Lost and Found by John Glatt Page A

nervously.
    “Do they have any meaning for you?”
    “Yes.”
    “Is it right to beat your wife?”
    “No.”
    “Would it be wrong to beat your wife?”
    “Yes.”
    Garrido testified that he and his wife Chris had “an understanding” about his sexual activity.
    “Did she know where you were the night you kidnapped Miss Callaway?” asked the prosecutor.
    “No,” answered Garrido. “The only thing my wife knew was that I went to South Lake Tahoe to get LSD.”
    The prosecutor then asked at what point had he taken the four hits of LSD on the night of the abduction.
    “Right after the abduction,” claimed Garrido.
    “You didn’t take it before the abduction?”
    “No.”
    “Do you have sexual relations with your wife?”
    “Yes.”
    “Does she restrict your sexual activities with her?” asked Lutfy.
    “No.”
    “Does she let you do what you want to do?”
    “Well,” replied Garrido, “I don’t hurt her, so she does restrict me, yes.”
    “Why don’t you harm your wife?”
    “Because I love her.”
    “Is it only people that you don’t love that you harm?”
    “I didn’t feel I was harming Katherine Callaway,” he said. “So I don’t feel I was harming anybody.”
    “You didn’t think you were harming her when you put handcuffs on her?”
    “No.”
    “You didn’t think you were harming her when you grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her neck down to her knees?”
    “No.”
    “You didn’t think you were harming her when you put that strap around her?”
    “No.”
    “You didn’t think you were harming her when you threw that coat over her in the front seat?”
    “No.”
    “You didn’t think you were harming her when you threw her in the back seat—or put her in the back seat—with that coat over her again?”
    “No,” replied Garrido angrily, “I didn’t put the coat over her, in the first place.”
    “You never put any coat over her?” asked Lutfy.
    “I did after the gas station,” clarified Garrido.
    Then he maintained that he hadn’t believed he was harming his victim when he gagged her with tape and threw her on the back seat in handcuffs.
    “What about the fact that you didn’t put tape over her eyes?” asked the prosecutor. “Why didn’t you?”
    “Because she asked me not to,” replied the defendant.
    “She asked you not to rape her, didn’t she?”
    “No,” he replied resolutely.
    “Not at the beginning?
    “No.”
    The prosecutor then asked why he masturbated in his car at drive-ins and put towels in the windows, and not publicly in the middle of the street.
    “To hide myself,” replied Garrido. “I felt an embarrassment.”
    “You thought it was wrong? Did you?”
    “At that time, yes.”
    Lutfy asked if he had ever sought psychiatric help for his sexual problems. Garrido said he had not, as he had not thought there was anything wrong with masturbating in cars or restaurant bathrooms.
    “Did your parents ever teach you right and wrong?” he asked him.
    “Yes.”
    “Did your get slapped when you were a boy when you did something your parents said was wrong?”
    “Very unfortunately, no,” he replied.
    “Did they ever verbally tell you you were wrong, you shouldn’t do this?”
    “Up to the point when I was ten years old. After that I was spoiled. My father never did take any restrictions of beating me or disciplining me, and my mother spoiled me.”
    “Do you feel he should have done that?”
    “Yes.”
    “Why do you think he should have done that?”
    “Because of what I have learned.”
    Lutfy then asked if he had lied to the two psychiatrists who had examined him in jail. And when Garrido claimed to have answered every question honestly, the prosecutor asked why.
    “Because I have been working very steadily,” he replied, “the last two months with a minister getting close to God.”
    Garrido said that although he had believed in God for the last three years, it was only after his arrest and incarceration that he had