One of the biggest stories of my Gen X childhood was that of Lyle and Erik Menendez, two brothers who were found guilty of killing their parents, Jose and Kitty, in their Beverly Hills home in 1989.
I still don't know what to think after all these years. I mean, when someone uses a shotgun to the head to shoot their parents, that's some cold-ass shit. But not knowing the reality of what went on in that house leaves room for recognizing there could have been significant and constant trauma inflicted on them. We will never know what really happened and why.
My sister and I watched this trial live...it was probably one of the first that was broadcast (I think on the new CourtTV). We were solidly in the "we believe the brothers" camp. (Perhaps because we had seen some shit go down in supposedly "perfect" families.)
I still don't know what to think after all these years. I mean, when someone uses a shotgun to the head to shoot their parents, that's some cold-ass shit. But not knowing the reality of what went on in that house leaves room for recognizing there could have been significant and constant trauma inflicted on them. We will never know what really happened and why.
My sister and I watched this trial live...it was probably one of the first that was broadcast (I think on the new CourtTV). We were solidly in the "we believe the brothers" camp. (Perhaps because we had seen some shit go down in supposedly "perfect" families.)