Even the Wicked

"THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE"

Berry was out of town when the letter landed on Marty McGraw's desk. He was in Omaha, leading a massive protest against an abortion clinic. "I am doing God's work," he told the TV cameras. "It's His will that I continue, and I'll stack that up against the so-called will of the people any day." He told another interviewer that whatever business Will had with him would have to wait until he returned to New York, and he expected to be in Omaha for some time to come.

God's will. In AA, we're advised to pray only for knowledge of His will, and the power to carry it out.

My sponsor, Jim Faber, has said that it's the easiest thing in the world to know God's will. You just wait and see what happens, and that's it.

It may indeed have been God's work that Roswell Berry was doing, but it evidently wasn't God's will that he continue. He stayed in Omaha, just as he said he would, but when he returned to New York it was in a box.

The maid found him in his room at the Omaha Hilton. His killer, not without a sense of humor, had left him with a coat hanger wrapped around his neck.

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It was the Omaha Police Department's case, of course, but they welcomed the two NYPD detectives who flew out to consult with them and exchange information. There was no evidence to link Berry's murder with the killings of Vollmer and Salerno, none aside from Will's having singled him out in his open letter, and this left room for speculation that some native Omahan, spurred perhaps by Will's suggestion, had handled the matter on a local level.

Will's next communication—sent, like all the others, to Marty McGraw—addressed that notion. "Did I go off to Omaha to settle accounts with Mr. Berry? Or did some citizen of Omaha, outraged at having to put up with Roswell Berry's disruption of that fair city's urban equilibrium, take matters into his own hands?

"My friend, what on earth does it matter? What difference can it possibly make? I myself am nothing, as someone is purported to have said in a slightly different context. It is the will of the people that acts through me. If indeed another pair of hands than mine stuck the knife in Roswell Berry's pitiless heart before girdling his neck with a coat hanger, it is as moot to ponder my own responsibility in the matter as it is to wonder how much your own writing gave rise to my actions. Each of us, alone or in concert, helps to express "THE PEOPLE'S WILL"

It was cleverly done. Will wouldn't say whether he'd gone to Omaha, arguing that it didn't matter one way or another. At the same time, he pretty much settled the matter by alluding to the fact that Berry had been stabbed. The Omaha authorities had suppressed this. (They would have liked to suppress the coat hanger as well, but it leaked, and the symbolism was just too good to expect the press to keep it under wraps. It was easier to hold back the knife work, because it hadn't shown up until they had Roswell Berry on the autopsy table. He'd been killed with a single stab wound to the heart, inflicted with one stroke of a narrow-bladed knife or dagger. Death was virtually instantaneous and there was no bleeding to speak of, which is why the stabbing wasn't noticed at first, and why it managed to stay out of the papers.) Roswell Berry had looked like a difficult target. He'd been more than halfway across the country, staying in a hotel with a good security setup, and escorted at all times by a cadre of loyal bodyguards, broad-shouldered young men in chinos and short-sleeved white shirts, with buzz haircuts and unsmiling faces. ("Thugs for Jesus," one commentator had styled them.) There was plenty of speculation as to how Will had managed to slip through their ranks and get in and out of their leader's hotel room.

"WILL-O'-THE-WISP?" the Post wondered on its front page.

But if Berry was a hard man to kill, Will's next pick was clearly impossible.

"An Open Letter to Julian Rashid" was the heading on his next letter to McGraw, mailed some ten days after his ambiguous response to Berry's death. In it, he charged the black supremacist with fomenting racial hatred for purposes of self-aggrandizement. "You have created a fiefdom of a people's discontent,"

he wrote. "Your power feeds upon the hatred and bitterness you create. You have called out for violence, and the society you vilify is at last prepared to turn that violence upon you."

Rashid first landed in the spotlight as a tenured professor of economics at Queens College. His name back then was Wilbur Julian, but he dropped the Wilbur and tacked on the Rashid around the time he began formulating his theories. The name change was not part of a conversion to Islam, but merely represented his admiration for the legendary Haroun-al-Rashid.