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“Guilt. Look at guilt. What is guilt anyway? It is just something mommy and daddy put in you to control you to do what they wanted you to do. If you didn’t do what they said, you felt guilty about it. Well, listen, I’ve told you this over and over, right from the beginning, there is no such thing as guilt. You don’t got to do what mommy and daddy say to do any more. You are your own person, and you just do what you want to do. Do what you do, and don’t think about it. There is no guilt!” He shouted it. “Guilt is all in your head. It is an illusion. It isn’t real. Everything you see is an illusion, a figment of your imagination. You create the world you live in. You are what you see. Get outside yourself and look back at yourself, and you will see that even you”
Susan Atkins-Whitehouse, Child of Satan, Child of God
“A chill gripped me. “At the store,” I said. “I found four pennies on the ground and bought the candy with those.” My father didn’t accept the story, and I eventually acknowledged that I had stolen the candy. He took me by the hand and rather roughly walked me back to the store. Inside, he said to the elderly storeowner, “My daughter here took four pieces of candy from your store a few minutes ago. Now, she wants to return three of the pieces, and here’s a penny for the fourth.” The old man looked at me. He had a white, bushy moustache and very soft, brown eyes. He didn’t smile, but his eyes twinkled. Anger showed in my father’s face and voice. “What do you say, Susan?” he asked. “I’m sorry I took your candy without paying.” I looked at his neck rather than his eyes. I was humiliated.”
Susan Atkins-Whitehouse, Child of Satan, Child of God
“It was nine o’clock when I walked onto the street. I took a streetcar toward the Tenderloin area of Market Street. I knew the long-haired people—”the hippies,” the papers called them—had taken .over a three-block area. They were different. I was different. “Let’s see what it’s all about,” I said, my eyes dry by then, and my face in control.”
Susan Atkins-Whitehouse, Child of Satan, Child of God