No one should buy or pick this book up. It’s an attempt to profit from the infamy of being BTK’s daughter and make a bit of money on the side by playing the victim card. An infuriating read. An apologist manual. Also a self-pitying exercise. Apart from great denial and support for BTK which oozes from every pore of this woman and her mother and in fact her entire family. Yes, Kerrie Lynn Rawson did not endear herself to me, neither did her extended family. Her first letter to her incarcerated ‘dad’ whom she hasn’t spoken to or met since the holy-crap revelation and arrest, starts rather mundanely with the usual ‘family stuff’ of where everyone is at and doing what, assures him that everyone is doing okay, convinces him that she was not the one to turn him in or betray him, as a message of solidarity, and how sorry she and everyone is that he has been living in such pain (aka his crimes) for so long (!) and that she hopes he is treated fairly, with compassion and she is sorry ‘dad’ is alone in fighting this trial and wants him to know that she hasn’t abandoned him, but will visit or call when she’s ‘ready’. Normal stuff. Yes, that’s the letter a serial killer’s daughter would write.
This puke-inducing candy floss exchange occurs on pages 181-182 and the pattern follows till the end with a rose-colored letter-writing competition between ‘dad’ and daughter. Hallmark Greetings. Even at the end of the book when the daughter tries to feign anger at the father in one of the letters, it is done as if the ‘dad’ had merely gone off his rocker, had an allergic reaction to his circumstances, some childhood abuse no one can find, and snapped, been essentially a mere ‘bad boy’.
My anger is not directed at the book because the family must have known or had an inkling of the predilections of the man they loved (because seriously, who can imagine living with the most-wanted murderer who stalks, tortures and strangles women over lunch breaks or Boy Scout camp retreats?), rather it’s their actions/ reactions after they find out that really are very telling. BTK was not the only one wearing a mask in that family. Buying and reading this book means you are acknowledging that this family deserves sympathy (and extra money). They don’t.
One of my many problems with this narrative is that the daughter and her entire family whom she is obviously close to, did not even once ask the ‘dad’ ARE YOU REALLY BTK, did not even once question this ‘dad’ WHY, and the ‘dad’ never once tried to explain anything to them either, and none of them felt sorry or said sorry to the actual victims’ families. What kind of looney bin is this? Instead the daughter is angry at how the FBI revealed her ‘dad’s other life’ to her, how FBI ‘tricked her into giving a DNA sample’ (!) She wants therapy to talk over her childhood issues as if she had an ominous inkling over the threat that lived under her roof but which she couldn’t decipher (seems the ‘dad’ is not the only one suffering from delusions of grandeur). And she conveniently skims over the entirety of any conversation the family must have had after his arrest with each other and him, his past, present, his sex life, the killings, method, the awfulness of it all, what the cops and his psychologists spoke to them about different events and cases, what his son and wife must have asked him, if not the daughter, or did everyone’s brains went to pasture simultaneously in a land far far away? Instead, a pastor is brought in to cushion the blow for the family and to make life easier for BTK, so that everyone can cruise their way around the elephant in the room. No one asks ‘dad’ Who are you? How could you do this? How could you do this to us? Who are we and what were the murdered women to you? Did you ever think of killing us? Did he ever beat mom in bed or lose temper with men? His friends? His brothers? No. No one goes through any Q&A. Instead, the daughter has the gall to declare her family as his eighth victim (!) Can someone please tell her she is not an actual victim? I don’t for a second believe that the family did not know BTK would have to talk about his crimes in court after pleading guilty - they knew, that’s why his family wasn’t in court, and all the victims’ families were. If they cared about the murdered, they would have shown up. If BTK’s family really thought they themselves were victims, they would have shown up. Instead, they all hid in shame so that media could not capture their faces while continuing to write kind poetic letters to ‘dad’! Further on, the daughter is angry that prosecution did not ‘ask her family’s permission’ or ‘prepare the family’ before giving the entirety of the sadistic evidence against her father in court at the time of his sentencing - even though none of them was present, so technically she should not even care! I think it incredibly selfish, narcissistic and demeaning of the daughter to say or expect that. She didn’t attend the two-day hearing, but took time to read about it on the net later on, and feels justified in feeling betrayed by prosecution! This in spite of the fact that she already knew what BTK was, and did, and knew her father was BTK and not a grocery store thief.
This book is selective memory and eulogy, as if her suffering is greater than, if not equal to, that of the dead and their families. A little bit of empathy is all it takes, even if it is for public consumption and a book tour, but no. What the daughter does show in this 336 page opus, is the need for self-centered appraisal and gloating attention to her mental problems without reflection or retribution - almost like her father. What she shows is that this family is as big a coward as the guy who betrayed them.
And you know what the clinker is: once a strange, anonymous FBI guy is on her doorstep to tell her that her ‘dad’ is BTK, she never once says, ‘no, you are wrong, you’ve got the wrong guy, my dad isn’t the sort, he’s a nice guy, he wouldn’t hurt a fly.’ She does it only when her husband gets home and she has had time to think that yeah, this actually is true and is in disbelief over the enormity of what that means - for her. She doesn’t call her mom. And starts asking when all the victims were killed and tries to correspond the family activity with it - and brings her broken arm into it - an incident she comes back to repeatedly in this book (Fact: Broken Arm is mentioned 4 times: pgs. 25, 129, 143, 211. Her Night Terrors since childhood are mentioned 11 times: pgs. 25, 109, 120, 155, 195, 196, 268, 273, 281, 282, 293, 317; The murdered are mentioned as ‘victims’ 11 times; One of them, Mrs. Hedge, is mentioned 22 times; One creepy chapter - 37 - notes where the family was when each killing occurred - sounds sensationalistic, but doesn’t highlight anything of significance, you can get more in forensics or true crime series) - when the only two things that were really important were asked by the FBI: your father collects and stores stuff at home, doesn’t he? and may I have your DNA sample? Again, she never once asks him why FBI needs it, or why he is asking about the storage unit.
I was surprised just like everyone else when BTK turned out to be a church leader, Boy Scout, military-background, home-security-alarms professional, long-married father of two, a collector of stamps and quarters and aficionado of astronomy, birds and hiking. He was the epitome of a seemingly well-adjusted normal family man. Not a loner with sexual problems; blue collared with a dysfunctional family full of mental illness; man with mommy issues living in a decaying house. Nothing. But all the questions that come in the minds of normal functioning people, especially after the grenade disclosures, and the self-analysis that goes with it, never came in the minds of his family. Instead, they wrote this book lamenting the unfairness of their new life. And talk about a broken arm and night terrors.
The ‘dad’ confesses to police without ever first talking to any member of his family (I don’t know what he did with his one phone call) - and that tells you a lot about this guy’s relationship with his family. And when the daughter is told this, she never once asks FBI that she’d like to talk to her dad or could someone from the family be allowed to talk to him. More evidence of creepy? Read the correspondence between ‘dad’ and daughter. It makes you think the ‘dad’ is Nicholas Cage from Con Air, serving out a wrongful manslaughter conviction and the seven-year old daughter is writing about bullies at school and concerned for her daddy far away from home. From pages 181-336, narcissism, entitlement and immaturity run free - both ways. It’s all in extremely bad taste. Mom is talking to ‘dad’ about pleasantries. The serial killer’s family wants him dressed ‘appropriately’ for his trial, no orange jumpsuit, so Uncle Bob, BTK’s brother, selects a suit. The daughter does not want ‘dad’ to get any bad news about Grandma or mom’s foot injury. She wants him to be careful who he writes to in fan mail lest it sends the wrong message out there or “hurts your case in court”. She wants ‘dad’ to stay strong and healthy (because gee, if a serial killer doesn’t have his health, what does he have?!) After his conviction, she and her husband watch the TV movie ‘The Hunt for the BTK Killer’ and she doesn’t like who plays her father. She quotes a Holocaust survivor to refer to her feelings about her ‘dad’. She is not angry that her father killed people mercilessly, or at all, she’s just miffed he called her a ‘social contact’ in front of the judge and by extension, the world. She thinks he’ll go to heaven because he asked God’s forgiveness (and not the victims’). I sat and read in disbelief.
Plus, considering how the daughter is enraged at and condescending of the media presence and coverage, she is callously exploiting the need to know/ decipher BTK aka her ‘dad,’ through this book. I hope the advance was worth it. That BTK is a rage-oholic control-freak, obsessed with his own mythology and celebrity-status, is a given, but his daughter and family come across as similar too. She talks of privacy and sheltering the family, and the threat of ‘family pictures’ making it to news or ebay, but they are all on display for a buck right here! She wouldn't mind Oprah calling now, would she? I guess, 'dad' is not the only actor in the family. What’s more? ‘Dad’ has given permission to the daughter for the reproduction of his nine letters given in the book - which means the daughter has told him about her book-publishing intentions - which means he has more than heaven to look forward to.
My guess is this book is written in part to please ‘dad’ and make a bit on the side. An attempt to mock the pain of the actual victims’ families and mock the curiosity of every ‘stranger’ who has wondered about BTK and his family. Instead of coming across as ‘we are not our father, brother, husband, son’ it comes across as ‘who do you think you are to point a finger at us’ kind of an effort. It’s an attempt to give voice to and humanize the serial killer and his thoughts: what his daughter has chosen to share with public is deeply insensitive. He writes on his arraignment: “let’s get the dog and pony show on the road”; On relations with his fellow inmates: “I’ve gotten respect of the Pod / Dirty Dozen”, “the guards like me”; On his trial: “I’m so tired of Boot Camp 101, ready for closure, what a mess for us”; On life in prison: “Bible and Christians are my new friends”; On family occasions: “need to design a birthday and wedding anniversary card”, “your mother has not sent a thank you even though I sent a birthday card”; On the house being sold, both ignoring how he also killed while living there and hid trophies: “sad about the house, all those loving years there”, “defense did not tell me about the lien on the house, I trust no one in the legal system anymore”; His plea for a better treatment: “I will need monetary funds for books, magazines, hobby supplies, mailing items…..bottom line, either the family support me or I will have to create another support system”, “my art is improving and everyone want some poem from me”; His fears for children: “I would wish no harm to you but some crazy individual might try something”; His future plans: “In the event of my death, I wish to be cremated and ashes spread in Flint Hills….it’s nice to know where you will be at and in God’s hands,” “someday we will meet again on the other side of the River.”
This book adds to the kind of notoriety BTK loved and the boogeyman he wanted to come across as. Don’t feed this monster like his family has. Don’t feed the egos of his family either. The daughter of a serial killer should not profit from his story or her relation to him. Don’t buy or read this book.