Whack Job E-Book

Rachel McCarthy James

• Herausgeber: Icon Books
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

A brilliant and bloody examination of the axe's foundational role in human history, from prehistoric violence, to war and executions, splashed across newspaper headlines and popular culture. For as long as the axe has been in our hands, we have used it to kill. Much like the wheel, the boat, and the telephone, the axe is a transformative piece of technology ― one that has been with us since prehistory. And just as early humans used the axe to chop down trees, hunt for food, and whittle tools, they also used it to murder. Over time, this particular use has endured: as the axe evolved over centuries to fit the needs of new agricultural, architectural, and social development, so have our lethal uses for it. Whack Job is the story of the axe, first as a convenient danger and then an anachronism, as told through the murders it has been employed in throughout history: from the first axe murder nearly half a million years ago, to the brutal harnessing of the axe in warfare, and from its use in King Henry VIII's favourite method of execution, to Lizzie Borden and the birth of modern pop culture. Whack Job sheds brilliant light on this familiar implement, this most human of weapons. This is a critical examination of violence, an exploration of how technology shapes human conflict, the cruel and sacred rituals of execution and battle, and the ways humanity fits even the most savage impulses into narratives of the past and present.

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CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION: Nothing Could Be Simpler

Stone Hand Axe

ONE: Cranium 17 and the Pit of Bones

Type G-VII Egyptian Battleaxe

TWO: The Smited King

Yue

THREE: Cascade of Blood

Pélekys

FOUR: In Truth, an Enemy and a Man of Violence

Iron Shipbuilding Axe

FIVE: Freydis, Woman of the Forest

Executioner

SIX: Pigmen, Gargoyles, Blundering Youths

Tomahawk

SEVEN: You Are Not Dead Yet, My Father

Cooper’s Side Axe

EIGHT: I Suppose You Know What I Am Doing

Roofing Hatchet

NINE: Five Axes in the Cellar, One Axe on the Roof

Shingling Hatchet

TEN: A Fuller Measure of Life and Truth, at Any Cost

Boy’s Axe

ELEVEN: “Whoever Comes Over, I Give Anybody Candy”

Felling Axe

TWELVE: Candy

Fire Axe

EPILOGUE: Crime and Difficult Situations

Acknowledgments

Selected Additional Sources

Notes

 

As an axe leaves its mark in the speechless tree, so an evil deed leaves its mark in the evil doer’s consciousness.

—JOHN HENRY WIGMORE, as quoted in Cara Robertson’sThe Trial of Lizzie Borden

My axe is my buddy, we both cry with the trees Me and my axe will bring the devil to his knees

—INSANE CLOWN POSSE, “My Axe”

INTRODUCTION

Nothing Could Be Simpler

Early on in the process of writing my first book about axe murder, I took a job working in an after-school program. I was twenty-six and I’d recently figured out a new answer to the hundred-year-old mystery of the murder of eight people in Villisca, Iowa. I needed a day job, and the children at the nearby elementary school I had once attended myself were a bright counterpoint to the grim work of researching true crime.

Mornings spent mired in awful murders were balanced by cheerful afternoons in sunny playgrounds and colorful classrooms, mediating disputes over nothing more serious than iPad time. At Pinckney Elementary, my job working in after-school care with the Boys & Girls Club was both more and less important than my work unearthing major connections between horrific tragedies. These kindergarteners had real struggles too, but I wasn’t a teacher or their parents. Anything major was above my pay grade. I had to make sure that the kids didn’t die, but only in the two or three hours they were in my care.

One day a little boy said something that struck me. The setting was the gym, a routine safety assembly. Fire was banal as a threat, routine, done to death. But in 2013, the possibility of a mass shooter was still novel and exciting enough to make the kids antsy. Especially since we were talking about school shootings like they were some forbidden R-rated movie. Barricading doors, running away, hiding, all of those things were covered—but we avoided mentioning the actual threat, the weapon, the gun.

The boy, a fifth grader, raised his hand, blurting out, “WHAT IF IT WAS AN AXE MURDERER?” He accompanied the question with a mimed motion and sound effect that was somewhere between light saber and baseball bat.

We just moved on without reacting—you can’t rise to the bait that way when you’re trying to get children to take something seriously. But the incident stuck with me. How did this child, born into the age of touch screens, have a reference point for “axe murderer”?

It makes sense that he wouldn’t say “what about a SCHOOL SHOOTER?” since that was the source of the very tension that the joke intended to relieve. Instead, he reached into his imagination and came up with a tool. Axes are a big deal in Minecraft, so I have no doubt that he understood that their primary purpose as a tool is to cut down trees. Axe murder, though, seemed a joke too dark for such a tender age. How was the violence of an axe murderer remote enough to be funny and yet familiar enough for a ten-year-old to invoke?

The boy’s antics stuck with me throughout the process of writing and promoting my book The Man from the Train. Like this book, it is a work of nonfiction. The man in question would ride the rails to a community where he had no ties, pick up an axe left outside in a woodpile, break into a house, and kill everyone inside; he especially targeted households with children. The book makes the argument that this pattern repeated dozens of times nationwide over about fifteen years and can be traced back to a man who evaded capture after murdering the family he lived with and worked for on a small farm in Massachusetts. From the beginning of my research process, the idea of the axe murderer as opposed to a murderer who used an axe was central to my understanding of these tragedies.

Newspapers embraced the grabby compound phrase slowly: in 1890, the term was almost never used, but by 1920 it was used frequently. Our fiend in The Man from the Train killed perhaps as many as a hundred people beginning in 1898. He began relatively slowly, slaying one or two families a year, choosing rural communities and leaving geographic distance between his attacks. We believe that he was following work opportunities—especially the chance to use the axe to fell trees as a lumberjack. In 1909, he ramped up the blood-shed and the events became more frequent and more tightly spaced. Though the idea of serial killers wouldn’t be formalized for decades to come, awareness of them was dawning among the crime-obsessed public. After the man killed two Colorado Springs families on a September night in 1911, headlines about the “axe-murder”1 began to take root in newspaper pages, especially in the Midwest.

The coverage of that event died out, but the phrase took hold with the trial of Clementine Barnabet. She was a young black woman in Lafayette, Louisiana, a troubled eighteen-year-old obsessed with cults and true crime who confessed to a series of murders in Louisiana and Texas—horrible crimes she (in my firm opinion) did not commit. Her vivid court statement involving voodoo rituals grabbed headlines across the country; white journalists found it easy to exploit their readers’ racism by placing exaggerated and obvious rumors into print. By the time the man from the train made his infamous trip to Villisca in June 1912, the phrase “axe murder” was a well-established part of the crime-writing lexicon, never to exit it again. It stuck to the Villisca event so firmly that when I first started research in 2012, the Wikipedia page for it was the first Google result for the phrase “axe murder.”

I once believed that the emergence of this wording in newspaper headlines also mirrored a surge in the use of axes themselves as a weapon, but now, having tracked the axe over so long a period throughout human history, I don’t think that’s true. Axes are at their core utterly common, and so they have been as ubiquitous as weapons as they have been as tools. They are everywhere in our story of violence, so much a part of the texture of our conflicts that they become banal, unworthy of note.

What made the phrase “axe murder” so charged in the 1910s was a clash of cutting-edge technology with ancient traditions in toolmaking over the previous sixty years. Industrialization would eventually make the axe fall out of daily use, but for a moment the new machinery made the humble axe omnipresent.

Battleaxes were thoroughly outdated by the Civil War, but in military and domestic settings there were more axes than perhaps at any other point before in history. Steel tool use proliferated after 1856, when a man named Henry Bessemer devised a new method of purifying iron quickly and inexpensively by oxidizing iron with pressurized air to remove carbon and other impurities. This one-step method was discovered in the process of producing cannonballs that could be fired in the manner of a rifle. Bessemer was driven to problem-solve after the British postal service stole his fiancée Ann Allen’s idea to modify the dates on embossed postal stamps, a grudge he held even after his steel foundry made him wealthy. Steel had previously been quite precious and rare, but unlike lab-grown diamonds its new availability and cheapness did not temper demand. Skyscrapers and trains and paper clips alike flowed out of the foundries, along with a flood of hand tools: hammers, shovels, hoes, and others were suddenly much more common and inexpensive. In the 1866 Fyodor Dostoyevsky masterpiece Crime and Punishment, the antihero Raskolnikov murders an elderly pawnbroker and her sister with an axe, grabbed from the kitchen in his apartment building. In the depths of his absurd and monstrous plans, in the chaos of Saint Petersburg and his own head, he settles upon the convenience of the axe: “nothing could have been simpler.”2

As electricity and plumbing and cars and telephones became increasingly accessible, the axe seemed all the duller. Guns supplanted the axe as the convenient weapon of choice. Chainsaws were used for a larger and larger share of forestry applications, though they weren’t yet in use in the home. Axes were becoming an object of slight kitsch. At the 1893 World’s Fair, a small glass version of George Washington’s axe was a popular souvenir. Carrie Nation—a leader in the temperance movement of the early twentieth century who raided and destroyed bars and speakeasies—remained an object of derision long after the repeal of prohibition, her tiny hatchet no equal for the country’s thirst. One brand of tobacco in the form of a plug (a brick of compressed tobacco leaves, to be cut off and chewed or smoked in a pipe) called itself Battleaxe, recalling a now firmly extinct era of violence to flatter male customers who want to think of themselves as rugged—not unlike the logic behind Axe personal care products today. The axe was still around, but becoming antiquated.

By 1922, the phrase “axe murder” appeared in U.S. newspapers hundreds of times each year, always used to describe actual crimes. But, like all grabby phrases, it became tinged with the grime of exploitative newspaper coverage through overuse. As the chainsaw took more and more of the axe’s main occupation, the axe became an anachronism.

The contrast between the axe (boring) and murder (exciting) gave the phrase a darkly comic tinge. By the 1950s, “axe murder” was still a staple of newspaper headlines, yet the phrase and indeed violence with axes itself was becoming a stock joke. In Shirley Jackson’s lighthearted book of domestic essays Life Among the Savages, she writes of a sleepy domestic scene perked up by violence: “I finally found an account of an axe murder on page seventeen, and held my coffee cup up to my face to see if the steam might revive me.”3 In 1955, Charles Schultz killed off unpopular character Charlotte Braun in an illustration that parodied the gentle humor of Peanuts by putting an axe in Charlotte’s head. In the 1964 hagsploitation movie Strait-Jacket, Joan Crawford campily raised the axe for B-movie thrills to theatrical success.

Axe murder had primal connotations, deeply interpersonal and separate from the state violence of execution rituals and battlefields where axes have created the most bloodshed. These associations came in handy in 1976, when North Korea and the United States nearly got into a war about a tree. In the North Korean axe murder incident, Captain Arthur Bonifas and Lieutenant Mark Barrett of the U.S. Army tried to trim a poplar tree that had created a surveillance blind spot. The tree grew on the Bridge of No Return, a tense spot near the Demilitarized Zone where North Korea, South Korea, and the United States observed an uneasy truce, often taunting one another by banging on windows with axe handles. The captain and lieutenant were killed by thirty North Korean soldiers, armed not just with their own axes but with “crowbars, pipes, [and] clubs” taken from South Korean laborers.4 The United States responded with restraint by simply cutting down the tree (with a much more efficient chainsaw), leading to some crucial concessions from the North Korean president and transforming the tripartite relationship. Though the event was not especially well remembered, it illustrates some of the crucial associations of axes and violence in the United States. The term “axe murder” characterized the incident as a close-quarters grudge, not a military exercise with guns and helicopters but something ugly and outside of bounds. And, since this war was almost begun by trimming a tree and ended with chopping down that tree, there’s a sense of something just barely funny about it.

Axe murder—or really, axe murderers—became a permanent punchline after The Shining in 1980. The moment where Jack Torrance hacks through a locked door with a fire axe is darkly funny all on its own, with its invocation of Johnny Carson’s signature catchphrase; the shot itself harkens back to a movie called The Phantom Carriage, made around the first flush of “axe murder” in 1920. When a Mike Myers movie goofily satirizing the eighties erotic thriller needed a punchier title, they went to the Shining parody set piece at the center and called it So I Married an Axe Murderer. Though the comedy wasn’t an initial hit, it’s become an enduring cult classic, permanently sealing the idea of axe murder as comic. Infinite references, parodies, homages of the axe breaking through the wood in The Simpsons or MythBusters or Super Bowl ads for Mountain Dew Zero Sugar have built a long legacy for the fire axe wielded by Jack Nicholson. But the phrase mostly disappeared from newspapers describing actual crimes. It is now too unserious.

The axe in silhouette still has genuine menace when the tone is dark, and power—an axe, usually with a hyperbolically huge blade, is often a formidable weapon in violence-oriented video games. But an axe murder is also appropriate for a throw-away line in a lighthearted family comedy like Bob’s Burgers, the second of three in a list: “roller coasters, or axe murderers, or Dad’s morning breath.”5 An escalation from roller coasters on the way to the real punchline. The idea of an axe murderer is not so much a shock as a joke so easy a ten-year-old could make it.

Axes are far from humanity’s only deadly, omnipresent instrument. Hammers and swords and knives are objects of fetishistic fear, each in many ways more iconic than the axe. Knives and hammers are an even more essential tool for the little jobs of daily life, closer at hand than an axe in most modern households. And while axe throwing has had a recent upswing in popularity, fencing is an Olympic sport. Axes can be expensive toys and objects of honor and prestige, but a hatchet will never have the pedigree, the classiness, the pretensions of the épée.

Yet it is that earthbound flintiness that makes the axe so iconic. There is no tool older. The axe is the sword, it is the hammer, the planer, the scythe, khopesh, knife.

As every task somehow involves your smartphone today, so everything required a hand axe when humanity began. Early people spent their lives refining their craftsmanship to make these biface tools beginning about two and a half or three million years ago, learning the qualities of different kinds of stones and perfecting the flaking and percussive techniques to make these elaborately faceted gems into teardrop shape. And then half a million years ago, the tools got a hell of a lot better. Handles were a miracle of engineering, allowing the one-piece blade to do “cutting, scraping, chopping, and piercing.”6 This was a transformation in hunting and in interpersonal violence.

The axe gained literal power with the handle, its force physically enhanced by the new leverage, and became all the more valuable as a tool, as a weapon, as a symbol of wealth. Specialized axes spread into professions beyond woodcutting, such as coopering (barrel making), shipbuilding, and roofing, and revealed their usefulness for enforcing community disputes.

The axe’s power only grew with the introduction of metals. Otzi—the naturally mummified man who lived 5,300 years ago in the Alps of Northern Italy and was discovered in 1991—held an axe. The head of the tool was fitted into the handle and lashed rather than the other way around— typical for stone axes. But this blade was copper, a sign of the man’s high social status, and his weapons were flecked with the blood of others.

By the time we start to have recorded history, the axe is already loaded with the language of power. The Dresden Codex—a Mayan book that is one of the oldest in the Americas—had a specific ideographic symbol, ch’ak, defined as the “axe/comb glyph,”7 which possibly refers both to events of war and decapitation as well as the movement of the planets. This association is reflected in the warrior god of lightning Chahk’s great jade axe—an association between the axe and the great whacks from the sky that persist across many systems of belief from around the world: Pangu’s axe that cleaved the world in Chinese mythology, or Hephaestus hitting Zeus’s head with an axe to birth Athena.

State violence invested the axe not just with power but with authority. In war, execution, and other official and sanctioned shows of power and force—the axe was always present in the chaos of battle and the awful order of ritual violence. Battleaxes were thinner than woodcutting axes, but both were present on campaigns, key to battles on land and sea. Axes were a distinctive part of many legendary military forces, even into the twentieth century in some cases— in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, the Songye people made elegant hatchets for ceremonial decapitation rituals that have spokes where the cheek of the blade would usually be, etched with human faces.

The posture a person must assume to be beheaded is submissive. To lay your neck on the block means that you have not just been defeated but that you have stopped fighting. This is the theater of death: it is not so much about making the condemned feel their defeat, but about communicating the totality of their defeat to the people watching, who might wish to succeed where the condemned failed. This is the reason the axe was such an important part of the fasces, a symbol from Rome that has resonated with genocidal imperial empires from the United States to Germany, and the namesake of fascism. The axe tells anyone who hopes to resist that they will be not only killed but also ideologically defeated.

But even as the axe can be put toward the abuse of power, so it can be put toward resistance. The commonness of the axe and its inseparability from the rank and file of labor processes lend it unexpected power in rebellion and revolution. The artist Kerry James Marshall has returned again and again to the subject of Nat Turner, who led a slave insurrection armed with axes in southern Virginia in 1831; the axe appears in two of these paintings, for woodcutting and for beheading Turner’s enslaver.*

In the establishment and westward expansion of the United States, the axe became pivotal. Early on, it was heavily taxed as an import, making it a scarce and valuable tool in trade. Demand only grew. This was once a heavily forested country full of unimaginably huge trees, and there were homes and farms and railroads to build. Even nonrural families like the Bordens found themselves with five different axes in their cellar. As the Bessemer method led to the explosion of steel tools in general, there were suddenly many more patterns of axes to fit different needs: roofing, woodcutting, firefighting. The Pulaski, an axe with a hoe on the back of the pole invented in 1911, endures especially as an essential firefighting tool.

But by 1965 the axe was no longer the default choice for so many of the tasks it once handled. Chainsaws took its truest purpose, woodcutting. Electric heat reduced the need for firewood cut in the home. Grocery stores made it easier and easier to buy meat that was already butchered. Cars meant there were no more carriages to repair or horses to shoe. Today, you only have five axes in the basement if you really like axes.

It’s not that the axe is no longer useful. Someone who is sleeping rough in the woods has great need for a hatchet to clear a place to sleep. A housed person with a fireplace or a backyard full of scrubby trees could use an axe toward those purposes; there are less work-intensive options, but the challenge and the connection to the old ways are the point. Like the cowboy or the gangster, the woodsman has turned from a laborer into a mythical beast of masculinities past, a Paul Bunyan fantasy you can buy at the hardware store. And that’s not silly; it fulfills something deep within us. But the axe doesn’t carry the connotation of practicality that it once did—it’s usually not the most efficient way to solve whatever problem is in front of you.

Especially violence. Guns are easy to use, there are a lot of them, and they’re much likelier to be used to fatal effect than the axe. And yet the axe is still a common object that gets picked up in unpremeditated violence, whether in the great outdoors or the garage. Though gun purchase laws are nowhere near tough enough, it’s still much easier to buy an axe than a gun.

In this book I’ve tried more than anything to look directly at the axe, both as it gets lost in a sea of other tools and technology and as it becomes a fetish or an afterthought in violent stories throughout time. I’ve reviewed true crime staples, toured three Frank Lloyd Wright buildings, hiked a Pennsylvania glen, and dug into the backstory of a throw-away sentence in Herodotus. The kind librarians at the University of Kansas sent scores of books about everything from handles to sex crimes to Vikings, right to my office at my day job (and let me renew them for years). Lost one summer on a college campus in Memphis, Tennessee, I found a huge mural of Ramses II smiting his people with a circular axe. And I’ve learned to see human-sacrifice rituals everywhere. Each story in this book is prefaced with a brief explanation of one specific kind of axe, and how each new blade reflects the axe’s evolution as a piece of technology, weapon, and cultural symbol. There are hundreds and sometimes thousands of years between many of these murders. The events in these books take place at such disparate moments in history, but they have commonalities beyond the tool central to each: revenge, guilt, entitlement, exploitation, shame, spite, war, greed, madness.

And occasionally, freedom, resistance, redemption. Community, even.

Once I began to study the blade, I found that the object of my attention unlocked a new level in the world around me. When I watched television, any appearance of an axe was cause to exclaim—doubly so if it was an actual reference to axe murder. When I saw an axe-throwing place in a little middle-of-nowhere town, obviously it was a sign. When I went to art museums, I made a scavenger hunt of finding all the axes I could, in the weaponry room or in the background of bucolic landscapes. My friends started sending me axe stuff, and I’ve started collecting axes and related tchotchkes, the way my mom collects little elephant statues. It feels as if every axe is a reference to me. The reason it felt like a secret new language, the reason I felt like no one cared about it but me, is because most people take it so much for granted. We take for granted that which is everywhere, inextricable from the landscape of the forest, of the utility shed, of violence.

Like anyone who declares a number one hit to be their song, the axe is not actually my thing. It’s a popular hobby, and a lot of people know a lot more about how to use it than me. Collecting, using, and maintaining axes can be an expensive hobby, and a lot of the people who are very into it are into it for better reasons than me. I love the axe as a symbol, but they understand it on a deeper level, not just as an intellectual pursuit but as a physical and practical application. Even after several years working on this project, there are a ton of details that I can’t retain but that seem to be second nature to the redditors on r/axecraft. I care about the difference between a tomahawk and a Hudson Bay hatchet, but the difference between a Baltimore Kentucky and a Delaware Jersey pattern axe-head is not so important to me. Axes are a fun hobby because there are thousands of minute yet important variations, but also because they’re just fun. Fun for collecting, fun for exercise, fun for sport. Axe throwing seems dangerous, but not to the point where you won’t have a beer and joke around while you’re doing it. A sharper thrill than bowling.

No one has died in an axe-throwing accident yet, though it seems inevitable. One time in a hotel room I came across an axe-throwing competition on cable in which all the advertisers were insurers, holding their breath. The axe’s simplicity is armor against the worst-case scenarios. No trigger, no bullet, no rotating set of teeth, just One Moving Part, as the U.S. Forest Service titles its loving and detailed manual of the axe.

And yet the axe is so sharp and it needs such maintenance that it becomes a tool of accidents, missing toes, lost fingers. That’s the scenario in a verse in Deuteronomy that has fascinated me since I found it near the beginning of this project. Verse 19:5 reads:

For instance, a man goes with his neighbor into a grove to cut wood; as his hand swings the ax to cut down a tree, the ax head flies off the handle and strikes the other so that he dies. That man shall flee to one of these cities and live.8

The guidance is surprisingly nuanced for a stark chapter in the Torah that ends: “[Show no] pity: life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot.”9 It is pre-supposed with a clarification that the “manslayer” was not already an enemy, a complication for a hypothetical explanation of newly set laws. Sort of a fifth century BCE version of a question on the bar exam. Here the axe is a tool of the workingman, not the murderous fiend, and yet still a slayer.

Blood feuds were one of the main ways to deal with the fallout from a violent death in the culture that produced the Torah. Cities of refuge were a way to levy a cost for the grief of an accidental but terrible and unjust death. The man whose hands held the tool that killed another still must answer for the death they didn’t mean to cause. Not with their own life, but with the life they’ve built in their community. That life, the one that included their poor neighbor, is over— but they can rebuild.

The axe is a tool of construction and progress, an instrument of growth easily turned into a method of death. In seeking to understand the tool, I seek to understand why it was picked up by the killers who drew blood by its blade and poll, who struck fear just by hoisting it aloft. I do not have refuge to offer the axe murderers or the survivors or the victims, just a connection between these deaths and our lives. Hold the axe for a moment, press a cheek to the cold cheek of the steel head, find a grip on the handle. Press my thumb to the sharp blade and feel the cutting edge do its work.

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* Marshall also painted a version of Julian Carlton, the axe murderer of our tenth chapter. Curiously, The Actor Hezekiah Washington as Julian Carlton Taliesen Murderer of Frank Lloyd Wright Family depicts a man with no visible hatchet. Perhaps this relates to Carlton’s silence in the days between the murders and his death, while Turner’s confession reverberated loudly.

Stone Hand Axe

430,000 BCE, Northern Spain