Ted Kaczynski aka the unabomber
In short, he’s full of gratuitous advice on how to run the world. He’s named one of society’s most obnoxious inmates. Mainly due to the “advice” he intends to give to the world on how to professional blow things up.
His biggest worry? People will call him crazy. Theoretically, he is not diagnosed with any disorder that has been classified to the public, so he can not be legally deemed unstable.
He was born Theodore John Kaczynski in Chicago, on the 22nd of May 1942. He has one younger brother, David. His mother Wanda was widowed in 1990 when her husband Richard learned he had terminal cancer and took his own life. Wanda and David were left to wonder how this son and brother evolved from brilliant academic to America’s most wanted terrorist.
His mother had to face the cruel reality that her firstborn bombed, killed and maimed innocent people for nearly eighteen years — in a mindless crusade against progress.
It was May 25th 1978.
A carefully wrapped parcel lay on the ground of the engineering department parking lot at the University of Chicago. It bore red, white and blue stamps commemorating playwright Eugene O’Neill. It was addressed to engineering Professor E.J. Smith, Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute in Troy, New York.
It appeared to be an undelivered parcel returned to its sender — Professor Buckley Crist of Northwestern University in nearby Evanston Illinois. Without questioning how it had arrived at a different institution, the finder contacted Professor Crist.
Professor Crist claimed to have no knowledge of the parcel, but had it couriered to him anyway. But when he saw it the following day, he noticed it hadn’t been addressed in his own handwriting. This made him suspicious enough to call in campus cop Terry Marker.
Ironically, there was some joking — “Maybe it’s a bomb!” But the joke soon soured when Marker opened the parcel. It exploded in his hand and he became the first person to be scarred by the Unabomber’s handiwork.
Fortunately, the injury was slight, mainly because the bomb was an amateurish piece of construction. Had it detonated with the full force its maker obviously intended, Terry Marker and those around him could well have sustained serious — if not fatal — injuries. As it was, the security officer’s left hand was sufficiently damaged to send him to Evanston hospital.
On May 9th, 1979, John G. Harris — a civil engineering graduate student — decided to examine a cigar-shaped box — reportedly to keep personal belongings in. The box, made of wood-veneered cardboard, had been lying around room 2424 at Northwestern University for a few days. It bore a “Phillies” cigar logo, and was fastened with tape.
When he opened the box, it exploded with a force much greater than the first one had. Nonetheless, it created more noise and mess than damage. Although it sent fragments of wooden debris and match heads flying, Harris fortunately got away with just minor cuts and burns.
There, in a parcel, a household barometer had been rigged to function as an altimeter. When the plane reached 35,500 feet, the device completed an electrical circuit that ignited a mass of gunpowder. The makeshift bomb began to smolder in the hold. Passengers gasped for breath as smoke poured into the main cabin. Oxygen masks dropped as the crew prepared for an emergency landing at Dulles International Airport, Virginia.
Passengers and crew evacuated via the escape slide, and twelve were rushed to hospital where they were treated for smoke inhalation. When the source of the explosion was examined, it was a homemade bomb —again in a wooden box — that had been air mailed from Chicago. Clearly, the bomber could not know which flight would carry his parcel, so authorities concluded it was not a specific attack on American Airlines.
Ted was eventually caught on scraps of evidence that were left behind on the bombs at each crime scene; left with traces of his dna. Ted entered a plea of guilty to the court, and by doing so got a plea bargain and escaped earlier stated death sentence. Funny how that works out huh?
source credited to true crime by martin frido