On October 13, 2011, The New York Times ran “fluff piece” by Geoffrey Gray titled “A Death-Row Love Story.” The piece concerned the 1996 meeting and eventual love between Damien Echols and Lorri Davis. Echols was housed on Arkansas’ death row, condemned to death for the murder of three second-grade Cub Scouts in West Memphis. Echols, and his two cohorts (James Baldwin and Jessie Misskelley), became known as the “West Memphis Three” following the release of the documentary “Paradise Lost” which proclaimed innocence of the three child-killers. Ms. Davis watched the documentary in 1996, became interested in Echols’ case, fell in love with him, and married him in 1999.


This past summer Echols high-powered defense team sought, and secured, a plea deal with Arkansas prosecutors. The deal required the three men to plead guilty in open court without admitting their guilt, although they had to admit there was sufficient evidence to convict them if the case went to a jury. A local judge sentenced the trio to time served and they were immediately released from custody.


The public record and Echols’s supporters have never disputed Echols interest, even fascination, in the occult, particularly Satanism. In fact, the theory of the prosecution was that the murder of the three boys were part of a “satanic ritual.” While this theory has been significantly discredited, Echols’s love affair with Devil worship, and all its assorted bullshit, has not. In fact, as indicated in the Times article, Echols has continued his occult interest after his release from death row. As Geoffrey Gray reported:


“They talked about seeing a movie later that evening. ‘I want to see “Fright Night”,’ he said. ‘They’re rereleasing it in 3-D!’

“Davis gave him a look, ‘“Fright Night?’

“She tries to introduce me to all these highbrow novels and these foreign films and stuff – and Woody Allen,” he complained. “You know, these stories that are all about the human condition and slices of life. They are so boring! No wonder everyone in New York is depressed”

“’Listen,’” she said, “’You better get this stuff out of your system. I’m giving you a grace period. You have a couple weeks, then …’

“He still had yet to venture out alone. ‘I’m almost ready,’ he said, and reached under the table to hold Davis’s hand.

“They still write. One of Echols’s favorite places in New York is Gothic Resaissance, a costume shop in the East Village …”


I’m not making this up, folks. This is directly out of Echols’s own mouth and reported in the Times.


Through its own website, this Gothic Boutique is “dedicated to the world of the macabre,” including the occult. Old habits die hard for Echols. He still wants to shop around for Gothic dress and visit places that celebrate the occult and different forms of Satanism.

Granted, this does not mean Echols slaughtered those three boys, but it is legitimate evidence that he is one sick puppy. This was evidenced by his expressed contempt for serious literature “about the human condition” and movies with an intellectual bent toward the real world. He considers those endeavors to be a waste of time—“bullshit,” if you will.


But he believes the “world of the macabre” is a great place to be.


Why would anyone who was convicted of a brutal triple murder and who has a past association with the occult/Satanism maintain an interest in the “world of the macabre” while simultaneously scoffing at those whose feet are grounded in the real “human condition and slices of life.

As I’ve said, and it’s worth repeating, Damien Echols is one sick puppy.








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