Okay so Valerie Solanas isn’t really a zombie. Thing is I don’t have any pics of her later in life since she was long out of the public eye by then. However Valerie was a paranoid schizophrenic and that rates pretty close to zombie in my book. Valerie was a radical feminist who got that way because of a dreadful upbringing. You thought Sinead O’Connor’s childhood was bad? (I’m sure it was… See my blog Sinead O’Connor – Nothing Reminds Us of U). Valerie regularly suffered sexual abuse at the hands of her father, the impetus for her notorious SCUM manifesto. Her parents divorced when she was 11 and Valerie became rebellious, skipping a lot of school. Her mother sent Valerie to her grandfather who was a violent alcoholic and often beat her. Ouch. Can’t this kid get a break? Her grandfather tired of using Valerie for a punching bag, and when she was 15 he kicked her out, leaving her homeless. But by then Valerie was a survivor and she managed to graduate from high school with her class, and earn a degree in psychology from the University of Maryland, College Park.
In 1953, Valerie gave birth to a son, David and wisely put him up for adoption. Lucky kid. Details of her life until 1966 are unclear, but it is believed Valerie traveled the country, supporting herself by begging and through prostitution. This experience was documented in a play she penned in 1966 entitled Up Your Ass, about a man-hating prostitute. In 1967 she hung around Andy Warhol’s studio, The Factory until she met him and gave him her script, asking him to produce it on film. He accepted it to review but Andy found it too pornographic and decided it must be a police trap.
Typical for Andy and his poor memory, he lost the script. Ouch. Solanas demanded he return the script or pay her for it but Andy ignored these demands and instead offered her a role in I, a Man. In Andy’s film, Valerie and another actor argue in a hallway. Solanas dominated the conversation, dialoguing about “squishy asses”, “men’s tits“, and lesbian “instinct”. She exited the scene explaining, “I gotta go beat my meat“.
Valerie wrote SCUM Manifesto in 1968 but no publisher would accept it. Instead she self-published, stood out on street corners and solicited SCUM to passersby. It is dubious that Valerie used the acronym SCUM for Society for Cutting Up Men, since the phrase doesn’t appear in the text. SCUM references women: “SCUM — dominant, secure, self-confident, nasty, violent, selfish, independent, proud, thrill-seeking, free-wheeling, arrogant females, who consider themselves fit to rule the universe…”
To read SCUM Manifesto click here .
To hear a reading of the SCUM Manifesto click here.
To hear a reading of the SCUM Manifesto Part 2 click here.
That’s where it gets tawdry.
Aside from her entire life up until this point of course.
On June 3, 1968, Valerie waited for Andy at The Factory. When he arrived she shot at Warhol three times, hitting him once in the chest. Later, Solanas turned herself in to police and was charged with attempted murder and other offenses. Pleading guilty, she received a three-year sentence in a psychiatric hospital where she was diagnosed as schizophrenic. When Valerie was released she disappeared from the public eye and during the last years of her life, she lived with her lesbian lover in various San Fransisco hotels. On April 25, 1988, at the age of 52, Solanas died of pneumonia in the Hotel Bristol. To see Valerie’s arrest click here.
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