Texas
author Earl Staggs is back this month with his latest “History’s Rich With
Mysteries” guest blog. This time he considers the case of ROSEANN QUINN – The Looking for Mr. Goodbar girl.
HISTORY’S RICH WITH
MYSTERIES
When I
look at the past, I find stories about people which fascinate me, particularly
those in which there is a curious mixture of fact, legend, and mysterious
uncertainty. In this series of articles, I want to explore some of those
stories. I think of them as mysteries swaddled in legend. While truth is always
desired in most things, truth easily becomes staid and boring. Legend, on the
other hand, forever holds a hint of romanticism and an aura of excitement borne
of adventure, imagination and, of course, mystery.
ROSEANN
QUINN – The Looking for Mr. Goodbar girl
by Earl
Staggs
Twenty-eight-year-old Roseann Quinn, a school
teacher of deaf children, met a man in a neighborhood bar on the evening of
January 1, 1973, and after conversation and a few drinks, invited him to her
apartment on New York's West Side. Two days later, when she hadn't shown up for
work, hadn't called, and was not answering her phone, the school sent someone
to check on her. The building's superintendent opened the apartment door where
they found Roseann's body. She'd been beaten and had more than a dozen stab
wounds to her neck and abdomen.
Roseann's death inspired the 1975 novel Looking
for Mr. Goodbar by Judith Rossner which was adapted into a movie starring
Diane Keaton, Richard Gere, Tom Berenger, and Tuesday Weld two years later.
There were other books and movies based on the story as well.
The investigation quickly revealed that Roseann
led a double life. While on the surface, she was a quiet, intelligent, and
reserved girl from a fine Irish Catholic family and a gifted and caring
teacher, she also indulged in casual sex with men she met in bars. Apparently,
she liked it rough, and the men she met seemed on the rough side and lacking in
education.
Neighbors would later say they often heard
Roseann fighting with men in her apartment. One neighbor reported hearing
screams coming from the apartment. The neighbor saw a man running away yelling
obscenities and found Roseann beaten and bruised.
The 1970's was a period of change in America
during which women exhibited more freedom than ever before. The mainstream
population, however, was not ready to accept some of those freedoms. Men had
always been able to openly prowl for casual sex partners (“one night stands”),
but women who did so were looked down upon. As a result, once Roseann's story
became known, she became a tabloid favorite. Many people were quick to dismiss
her as a sex-crazed single woman who willingly put herself in danger. Some
people felt she had “asked for it” and got what she deserved. Her murder was a
punishment for her actions.
There was nothing in her early life to indicate
how she would turn out. She was born in the Bronx in 1944. She had two brothers
and a sister. She was eleven when her family moved to New Jersey. Her father
was an executive with Bell Laboratories in Parsippany. When she was 13, she
spent a year in a hospital recovering from polio, which left her with a slight
limp. She graduated high school in 1962. Her yearbook said she was "Easy
to meet” and “Nice to know."
After high school, she enrolled in Newark State
Teachers College, graduated in 1966, and moved to New York City to begin her
teaching career. A spokesman for the school where she worked said, "The
students loved her." A classmate said she had "a terrific sense of
humor and was down to earth. She had no phony pretenses. Also, she was very
generous. No matter how much she had, if you needed it, she'd share with you.”
Her neighbors liked her too. "We get some
weird people around here," said the owner of the local dry cleaner,
"but this girl was different. She was very nice and quiet and shy. She
wore skirts and blouses, not this hippy stuff."
Acquaintances and neighbors said Roseann would
sit by herself and read books at bars on the West Side. Police Captain John M.
McMahon said, "She was an affable, outgoing, friendly girl. She knew
teachers and artists and her circle of friends was a very large, interracial
group. She knew an awful lot of people." She attended night courses at
Hunter College, and by By December 1972, was halfway to earning a masters
degree in her specialty of teaching deaf children.
The last man she took home was John Wayne Wilson.
They left the bar together and went to her apartment where they smoked
marijuana and attempted to have sex. He would later tell his attorney that when
he was unable to perform, she insulted him and demanded he leave. They argued
and fought and he picked up a knife and stabbed her multiple times. Once she
was dead, he said he was then able to perform and had sex with her dead body.
He shoved a candle inside her, covered her with a bathrobe, showered, wiped his
prints off everything he had touched, and left.
He had been roaming the country since he dropped
out of high school after two years, and had been arrested at least five times
in Florida and Kansas City. On January 11, 1973, police arrested
twenty-three-year old Wilson for the murder of Roseann Quinn.
He was a complex and conflicted man. He had been
married and was the father of two children. At the time he met Roseann Quinn,
however, he was in a homosexual relationship with a man. Although Wilson had been arrested numerous
times, there was nothing in his past to indicate he was a violent and dangerous
man. On May 5, 1973, five months after Roseann's death, he hanged himself with
bed sheets in his jail cell.
There will always be people who feel Roseann
Quinn's death was the result of the lifestyle she led. Given the kind of men
she chose and the things she did with them, it was only a matter of time until
one of them killed her. Others will feel John Wayne Wilson was a sexually
confused and tortured man who was destined to kill someone. When Roseann
berated him for being unable to perform sexually, she pushed him over the edge.
I think it was a combination of the two. Between
the two of them, they had all the elements of a catastrophe needing to
happen. When all the right components of
stormy weather converge at one point, forecasters call the disastrous result a
“perfect storm.” I think Roseann Quinn and John Wayne Wilson were two badly
damaged people who possessed all the components for the perfect murder. If
either one of then had been a different person, they might both be alive today.
Earl Staggs ©2016
Texas
author Earl Staggs earned all Five Star reviews for his novels MEMORY OF A MURDER
and JUSTIFIED ACTION and has twice received a Derringer
Award for Best Short Story of the Year. He served as Managing Editor of Futures
Mystery Magazine, as President of the Short Mystery Fiction Society, and is a frequent speaker at conferences and seminars.
He also invites you to visit his blog site at http://earlwstaggs.wordpress.com to learn more about his novels and stories.
Hi Earl,
ReplyDeleteI remember the case as well as the novel and movie based on it. You've researched this well.
Hi Kevin and Earl, I too remember this case and all of the news coverage. Once again, Earl . . . a good post. Thanks, Joe
ReplyDeleteI remember the news coverage. Good post, Earl.
ReplyDeleteI remember the case, read the book and saw the film. As always, you provide a good perspective on the event. Good stuff.
ReplyDeleteI remember the news story well, and the movie, but it still gives me chills to think of these two people (and others like them) drifting through life waiting for the spark to set off the storm. Good post.
ReplyDeleteAnother story behind the story. Excellent! Thanks for the background on this sensational murder.
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ReplyDeleteThanks for coming by, Jacqueline. It's amazing how a little extra digging reveals more about a story.
ReplyDeleteHi, Joe. Glad you liked it. The things some people do fascinate the hell out of me.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Larry. I appreciate your comments.
ReplyDeleteJohn, I'm finding no matter how many times we visit a case, there's always more out there to discover.
ReplyDeleteSusan, it's definitely chilling to think that people we may pass on any given day can do the most incredible acts. All it takes is the right spark.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kaye. I always appreciate your thoughts on these things.