Serial Killer Jeffrey Dahmer Sentenced To Life In Prison 20 Years Ago.
As it happens, the eyes of Jeffrey Dahmer — hazel, placid, almost vacant — project no sinister gleam. If anything, he looks more like a spacey nerd than a serial killer. But murder is his muse. There is no question about the basic facts in the Dahmer case: at least 15 dismembered bodies; the head in the fridge and heart in the freezer; the blue barrel of acid for leftovers. Dahmer has confessed this to the police. In a Milwaukee courtroom this week, he will sit down, screened from spectators by a wall of bulletproof glass eight feet high, while his defense attorney tries to explain him. The details would chill de Sade: the way he killed Ernest Miller, removing the flesh from his bones and bleaching his skeleton; the time he took Matt Turner home after a Gay Pride parade, drugged him with sleeping pills, strangled him and threw his body into the blue barrel; the occasion he had sex with Oliver Lacy’s corpse. “He talks about killing people just as if it’s like pouring a glass of water,” says Deputy Chief Robert Due of the West Allis Police Department in suburban Milwaukee. “He shows no emotion whatsoever.” Keep reading (if you dare)
Newsweek February 3, 1992