchered to death in the same way. The killings terrified Hollywood, horrified America, and the trail eventually led to him.
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