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After his August 1992 arrest in Detroit's Woodward / Cass Corridor, and in the lead-up to his trial that began in January 1994, Benjamin Thomas Atkins, aka Tony, was held in the Wayne County Jail. Besides talks with his attorney, Jeffrey Edison, as they worked on his defense, Atkins was communicating with others. One of those others was the girlfriend of his brother. 

Ben had been with his brother -- just one year older -- all of his life. They shared almost all of the same childhood experiences. They were at the same foster homes together, at the same inner-city home for boys together. They were together throughout Ben's childhood, right up until he began to wander the lonely Woodward Avenue in Detroit and Highland Park as an adult, when he went through periods of homelessness. Sometimes he slept at his brother's place for a stretch, but often he crashed at any of the many abandoned buildings dotting the landscape of this desolate urban area. Buildings like the Monterey Motel, where he left three of the women he killed.

So while Ben was always close to his brother, he also became close to his brother's girlfriend. Sometimes she was referred to as his brother's wife -- it's unclear if they were married, but they were together for quite a while (she has since passed on, in more recent years). Ben considered her his sister, and he referred to her that way. The closeness he felt for her is evident when you read the letters below, which he wrote to her during that year and a half he was at the Wayne County Jail.

(The name of Ben's brother's girlfriend is blurred out of these photos by me.)

"Not the Moma." Those of us who were around in the late 1980s / early 1990s -- what does that remind us of? A television show that was popular at the time, perhaps?
The letter above is the one I call the "Redrum" letter. In it Atkins very interestingly furthered an idea he had been presenting to the various psychologists who were evaluating him in his lead-up to trial. As the months progressed, Atkins began to talk about voices he said he was hearing in his head, distinct people who were living in his head, really. He had been asked about this in his initial interviews with police upon his arrest in August 1992, and he denied hearing any voices. But then, as the four different psychologists / psychiatrists talked with him leading up to his trial, the story began to evolve. First there was one voice, named Tony -- the most malignant and heinous one. Then there were two other voices, females named Mary and Mayolla.
It's the Tony voice, or personality, who is reflected in the above letter, the one that Atkins claimed berated him and egged him on to kill the women. In the letter, Tony steps in and writes to Ben's brother's girlfriend in the two blocks of thick black ink -- and this is in backward text. Is this real? Note the detail below, where you can see the backward text written carefully in pencil first, then traced over in the thick black ink. Would a demonic alternate voice or personality need to do that? What do you think? Weigh in on the comments for this post.


In the above letter (with back side below), Atkins elaborates on the torture he said "Tony" was putting him through. Atkins did actually try to hang himself in the jail but was found in time for it to not be fatal. Below, "Tony" steps in and addresses Ben's brother's girlfriend himself, but not with backward text this time. These letters are not dated, so it's not clear which letter was written first. Interestingly, in the paragraph below, "Tony" references one of the other voices / personalities, Mary.


Atkins did apparently like to draw, as show in the envelope for one of the letters.
So are you convinced? Was "Tony" real? I would love your thoughts in the comments section.

In my research for the book, I would crawl into bed with the files at night, giving them an initial read-through before photographing them for my records and further study the next day. When I came upon these yellow-ruled sheets of paper from a legal pad, knowing this killer had once held them in his own hands, it was quite a surreal experience.

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For a deep-dive of the Atkins case, see "The Crack City Strangler: The Homicides of Serial Killer Benjamin Atkins."

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“I remember my mother saying that she used to look for me in the morgue, when the killings happened. But I never told her that I actually survived Atkins.”

Those are the words of a woman named Margie, who had a terrible encounter with Benjamin ("Tony") Atkins a year before any of his other known attacks. Can you believe that? The irony in those words? A mom worried about her daughter, knowing she's out there on the streets, and has been out there for a couple years at that point, where other females are being killed by a strangler?

Margie as a teen,
about the time
she encountered
Atkins.
Margie was very young when she got hooked on drugs and started working prostitution along Woodward Ave in Detroit. She had seen Atkins around, saw him scoring drugs up by Seven Mile Road. And she was only 15 when he asked if she wanted to smoke some with her. What was a casual street thing turned violent -- he hit her and told her he was going to kill her. He turned into another person when he smoked the crack, Margie said. Like the devil himself. It was only her gift of gab -- and the offer to give him the money she had on her -- that saved her life.

And for years and years, she told no one the story. Because that's the way it is with women at risk on the streets. Is anybody going to believe you? Or care? Most females figure, no. Law enforcement doesn't care -- they only talk to you when they need some street intel.

Margie's story is one with some other crazy ironies. Atkins was not the only person who tried to kill her on the street, and maybe that's not surprising. These gals are involved in violent attacks quite a bit. But she actually knows someone who was the victim of another serial killer, a more recent one, DeAngelo Martin. He was suspected to have killed a friend of Margie's named Yvonne, when her body was discovered. Is it a small world, or are the streets of the Motor City (or any big city, truthfully) really that bad?

Margie is thinking about writing a book about her experiences. And I hope she will, because it will be a story of encouragement and determination.

Yvonne, assumed victim of convicted serial DeAngelo Martin.
This photo and one above courtesy of Margie, specifically for use for the book below. Any other use prohibited.This post is part of a series on this blog that I am calling #RememberThem, a chance to honor the women who encountered the two Detroit serial killers I have researched, John Eric Armstrong and Benjamin ("Tony") Atkins. In this continuing series, with installments dropping every week or so, we first learn more about the women Armstrong was known to have killed in Detroit, plus two of his survivors, then we turn to the women who encountered Atkins. Click on the "Honoring the Victims" label on the left to see all of the parts in the series. Also see the #RememberThem series on YouTube.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

For a deep-dive of the Atkins case, see "The Crack City Strangler: The Homicides of Serial Killer Benjamin Atkins."

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(And yes, that photo on the book's cover is actually a photo of Atkins; see this blog post on the confusion over his photos.)

Of all the victims in the case of convicted serial killer Benjamin Atkins, CC was the one that police actually didn't know about -- at least not until they had arrested their perp and had gotten him talking. Then he told them that there was a victim they had not found yet. He told them where to find her, and that day police discovered the body of Ocinena, nicknamed CC. 

She was born in October 1969. She lived at Ford Street and Second Avenue in Highland Park, Michigan, west of Woodward, in the same block as her grandmother’s apartment on Manchester Parkway, This was also just a block or so from the address on record of another of Atkins' victims, Joanne, and a few blocks in the other direction from where yet another victim, Valerie, grew up. CC was single, apparently with no kids. She had a sister named Charee. CC's grandmother, Ruby, last saw her in May 1992 at Ruby’s apartment.

CC is one of the women we honor in the #RememberThem series. When Atkins assaulted her on the last day of May, she got a little piece of him in their scuffle -- he had to go to Detroit Receiving Hospital in the early morning hours of June 1 and get stitches. He gave the attending ER doctor some story about how he got the injury. But he hid CC well, in a garage off West Grand in Highland Park that reportedly had a double basement configuration. Nobody went down there. So nobody discovered CC for months. She became another one of Detroit's many missing females until the perp starting talking upon his arrest in August.

A modern shot of Woodward Ave, with downtown Detroit in the distance. CC was the last one lured to her death by Benjamin Atkins along this historic thoroughfare.
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This post is part of a series on this blog that I am calling #RememberThem, a chance to honor the women who encountered the two Detroit serial killers I have researched, John Eric Armstrong and Benjamin ("Tony") Atkins. In this continuing series, with installments dropping every week or so, we first learn more about the women Armstrong was known to have killed in Detroit, plus two of his survivors, then we turn to the women who encountered Atkins. Click on the "Honoring the Victims" label on the left to see all of the parts in the series. Also see the #RememberThem series on YouTube.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Click on the "Honoring the Victims" label on the left to see all parts in this series.

For a deep-dive into the Atkins case, see The Crack City Strangler: The Homicides of Serial Killer Benjamin Atkins.

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(And yes, that photo on the book's cover is actually a photo of Atkins; see this blog post on the confusion over his photos.)

“Woman found dead of drug overdose,” read the small headline on the right rail of a newspaper page when Brenda was found inside an abandoned house on West Grand in Highland Park, Michigan, in April 1992. Her mom took exception to that. And yes, she was correct -- it was not a drug overdose, it was a cold-blooded killer. 

Brenda was born in the early 1950s to Booker and Maggie M. She had an older brother, Fred, and an older sister, Dianne, as well as a younger brother, Frankie. They grew up on Detroit's east side, on Dean Avenue between Outer Drive and Eight Mile Road. Brenda graduated from Central High School. She seemed headed in the right direction, completing training to become a nurses’ aide. But soon after she moved out of the house at age nineteen, things started to go in another direction for Brenda.

Brenda's autopsy was later corrected to reflect her true cause of death. She is one of the women we honor in the #RememberThem series. Look for other posts on this same blog to learn more about each and every one of the women assaulted by Benjamin Atkins, because they were much more than names in a news report.

The police sketch from the scene where Brenda was found on West Grand. She was lying face down with a mattress and box spring on top of her. 
This post is part of a series on this blog that I am calling #RememberThem, a chance to honor the women who encountered the two Detroit serial killers I have researched, John Eric Armstrong and Benjamin ("Tony") Atkins. In this continuing series, with installments dropping every week or so, we first learn more about the women Armstrong was known to have killed in Detroit, plus two of his survivors, then we turn to the women who encountered Atkins. Click on the "Honoring the Victims" label on the left to see all of the parts in the series. Also see the #RememberThem series on YouTube.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Above photo is a copyrighted image of a case file and specifically for use in The Crack City Strangler: The Homicides of Serial Killer Benjamin Atkins; any other use prohibited without permission.

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Murders in the Motor City Series

(And yes, that photo on the book's cover is actually a photo of Atkins; see this blog post on the confusion over his photos.)

Summer is so beautiful, and we're still in the thick of it, so who wants to think about fall? Well, that's when libraries plan a lot of their events, once their patrons have had their fill of the warm weather and vacation and all that, and once school gets back in session. There are four wonderful events on the horizon for me and an assortment of other great local authors. I will be attending these events with my collaborator, Dr. Gerald Cliff, and we'll be bringing both books in the #MurdersInTheMotorCity series, "The 'Baby Doll'' Serial Killer: The John Eric Armstrong Homicides" and "The Crack City Strangler: The Homicides of Serial Killer Benjamin Atkins."

Wednesday, September 24, 20256 p.m.Timothy C. Hauenstein Reynolds Township LibraryHoward City, MichiganLearn more >>>.............................................

Michigan History Author SymposiumSaturday, September 27, 20251-4 p.m.Battle Creek Regional History Museum307 W Jackson StBattle Creek, MichiganLearn more >>>.............................................

Sunday, November 2, 2025Starting at noonEllis Library & Reference Center3700 S. Custer Rd.Monroe, MichiganLearn more >>>
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Saturday, November 15, 202511:30 a.m. - 1:30 p.m.Community Room - Brandon Township Public Library304 South StreetOrtonville, MichiganLearn more >>>

She was known by different names. Which was her real name? A lot of the time these women living at risk on the streets used different names.

Very little is known about her. We know she was born in August 1951. We know she had a sister named Katie in Muskegon Heights, on the west side of Michigan. We know she had a husband named James, who died before she did. She had an address on Ford Street near Woodward Avenue in Highland Park, a couple blocks north of the Davison Highway. That’s about it, however, because as with several other victims, no one could be reached to speak for her for this book. But still we honor Joanne as part of our Remember Them series.

Joanne was discovered in June 1992 in an empty three-unit commercial building on the west side of Woodward Ave between Cortland and Richton streets, in the storefront area of what was a suite of three rooms in the middle unit. The unit had once been a restaurant and a politician’s headquarters, as well as a church, and that's how her attacker remembered it, as a church. He knew this area; he was part of the landscape and blended right in, wandering from one abandoned building to another. Though Joanne was discovered in June, he killed her months earlier, when there was still snow on the ground.

The sketch by Highland Park Public Safety from the scene where Joanne was discovered.
This post is part of a series on this blog that I am calling #RememberThem, a chance to honor the women who encountered the two Detroit serial killers I have researched, John Eric Armstrong and Benjamin ("Tony") Atkins. In this continuing series, with installments dropping every week or so, we first learn more about the women Armstrong was known to have killed in Detroit, plus two of his survivors, then we turn to the women who encountered Atkins. Click on the "Honoring the Victims" label on the left to see all of the parts in the series. Also see the #RememberThem series on YouTube...........................................

Above photo is a copyrighted image of a case file and specifically for use in The Crack City Strangler: The Homicides of Serial Killer Benjamin Atkins; any other use prohibited without permission.

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Murders in the Motor City Series

(And yes, that photo on the book's cover is actually a photo of Atkins; see this blog post on the confusion over his photos.)

I can already tell you that this will be the most powerful post on this blog, because it comes directly from a family member. I am very thankful to be able to give you this firsthand portrait of Vicki Beasley Brown from her sister, Denise. Vicki had such an impact on her family that Denise's daughter went on to become a medical examiner, from her desire to help solve criminal cases like the one that claimed her aunt.

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A Special Woman

Vicki was a miracle baby. She was born at seven months, weighed three pounds and two ounces and was delivered at home by our Great Great Aunt Mozelle Perry, a midwife from Sylacauga, Talladega, Alabama.

Our parents were Verlyn Randolph “Ran” Robinson and Gloria Anita Lipscomb Anderson. Lynne is the oldest, Vicki the middle child and I am the youngest daughter.

We lived at 9586 Cardoni Street near the Dodge Main auto plant where our Great Grandfather Henry Arthur Savage worked for over 40 years. Our family lived downstairs, our Great Grandpa and Great Grandma Annie lived upstairs, our maternal Grandparents Magnolia and George Webb lived a few blocks away and our widowed paternal Grandmother Rosa lived on the Westside.

At one end of our block was our school, Maybee Elementary, and at the other end was St. George Lithuanian Catholic School at 1313 Westminister, which we attended for a year. We lived on the border of Hamtramck.

Vicki was a mischievous girl with a beautiful smile. She would pick up a worm or a bug and chase me nearly every day, but if I was playing and hurt myself, she was the first one to comfort me.

We played in the front of the house with our neighbors the Black sisters and our “play”cousin Sherrand Burton until the street lights came on signaling dinner time.

Vicki in eighth grade.We made mud pies, played hide and seek and during the day, our Great Grandmother gave us Mason jars to catch butterflies in the flower filled lot behind us. We competed to see who could catch the most butterflies and we always set them free afterwards.

Our community was vibrant and successful. Everyone looked out for one another. The only time we bought anything outside our community was on Saturdays when we went to the Eastern Market and when we went downtown to Hudson’s Department Store twice a year for school shoes.

Our Dad died of a heart attack when he was 32 and I was 3. Two years later our widowed 27-year-old Mom met a returning disabled Korean veteran who was a jazz pianist and she remarried. Our stepfather Clarence adopted us and changed our last name to Beasley.

Although there were lots of gigs in Detroit (especially at the famous Blue Bird on Tireman Street) he was drawn to New York. Mom was hired as a backup singer for people like our godmother Della Reese. We stayed behind for about three months until Mom returned to fly us to New York to live.

Our home was on 90th street between Columbus Avenue and Central Park so the park was our playground before Madonna claimed it. We all excelled in school and loved our new home. Our Detroit family sent monthly goodies by Railway Express and money. Vicki always spent all of hers on candy.

There were always musicians and vocalists at our home. Our godfather Billy Mitchell, John Coltrane, Dizzy Gillespie, Barry Harris, Hank, Thad and Elvin Jones, Dinah Washington and others. We were surrounded by music and spoiled!

When it became too difficult financially to keep us, our Great Grandmother and Grandmother came to take us back to Detroit. Although Mom called us every week, we didn’t see her again for four years. During that time Great Grandpa retired and received a gold watch. He died shortly afterwards. Great Grandma didn’t know how to get his pension, so our finances were greatly reduced.

When our parents returned to Detroit, we met our one-year-old brother. The next year, another brother was born. We soon began to feel that we were not important to our stepfather. Vicki and Lynne were both molested by a family member and life became harder. They both left home and moved in with our Great Grandmother and now widowed Grandmother.

Vicki initially was interested in nursing. She was a volunteer candy striper at a local hospital in her junior and senior years at Northwestern High. She was a petite doll and was named one of the seven prettiest girls of her senior class.

Vicki, far right, was voted one of the seven prettiest gals in her senior class. Another, far left, is author and playwright Pearl Cleage. Below, Vicki's senior class photo.

Vicki was an extremely talented artist and participated in a few citywide art shows. She was sought out by a Detroit art school while a senior but it was not a full scholarship so when she graduated, she started working at a Northland restaurant, where she met George “Lucky” Doucet. They had a daughter in 1967. Unfortunately, Lucky introduced Vicki to drugs, but she left him and was able to break that addiction at a rehab facility in California. Lucky was later killed in a robbery.

Vicki met Willie Rankin and they had a son. Willie worked at General Motors. They were together for about seven years. (He died of esophagus cancer two months before Vicki was murdered.)

Vicki later worked at a small manufacturing plant where she met Monroe Stanford. They had two daughters and were together for about three years. During this time, Vicki had a ectopic pregnancy and her fallopian tube ruptured. She almost died and had emergency surgery. The resulting spasms led her to take Carisoprodol (Soma), a prescription muscle relaxant, along with pain medication. She was never a “crack head.”

Vicki and Jerome Brown were married on July 6, 1989, a week before her 41st birthday. He had loved her since they first became friends in 1974. Monroe Stanford and Jerome Brown both died a few years ago.

I spoke with Vicki two days before she was missing. I tried calling her back the next night but the phone line was constantly busy. I found out after she was murdered that she went to buy cigarettes that night and took the phone off the hook so her young daughters wouldn’t wake up and so she wouldn’t disturb her older “play” Grandmother where they were staying temporarily.

My sister was a bright light in a sometimes dark world. She was funny, compassionate, trusting, and talented. She loved family and took care of her children the best she could with a sometimes limited income. She didn’t eat until they did. She kept them well-groomed and clean even if she had to wash their clothes by hand.

We all miss her and will love her forever.

Denise
Vicki, George Pierre Doucet and their daughter Renee at Vicki's parents' home in Detroit.



Vicki and her family in her younger years.
This post is part of a series on this blog that I am calling #RememberThem, a chance to honor the women who encountered the two Detroit serial killers I have researched, John Eric Armstrong and Benjamin ("Tony") Atkins. In this continuing series, with installments dropping every week or so, we first learn more about the women Armstrong was known to have killed in Detroit, plus two of his survivors, then we turn to the women who encountered Atkins. Click on the "Honoring the Victims" label on the left to see all of the parts in the series. Also see the #RememberThem series on YouTube.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Photos courtesy of Vicki's sister Denise and daughter Renee and for use specifically on this blog and in The Crack City Strangler: The Homicides of Serial Killer Benjamin Atkins; any other use prohibited without permission.

She says I'm one of her favorite authors -- well, she's definitely one of my favorite podcasters. Jill of the Murder Shelf Book Club has just dropped our interview on the "Crack City Strangler" book and the Benjamin ("Tony") Atkins case. Who was "Tony," and how did he key into Atkins' crimes? We delve into this serial killer's M.O. -- the pattern he followed on a daily basis that involved drugs, prostitution, and most definitely murder. Was there a split personality going on with him? An alternate personality? Just voices he was hearing? And what about the "mommy issues" that are evident with a lot of serials? Jill and I get into the more psychological aspects of this killer, and she has some interesting insight.

You can listen on Apple, Spotify, Castbox and other popular podcast platforms, and it will be dropping on YouTube, as well.

In the decades since the arrest of serial killer Benjamin Atkins, there has always been one Jane Doe among the 11 women who lost their lives. Then in 2023, a cold-case investigative group based on the West Coast announced that they identified this Jane Doe via forensic genetic genealogy, working with a detective in Michigan, but said the family did not want her name to be released. I verified that for this book with phone calls to local law enforcement. 

And there were a lot of possible IDs for this Jane Doe, at the time, but none of them panned out as far as fingerprints, dental records, etc. So even though the public still does not know the name of this victim, who was one of three women found on the same day at the Monterey Motel in Highland Park, Michigan, in February 1992, her family does have closure, and does know what happened to their loved one. For everyone else, she -- at least for right now -- remains UF 15 for 1992 in Wayne County, Michigan. I like to think of her as Fifteen, kinda like Seven of Nine on "Star Trek: Voyager" or Eleven on "Stranger Things." But not quite.

So we honor her with this installment in the #RememberThem series. 

A screenshot from the Monterey Motel crime scene video of the room where Fifteen was found. Atkins had told police how he placed mattresses in the doorway to the bathroom of Room 18 at the motel so that anyone wandering through the abandoned structure would be dissuaded from entering.



This post is part of a series on this blog that I am calling #RememberThem, a chance to honor the women who encountered the two Detroit serial killers I have researched, John Eric Armstrong and Benjamin ("Tony") Atkins. In this continuing series, with installments dropping every week or so, we first learn more about the women Armstrong was known to have killed in Detroit, plus two of his survivors, then we turn to the women who encountered Atkins. Click on the "Honoring the Victims" label on the left to see all of the parts in the series. Also see the #RememberThem series on YouTube.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Above photos are copyrighted and specifically for use in The Crack City Strangler: The Homicides of Serial Killer Benjamin Atkins; any other use prohibited without permission.

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Murders in the Motor City Series

(And yes, that photo on the book's cover is actually a photo of Atkins; see this blog post on the confusion over his photos.)