Tom Schreck - TKO
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Tom Schreck
TKO
You cant beat me. Im God!
Muhammad AliWell, Gods getting knocked on his ass tonight, then.
Joe Frazier1
Just because a guy slits the throats of two high-school cheerleaders, axes the back of the quarterbacks head, and runs down the class president in his moms LTD, doesnt make him a bad guy, I said.
Duff-
I didnt let Monique finish.
Howards father split before he was born, his mom was abusively schizo-shit, she used to strip him naked and make fun of his Johnson when he was in high school-and every day the football players would give him a wedgie.
So every kid who gets a hard time in high school should be excused for homicide? Monique said.
No-thats not what Im saying. I realized I had been raising my voice. All Im saying is given what was going on in his head, its no wonder he flipped out. In a way, they all had it coming.
Monique gave me a look and then went back to her desk.
A long time ago, back in high school, Howard Rheinhart went away to Green Haven for murdering four of his classmates. He was bullied and abused right from first grade, and one day while he was receiving his daily wedgie from the McDonough Highs all-city quarterback, Mark Woroby, two of the cheerleaders went into an impromptu cheer. That night, after the hoop game with Eagle Heights, Howard held his own homecoming. It meant releasing years of pent-up anger, and boy, did Howard ever make up for lost time.
Carl the janitor found the two cheerleaders, Danielle Thomson and Terri Snow, in their uniforms, sitting in the bleachers, still in their uniforms. Go Team was scripted in dried blood on the gym floor in front of the somewhat pale pep squad. Carls been on medication ever since.
The cheerleaders had taken the time to make Howards daily humiliation that much more dehumanizing. They literally cheered his abuse and they made it clear he didnt matter. When Howard slit their throats, he proved that he did, in fact, matter quite a bit.
Woroby, the QB, was found decapitated Monday afternoon in a field outside of town. His body was propped up against a tree, his right arm cocked back like he was throwing long, except his head was where the ball would usually be. There was no questioning the fact that Howard had a flair for sarcasm, but you didnt have to be a Freudian analyst to see what kind of statement he was making. For the first time in his life, well, technically the second, Howard was turning the tables and letting everyone know that the joke wasnt on him. Unfortunately, a lot of people didnt appreciate his sense of humor.
Class president and all-around high-school stud Jack Powers wasnt guilty of wedgersizing Howard on a daily basis. He did mockingly nominate him for most likely to succeed and was leading a campaign to have Howard win as a joke until the student advisor, Mrs. Kyle, put a stop to it. Howard flattened Powers, gunning the eight-cylinder LTD from two blocks away and never slowing down.
It was Howards way of saying that he would not be mocked, that he was an individual too, and that he demanded to be treated like one. He went from total victim position to total dominance in a matter of days. Sure, he went overboard; sure, he might have been better off with a little assertiveness training; and sure, one might say that his actions were a bit out of proportion. But did anyone stop to think what that guy must of felt like day after day, getting abused at home and at school and just about everywhere he turned?
They arrested Howard in Canastota at a Thruway rest stop, listening to Frampton sing Do You Feel Like We Do. Its a pretty fair bet that no one did quite feel like Howard Rheinhart back in high school. It was probably a pretty good bet that now that he had been released from prison, no one quite felt like him today either. He did his pretty lenient thirty-year sentence and was let out on time served. Here he was, back in Crawford, living in a parole halfway house and assigned to my caseload at Jewish Unified Services. The geniuses at the parole board discharged Howard with the provision that he get intense psychiatric care. He had his youthful offender status at the time of the murders to thank for his relatively quick release.
The problem was, Howard had no income, no savings, and no friends. That meant he was on Medicaid and that his intensive psychiatric care would involve seeing me three times a week and Dr. Jeriah Abadon, our consulting psychiatrist, once a week. I am a human services counselor with very little education and a few years experience. Im used to handling alcoholics and addicts, teenagers who get in trouble, and guys whose jobs mandate that they get counseling or else face unemployment. Im not renowned for my skills with deeply psychiatric multiple killers.
Howard had only been coming to see me for about a week and a half. He was never late, said very little, and acted as skittish as anyone I ever saw. I guess thirty years in prison preceded by seventeen years of wedgie-filled torment will do that to a guy. All I wanted to see the man do was learn to trust people a little bit and not go through life fearing that around the corner someone was always waiting to hoist him up by the elastic in his skivvies. Last Friday, on his fourth visit, Howard said something to me that Ill never forget. I had asked him what he wanted out of life, and he hesitated for a long time.
I want to feel someday that the world isnt out to get me, he said and then began to cry. He cried into his hands as intensely as Ive ever seen anyone cry, and then he abruptly stopped and looked up at me. His eyes were red and his cheeks were stained, but he got himself completely under control almost instantly. A long stretch in prison will teach you how to hide how you feel. I cant imagine the firestorm that brews inside of someone who can shut off emotion like that so quickly.
To me, Howard was a guy who had known a lifetime of pain and had no skills to deal with it. His mom abused him and the kids at school abused him. The killing spree was his way of standing up for himself. For me, it was a misguided, albeit extremely misguided, attempt to stand up for himself. It sounds twisted, but I respected the fact that he stood up for himself because, to me, thats what makes a man a man. Standing up for yourself can mean saying you wont allow yourself to be talked to in a certain way, it can mean defending yourself physically, or it can mean a certain inner peace that tells you that your own self-respect is worth protecting. In Howards case, it meant some extreme acting-out, but that had more to do with how screwed-up his life had been than any innate evil that lived within him. At least thats how I saw it. Hed been to see Abadon twice, and the doctors assessment was far less sympathetic than mine. He classified Rheinhart as a low-functioning, antisocial, and pathologically insecure individual. It wasnt a diagnosis with a lot of hope attached to it.
It was Monday and Howard was supposed to be in at ten. It was now ten fifteen and there was no sign of him. As usual, I was way behind in my paperwork, and a good use of my time would have been to take the opportunity to get going on it. But alas, a man has to eat, and I happened to know that at ten thirty the in-service on Art Therapy with the Vietnam Vet was scheduled. That meant that there had to be donuts.
I pilfered one powdered and one plain just as the social workers were filing in and picking up their finger paints. I grabbed a cup of the brownish liquid that passed for the clinics coffee and slid away from the oblivious social workers filing in. It isnt difficult to get past social workers because as a group they are usually consumed with their own issues to the point that leaving the house in the morning already sets the bar pretty high for them. The clinics coffee tended to affect my digestive system like some sort of New Age cleansing high colonic, but I drank it anyway.
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