THE ASSASSINATION OF RACER MICKEY THOMPSON

3/16/1988 - Falling in love with cars and speed since he builds a soapbox derby vehicle as a child out of the family washing machine and the wheels from his sister's skates, Marion Lee "Mickey" Thompson becomes one of the greatest names in automotive and car racing history. Nicknamed "The Speed King" by his many fans, Thompson puts together a career in racing and business that includes competing in 10,000 races (of which he wins 500), building the first slingshot dragster in 1954 (it will be the template for other drag racers until "Big Daddy" Don Garlits introduces the rear-engine digger in 1971), going 272.31 mph in a car he designs and builds (1958), a year later, increasing his speed to 332.809 mph, and in 1960 at the Bonneville Salt Flats, setting a world record and becoming the first American to go over 400 mph on the ground (406.60 in his four engine Challenger 1, breaking the mark of British racer, John Cobb), being an owner or partner in 27 companies, holding 100 major patents, designing the tire that has now become the standard for Indy 500 races, creating an early version of the rescue equipment now known as "The Jaws of Death," inventing a water-filled plastic vehicle barrier (and there is also time for two wives and a baby son) ... a life that brings him millions of dollars and even opens the doors to the White House (he is a JFK guest after setting his speed record).  Setting more speed and endurance records than anyone else in automotive history, it is also a life that has been a dance with death that Thompson has somehow survived more times than a cat with its full quota of lives  ... two speedboat crashes and 27 hospital stays for broken bones (that includes breaking his back four different times) and other injuries. Though not racing at all, in 1988, Thompson's luck with the Grim Reaper finally runs out.

Thompson

Thompson

With Callenger I Car And Team

Speedboat Mickey

Leaving their gated-community, up-scale home (the house includes a 13 car garage) in Bradbury, California (about 45 miles north of the Orange County community of Irvine, just east of Monrovia in the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains) in the 5:55 dark of an early morning (for separate trips by Mickey, to a just joined Irvine health club, and by Trudy, his wife of 17 years, to the office of the Mickey Thompson Entertainment Group at Anaheim Stadium), Mickey opens the garage door to let his wife back the couple's Toyoda van out, while he walks towards his own car.  And then the normal morning quiet is destroyed as two armed black men in jogging attire, each about six feet in height and somewhere between 20 to 30 years in age, step out of the bushes decorating the front yard and open fire on the Thompson's ... Mickey is shot in the legs and abdomen, while Trudy is wounded and begins crawling away from the vehicle.  Pleading, "Please don't hurt my wife!  Please don't hurt my wife!" Thompson is forced to watch one of the gunmen put a killing bullet in his wife's head, then the other gunman does the same to Mickey.  An obvious hit and not a robbery ($4,000 in cash is on the pair and Trudy is wearing over $70,000 in jewelry), the killers flee on 10-speed bikes, almost colliding with a neighbor taking her dog to a behavior class, go through a break in a fence, down an embankment, and vanish along a jogging path that had once been a railroad right-of-way.

Mickey & Trudy

The Investigation Begins

Crime Scene

Some Of The Untouched Jewelry

Alerted by neighbors responding to the sounds of gunfire (one rushes out of his house and chases after the men, firing a round from his revolver at the men before they vanish), police soon arrive at the scene and begin investigating the crime ... and in asking the standard question of friends and family of the deceased pair, "Do you know anyone who might have done this or were their enemies?" one name is continually stated and becomes the #1 suspect in the case, Thompson's former business partner, Michael Frank Goodwin.

Goodwin

A Navy brat from Pensacola, Florida ... Goodwin is an intelligent over-achiever who loves talking about himself and getting his way, with a very violent temper (running his own company, he will go through crying secretaries as if they are kernels of popcorn).  Enrolling at San Diego State, he goes from studying mechanical engineering to seeking a degree in marketing, makes money hosting TGIF parties in which he charges women fifty cents and men a dollar fifty for entry, and drops out of school six credits shy of graduation. Joining a small promotion firm, with his gift of gab on full bore, he soon cons his way upward, and becomes a major rock promoter, living the life of an emperor in an ocean-view mansion in Laguna Beach while orchestrating concert tours for Ray Charles. Jimi Hendrix, The Doors, The Rolling Stones, The Beach Boys, the Supremes, Sonny and Cher, Petulia Clark, and Janis Joplin.  Weary of the unrelenting stress of managing massive entertainment egos, after coordinating Janis Joplin's final tour, Goodwin and his wife buy a beat-up Volkswagen van and spend a couple of years lazily touring North and South America ... relaxing, until Goodwin reads a motorcycle magazine in a bathroom in a Belize hotel and comes up with the idea of presenting motorcycle races in football stadiums, what he will call "the Superbowl of Motocross."  A huge success almost immediately (at one point, Goodwin will claim to make $600,000 in a single day), but still looking for more, in 1984, he approaches Thompson about combining forces in an expanded, merged company (Thompson has started managing stadium shows featuring racing trucks) that will feature the world famous racer's name.  

Goodwin - Center

Contracts signed, with an 18-month "engagement" period in which either partner can back out of the agreement, Thompson and Goodwin start fighting over finances almost immediately, the plug is pulled on the merger, and the lawsuits begin ... fourteen in all that inch there way through the Southern California judicial system, that upset the men more and more, with the 6'3", 200 pound Goodwin spluttering out death threats against Thompson and his family to seemingly anyone who will listen ... death threats which Thompson takes seriously.  Suits finally heading for a climax (Thompson will win a judgment of $768,000 which causes Goodwin to declare bankruptcy in a move to keep his assets from his former partner), the racer hires a guard to watch his house, asks the Sheriff Department for more patrols, begins wearing a bullet-proof vest, loads a shotgun with buckshot for home protection, avoids standing in front of lit windows at night, and varies his work routine ... precautions that all prove in vain.

Danny & Mickey Thompson

Suspect identified, it at first appears that Goodwin will escape judgment for the twin murders ... transferring over $400,000 to an off-shore banking account in the Caribbean, grabbing $200,000 in gold coins, with his wife, the businessman sails away from the States in his 57-foot, single-masted yacht, "Believe."  Far away from angry partners and lawsuits, he spends two years spear fishing and taking underwater photography, then spends another two years enjoying the ski life of Aspen, Colorado.  Believing his own words when discussing taking out Thompson, "They'll never catch me.  I'm too smart," in 2001 he returns to Southern California and is quickly arrested for the murders ... his smart has been checkmated by the relentlessness and determination of Thompson's sister, Collene Campbell.

Campbell

Composed of the same Irish grit as her brother, Thompson's sister leads a hugely successful life in Orange County in which she becomes mayor of San Juan Capistrano and is connected to political movers-and-shakers at the state and national levels ... and she has experience with the judicial system and cold cases.  In 1983, when her 27-year-old son vanishes, Campbell personally solves the case, discovering her son, in a drug deal gone bad, has been flown out to sea from a Fullerton airport and dropped in the ocean from 2,000 feet (the killers will eventually get life sentences for the crime).  Three days before his murder, Thompson calls his sister and discusses his fears about murder, and with that seed planted, when Thompson is actually killed, Campbell begins a mission to put Goodwin behind bars ... keeping the case in the news, getting the crime highlighted on TV shows like America's Most Wanted and Unsolved Mysteries, hiring private investigators, maintaining contact with the police and prosecution, and offering a $1,000,000 reward for information that results in the capture and conviction of the killers.  Wearing the St. Christopher medal her brother wore in races, and diamond necklace her mother gives her on her deathbed, with the demand her daughter not take it off until her son's killer is brought to justice, she attends over a five year period before the case comes to trial. all 70 court appearances of Goodwin, and is in attendance for each day of the six week trial that finally starts in November of 2006, and its five days of jury deliberations.

Goodwin And Public Defender Elena Saris

A case that produces 40,000 pages of discovery (in 114 boxes), 1,000 "witness" interviews, is supervised by four different lead investigators, and creates a sixty-one volume police murder book, at trial, fifteen individuals will testify to hearing Goodwin make death threats against Thompson's life, and lots of other compelling circumstantial will be presented, but what sways the jury most is the testimony of neighbor Ronald Shields.  Dots connected after watching the case discussed on TV (compliments once again of Collene Campbell ... another witness at the same time comes forth with details on Goodwin personally confessing to hiring the murders, but prosecutors decide not to use her testimony during the trial), Shields testifies to the presence of a man in a rusted out Chevy Malibu station wagon, days before the murder, watching the Thompson house through a pair of binoculars ... a man, 13 years later, Shields picks out of a lineup ... Michael Goodwin.  On January 4, 2007, nineteen years after the twin killings, despite a lack of any physical evidence of a connection to the deaths, Goodwin is found guilty of two counts of murder and sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole ... bowing his head at the announcement of his sentence, Goodwin mutters, "I didn't do it. I didn't do it."

Goodwin

Sentence appeal denied, Goodwin's home is now a cell at California's High Desert State Prison.  Case not fully closed however, with the $1,000,000 reward for information about the slayings still open, so far the actual trigger men in the murders have not been located.

Witness Recreations Of The Culprits

3/16/1988 ... the sporting world loses one of its giants with the assassinations of Mickey and Trudy Thompson

Thompson

WHY 911 EXISTS - KITTY GENOVESE

3/13/1964 - Sadly, humans have been murdering each other since the biblical times of Cain and Abel, deaths that now number in the millions (there will be 636 in New York City alone during 1964), but that are mostly forgotten except for the police officers and family members effected, or if a famous name is involved, like John Fitzgerald Kennedy or O.J. Simpson.  There are exceptions though, and one needless death that still resonates after over fifty years takes place on a late night in the Queens Borough of New York City ... the cruel assault, rape, and stabbing murder of 28-year-old Catherine Susan "Kitty" Genovese.

Genovese - 1961

The oldest of five children born to Italian-American parents living in Brooklyn, New York, Genovese is born on July 7, 1935, and grows up surrounded by love in a brownstone home in the Park Slope portion of the city.  Raised Catholic, as a teenager she attends all-girl Prospect Heights High School, where she will be remembered as being very self-assured for her age, having an extremely sunny outlook on life, and being a wonderful amateur dancer.  Out of high school, when her mother witnesses a murder and takes the family to the safer climes of New Canaan, Connecticut, Genovese remains in the city, living with her grandparents, as she gets ready for her upcoming marriage ... a marriage which takes place and is then quickly annulled in 1954.  Still exploring her life's possibilities, she learns she hates clerical work, and by the late 1950s, Genovese has become a bartender, and works the position so well that she is made manager of Ev's Eleventh Hour Sports Bar in Queens, New York ... and she finds love again, becoming romantically involved with her roommate, Mary Ann Zielonko .

Young Kitty

Teen

At The Bar

By contrast, the maggot whose life will intersect with Kitty's in a horrible manner, 28-year-old Winston Moseley, is leading a secret existence ... by day, he is a soft spoken, intelligent husband (his second marriage) of a working nurse and father of three (two by his first wife), with no prior criminal record, who works as a Remington Rand tap operator of business machines, but at night, after his wife goes to sleep (or is on duty for multiple shifts), he is a psychopathic thug who has already killed two women, raped an additional eight ladies, participated in between 30 to 40 burglaries, and has discovered he enjoys having sex with the corpses of his victims.  Following his routine, at 2:00 in the morning of 3/13/1964, after his wife is asleep, the monster slips out of bed, gets in his car, and starts searching for a female victim to rape and kill ... and wrong place at the wrong time, stumbles on Genovese while she is waiting in her red Fiat for the light to change at a traffic stop on Hoover Avenue, sometime around 3:00 in the morning, as she is returning home from a long night at the bar.

Winston Moseley - 4/1/1964 Booking Photo

Parking her car as usual in the Kew Gardens Station Long Island Railroad parking lot, just 100 feet away from the alleyway entrance to her apartment at the rear of her building, Genovese begins walking towards the building when Moseley approaches her from behind carrying a large hunting knife.  Flight or fight, Genovese selects flight first, breaking into a run trying to make it to the front of her building and down the street to the busier nearby corner of Lefferts Blvd., where she hopes to find help.  She never makes it though!  Breaking into a run himself, Moseley catches up to Genovese and stabs her twice in the back as she screams, "Oh my God, he stabbed me!  Help me!  Please help me!"  Bending over to finish his murder, Moseley instead runs off into the darkness when drawn to the screams, neighbor Robert Mozer opens his window, and yells down at the commotion in the street, "Let that girl alone."  When the altercation appears to end, and Genovese stumbles to the back of the building and is out of sight, thinking the disturbance over, he returns to bed.  

Then & Now

Where Kitty Parked ... #1 Kitty's Car, #2 First Attack, #3 Where

Genovese Stumbled Back Into Her Building

But the attack isn't over, returning to his car, Moseley waits ten minutes for the police to arrive, but when they don't, he heads back to the apartment building (now wearing a wide-brimmed hat to disguise his face), and following the blood tracks of his victim, finds Genovese almost unconscious in a hallway by the back of her apartment building.  There, stabbing his victim as he rapes he (she will be pierced over a dozen times by her attacker's blade, and both her hands have multiple wounds from her attempts to fight off her killer), Moseley finishes his homicide, steals $49 out of Genovese's purse, and vanishes into the night ... roughly 30 minutes has elapsed from the killer's first attack.  Too late, a few minutes later, police finally arrive on the scene to find a mortally wounded Genovese, being comforted and held in the arms of a neighbor, five-foot tall, 70-year-old Sophia Farrar (wearing a night gown).  Taken away by ambulance at approximately 4:15 in the morning, Genovese passes away en route to a nearby hospital.

Where She Spent Her Last Moments

Just another murder, that categorization changes markedly when a New York Times editor (A. M. Rosenthal) hears from a police commissioner (Michael Murphy) about witnesses to the attack not helping, and demands one of his crime writers play up that angle in his next story (gee, it would seem the Times has been creating fake news for a really, really long time).  "37 Who Saw Murder Didn't Call Police," by Martin Gansberg runs on the front page of the paper on March 27, 1964, and just like that, selling papers galore, the story becomes headline worthy, not only across the country, but around the world ... and the reality of what really happened becomes lost ... two separate attacks become three, the handful of people actually seeing the first attack (the second takes place out of view except for a single neighbor, Karl Ross, who opens his door hearing Genovese's screaming, and finds Moseley stabbing and raping his victim ... actions to which the louse responds by slamming his door shut and locking it, calling friends with questions on what to do, and crawling out of a window and going across the roof to a location where he feels safer, and finally calls the police) ... interviewed later by the police, he will be the person that uses the term, "... didn't want to get involved.") eventually becomes 38 people (most claim to only hear "sounds," which they pass off as partying drunks in the street ... only one saw her actually being stabbed according to his testimony at trial), two individuals claiming they called the police while the attack was taking place are ignored (no records of the calls are able to be located), and with the template, "No One Helped," the actions of Sophia Farrar are left out of the story.  And it is the lack of caring story that is mostly still remembered to this day.

Rosenthal

Gansberg In Action

Murder perpetrated, the New York police are lucky to be searching for a dangerous fool, and the crime is solved six days after it takes place.  Caught stealing a TV in a local burglary, arrested and placed in jailhouse custody, Moseley confesses to the TV theft, and then keeps confessing to multiple other heinous acts, including the murder of Genovese.  Put on trial, Moseley first pleads not guilty, then has his lawyer change his claim to not guilty by reason of insanity.  Not buying it after four days of evidence, the jury takes seven hours to deliberate before turning in a guilty verdict, which Judge J, Irwin Shapiro in turn transforms into a death penalty (witnesses in the courtroom erupt with applause at the verdict ... once quieted, the judge will state, "I don't believe in capital punishment, but when I see a monster like this, I wouldn't hesitate to pull the switch myself."). But appealing the decision and his sentence, Moseley is given a life in prison sentence that includes the someday possibility of parole. Second chance given, the human piece of foul shows why he should be kept behind bars until death ... wounding himself with a knife on purpose, Moseley escapes while being transferred from prison to the Meyer Memorial Hospital in Buffalo, New York, and while at large and in hiding, uses his freedom to take a husband and wife, and a mother and her daughter, hostage, and rapes the wife, Mrs. Matthew Kulaga. Caught days after his escape and sent back to prison (with more behind bars sentencing to be added to the time he is already serving), Moseley is one of the many rioters that snap during the Attica Prison riots of 1971.  Showing little remorse for any of his actions over the years, Moseley is denied parole eighteen times, and dies behind bars on March 28, 2016, at the age of 81.               

Under Arrest

Squirt In Custody

The Rioting At Attica

Closing In On Hell

As for Kitty Genovese, she lives on, rightly or wrongly, in psychological textbooks and lawyer tomes, is still the subject of documentaries, true crime books, novels, movies, songs, and who knows what else, and lends her name to a mental syndrome to explain bystanders not becoming involved (a theory which includes the premise that the more people witnessing an event, the less likely anyone is to step forward, thinking someone else will take care of things ... even if that isn't what really happened in her case).  Most importantly though, it is Genovese's murder, and the misbegotten uproar that ensues, that sets in motion the changes that take place so that four years hence, instead of having to dial the number of the police precinct needed to respond to a crime, an individual, nationally, can call simply dial "911" to start help on its way ... hers is a death that will save thousands of lives in the decades that follow.

Genovese