The Murder Can Be Fun ‘zines were my favorite ‘zines from the nineties. I let people borrow copies, never to get them back, and now all I have left is issue #17, which handles the topic of children who kill.

I believe I purchased this copy at the old Fringeware store on Guadalupe sometime in 1997 or 1998. At the time I was a walking, talking, fretting true crime podcast, though podcasts had yet to be invented, and when I saw this edition of my favorite ‘zine, I had to purchase it. (As an aside, talking about Fringeware, the alt.culture in Austin that began to die shortly after we moved here, the delightful feeling of finally finding people with similar interests on late nineties message boards, are my version of “I remember when you could see a movie for a dime and could leave the front door unlocked at night.” They are memories of a halcyon time when suddenly information became available and only a few of us knew it was out there.)

This ‘zine set off a maniacal attempt to find as much information about a youthful killer as I could. The only mention she has in Murder Can Be Fun #17 is in the quotes section, a sort of “Child Killers Say the Darnedest Things” where Marr collected some statements by killer kids. There were two quotes from an eleven-year-old girl named Mary Bell but she isn’t mentioned anywhere else in the ‘zine.

I’d like to be a nurse because then I can stick needles in people. I like hurting people.

and

Murder isn’t that bad. We all die sometimes.

For the next two years I scoured the earth for mentions of Mary Bell. I was unable to find much but eventually tracked down a book by investigative journalist Gitta Sereny, who spoke at length with Mary when she was freshly convicted. Long out of print, I could only get a copy from the UT law library but after killer culture become much more popular, Sereny released another, updated book about Mary. Sereny said that Mary Bell endured some of the worst child abuse she had ever seen or heard of, and in general had a lot of sympathy for Mary.

Mary, with a friend named Norma Bell (no relation, strangely enough) strangled two boys to death. Mary was eleven and Norma was thirteen but Mary was the dominant of the two. Mary deliberately lured the two toddler boys to their deaths and wrote odd notes left in a nursery school taking responsibility for the murder of one of the boys, Martin Brown.

The most puzzling note Mary wrote said, “I murder so that I may come back.” Mary and Norma had a history of attacking small children, and after they killed Martin Brown, they enjoyed tormenting the family as they mourned. They took turns asking Martin’s mother if they could see him. When Martin’s mother gently reminded them her son was dead, Mary replied that she knew he was dead and wanted to see him in his coffin. At age 11 years and six months old, Mary was the youngest convicted murderer in the UK, a record she still holds.

Mary escaped confinement at least once but she was eventually let go from prison when she was 23. She had a baby, a little girl, in 1984 and lived in relative peace and without further offenses but in 1998, the press discovered the new name she was given upon release and outed her and her teenage daughter. Mary had to be relocated and given a new name, and Mary fought very hard to ensure her daughter was able to maintain anonymity.

I keep harping on this point, but the beauty of most ‘zines for me is the potential for larger conversations or to fall down rabbit holes. Mary Bell became a years-long rabbit hole for me because of two quotes in a ‘zine about murderous children.

This ‘zine covers several killers whose names may not ring bells with even the most seasoned true crime fans. The most “famous” of the children discussed was the terror Jesse Pomeroy but few others have much name recognition, like Hannah Ocuish, a mixed race child who lived in miserable poverty in the late eighteenth century, and she slashed another girl’s throat over an argument about stolen strawberries. Much of the book discusses “trends” in childish mayhem, like the amusing pastime of derailing trains and strange drownings. Very interesting to me were the stories of children who were executed for their crimes. Hannah Ocuish appears to be the youngest person executed in the United States, but there were two slave boys who were not too much older when they went to the gallows for murder. The youngest murderer recorded in the USA? In 1921 in Rhode Island, a three year old boy deliberately strangled his playmate because he didn’t like her anymore.

This is a fact-packed ‘zine, and though it is hard to find a copy, should you find one that is affordable, you could do worse things with your money.