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D.C. Sniper Boasts of Post-Shooting Sex ‘High’ With Accomplice in New Doc

secretdiamond

In Love Again
A documentary is coming out tonight about the D.C. Snipers, where Lee Boyd Malvo, the teenaged accomplice narrates it.

Now, I remember he was molded and brain-washed by John Muhammad into going on this killing spree, but don't remember a sexual relationship coming out between them. (I'm calling it abuse/rape because that man was an adult and he indoctrinated a vulnerable teenager as a "father-figure.")

Am I late? Did this come up before? How did I miss it? I mean, it's certainly not far-fetched, nor surprising, that he would convince the teen (Malvo) to have sex with him, when he already convinced him to kill people. But, I don't remember that being confirmed or anyone asserting that.

Did ya'll know this?

I thought I was crazy and even did a search on this forum and there's even a specific post from a poster that says:

"John Allen Muhammad (DC Sniper) "groomed" Lee Malvo and acted as a father figure to him and directed him to kill. There was never said to be any sexual abuse or molestation amongst the two."


Article on the Documentary:
The Daily Beast

Horrific: D.C. Sniper Boasts of Post-Shooting Sex ‘High’ With Accomplice in New Doc​


Nick Schager
Sun, May 9, 2021, 5:02 AM EDT


Vice

Vice

In I, Sniper, Lee Boyd Malvo speaks at length about the 2002 reign of terror he and partner John Allen Muhammad carried out in the Washington, D.C., area, resulting in ten deaths. Yet despite using audio clips from his phone calls as narration, Vice’s eight-part docuseries (premiering May 10) is most notable for putting its prime emphasis on the pair’s innocent victims, and the countless friends, family members and loved ones left to cope with unthinkable tragedy. To its admirable credit, it’s a true-crime affair that seeks to understand its “monsters” while simultaneously recognizing—and highlighting—the fact that such comprehension doesn’t necessitate empathy, especially when the atrocities in question are as inexcusably heinous as these.

Spearheaded by director Ursula Macfarlane, I, Sniper’s calling card is those phone conversations with Malvo from Virginia’s Red Onion State Prison, where he’s currently serving multiple life sentences. In them, the killer recounts, in exacting and chilling detail, both the sniper attacks he perpetrated as a 17-year-old, and the troubled upbringing in Jamaica that led him into the welcoming arms of Muhammad, a Gulf War veteran with a surplus of rage and a desire to unleash it on his homeland. Abandoned by his dad, abused by his mom, and eventually left to fend for himself, Malvo found in Muhammad a father figure who promised to love him as he did his own biological offspring. From the outset, though, theirs was a bond built on exploitation, with Muhammad becoming not only Malvo’s surrogate parent, but also his lover—as well as his mentor, pouring all of his long-simmering hate and resentment into the impressionable, desperate-for-acceptance teen.

Muhammad’s gripes were many—he despised the military, white people, and just about every American institutional structure. However, he reserved his greatest enmity for second ex-wife Mildred, who dared to take back her kids after Muhammad had kidnapped them. The loss of his (abducted) brood seems to have been the proverbial match that lit Muhammad’s homicidal spark, and he soon began molding Malvo into his instrument of destruction. Friends and relatives suspected that something was up with their relationship, but no one foresaw what was to come: the cold-blooded murder of Keenya Cook, the niece of Mildred’s friend in Tacoma, Washington, followed by violent robberies, shootings and slayings in Arizona, Louisiana, Alabama, and Georgia. All of those initial acts were merely a test run for Malvo and Muhammad’s grand scheme in Washington, D.C., the epicenter of American power, and thus Muhammad’s venue of choice to strike fear into the heart of the republic by proving that everyone was vulnerable—even children.

What transpired was a 22-day nightmare in which 13 individuals (white and Black, young and old, well-off and working-class) were shot, 10 of them fatally, in D.C., Maryland, and Virginia. Because Malvo and Muhammad’s intention was to terrorize in increasingly escalating fashion, each victim was chosen at random at gas stations, on street corners, and in parking lots that afforded the killers ideal vantage points and easy escape routes. They committed these crimes in a customized 1990 blue Chevy Caprice, with Malvo lying in the trunk and firing through the rear keyhole. It was a stealthy plot, and the two benefited from the fact that an early eyewitness said they’d seen a white box truck near the scene—thereby sending police, for the better part of the next three weeks, on a wild goose chase for the wrong vehicle. With no other ballistics-related leads, law enforcement was stymied, which proved to Malvo that Muhammad was right: no one could stop them from exacting their revenge.

The question, of course, is revenge against what? I, Sniper connects the dots of Malvo and Muhammad’s troubled pasts and despicable 2002 presents, but no convincing argument is made that Muhammad—the mastermind behind this madness—had suffered losses that weren’t of his own making. Be it his unhinged military tenure, his marital craziness, or his transformation of Malvo into an assassin, Muhammad comes across as a man righteously angry over things that were his own fault. As for Malvo, his cold, clinical recitation of his murderous conduct (and claims of remorse) neuters any sorrow one might feel for his adolescent travails. His present-day compunction is far too little, too late, just as the case he makes for his own victimhood vis-à-vis Muhammad sounds like an accurate and yet insufficient explanation. He knew that gunning down men, women and children was dreadfully wrong, and yet in order to maintain Muhammad’s affection, he actively, and enthusiastically, chose to do it—and even got a thrilling kick from it, as he explains that post-shooting sex with Muhammad was exceptionally exciting and delivered a “high.”

Malvo and Muhammad’s rampage of “retribution and punishment” was unforgivable; as Montgomery County Police Chief Charles A. Moose says, “There’s just no excuse for their behavior. None whatsoever.” To hammer home that point, I, Sniper consistently juxtaposes Malvo’s recollections with prolonged, heartrending interviews with the wives, brothers, aunts and friends of the duo’s victims, as well as some of those who survived their encounters. Those accounts turn out to be vital, providing an up-close-and-personal view of the anguish and trauma that Malvo and Muhammad brought about, and the lingering scars left by this ordeal. They’re the human face of this awful tale, stricken with grief, regret, guilt and fury over senseless crimes that robbed them of loved ones who were simply at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Comprised of news reports, crime scene footage, 911 calls, Malvo-penned illustrations, maps and chats with patrolmen, detectives, reporters and doctors, I, Sniper is comprehensive enough to earn the description “definitive.” Yet more than its insight into the mind of its young subject—and, by extension, Muhammad, who was executed in 2009 by lethal injection—what separates it from much of the true-crime pack is its dogged refusal to forget the real, incalculable horror at the center of its story. Malvo is frequently heard but never seen, while the countenances of his and Muhammad’s victims (and those close to them) remain front-and-center throughout. That directorial decision is critical and commendable, allowing the series to pay fitting tribute to the individuals who deserve to be remembered, while keeping its central villain largely faceless, in the dark and out of sight, where he chose to live and kill with his murderous mentor, and where he’ll now remain for the remainder of his days.
 
I always suspected Muhammad sexually coerced/raped Malvo. What an evil man.

I remember when this was happening my friend’s dad would get off work early just to take us home after school, and on the days when we did have to catch the bus we’d run for our homes as soon as we got off. Scary times. Muhammad’s wife (ex-wife?) actually lived in our neighborhood.
 

secretdiamond

In Love Again
he explains that post-shooting sex with Muhammad was exceptionally exciting and delivered a “high.”

This is the part that sickens me the most.

Reading some of y'alls account of how scary it was during that time and knowing they were probably in the back of a van getting a 'sexual high' off it makes me livid. Also, for him to recount it that way after all these years, so callously. Exceptionally exciting? :mad:
 

TrulyBlessed

Well-Known Member
I remember hearing some speculation of a sexual relationship at the time but never any details.

What a nightmare this was. I was living in Charlottesville, VA for college at the time but my family was in Northern Virginia. I too was ducking, dodging, and walking in zig zags as suggested during that time. I even locked my keys in my car at the gas station once because I was so shook. I was terrified for my family back home especially after the woman was killed at the Home Depot which was local to my home. You just never knew what part of DC, MD or VA they were going to hit up next.
 
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chocolat79

Well-Known Member
I had just accepted a contract position in Baltimore when this was going on. My parents were especially fearful of me going up there. Thankfully, they caught them a week before I got there. Scary times.
 

Queenie

Well-Known Member
I remember hearing some speculation of a sexual relationship at the time but never any details.

What a nightmare this was. I was living in Charlottesville, VA for college at the time but my family was in Northern Virginia. I too was ducking, dodging, and walking in zig zags as suggested during that time. I even locked my keys in my car at the gas station once because I was so shook. I was terrified for my family back home especially after the woman was killed at the Home Depot which was local to my home. You just never knew what part of DC, MD or VA they were going to hit up next.

I too used to live near that Home Depot and was planning on going that evening about the time of the shooting, but ended up running out of time a went home instead. Very scary. :mad:
 

PatDM'T

Well-Known Member
I am so used
to binge-watching
shows these days
that I found myself
getting annoyed
when the second
episode ended and
I had a week to wait
for today's episode.

Thinking about not
watching and waiting
until next Monday to
see these last two
installments back-
to-back. :scratchchin:
 
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