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VOLUME SEPTEMBER 2003 Mrs. Moskowitz

VOLUME JANUARY 2003a Mack, Wendell Judd, Suicide
VOLUME FEBRUARY 2003aSpace Shuttle, Joe T., Wives and Children,Lockdown, Cory,US Armed Forces
VOLUME MARCH 2003aMy Mother, Cop Killer
VOLUME APRIL 2003aHussein, Iraq, War
VOLUME MAY 2003a The Army Days
VOLUME JUNE 2003a50th Birthday, Nothing to Prove
VOLUME JULY 2003Easy Yoke, Witchcraft, I Remember
VOLUME AUGUST 2003 A Good Report, A Devout Jew, Closer to the Lord
VOLUME SEPTEMBER 2003Mrs. Moskowitz
VOLUME OCTOBER 2003 Pearl of Great Price, TV Programs, Not Forgotten, Suicide Attempt, Long Distance
VOL. Nov. 2003 Charlie's Dead, Iraq War
VOLUME DECEMBER 2003 Mental Illness, Charlie's Dead
VOLUME JANUARY 2004No Complaints, Full Altar, Code Yellow
VOLUME FEBRUARY 2004Shot Dead, Violence, Gay Marriage
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September 1, 2003


My family as well as my many friends know how much I grieve over the past and how sorry I am for the crimes I committed at a time when my life was out of control and my thoughts were demonic and twisted.

God knows that if it were possible, I would do all that I could to undo those crimes. But acts like this cannot be undone. To believe so would only be wishful thinking.

Sadly, the reallity is that the pain I caused other people will not go away. Their loved ones wil never be replaced. And if I had the opportunity to personally apologize to every person I hurt in the past, I would gladly do so.

Thus, concerning Neysa Monkowitz and the death of her daughter Stacy. Over the years I have been praying for Mrs. Moskowitz. Many of my friends have also been praying. We care about her very much.

And these prayers have not been unanswered. I wrote in my journal entry for December 8, 2001 about the phone call that Mrs. Moskowitz and I had on this day. It was wonderful! Being able to speak to her and apoligize was, for me, a dream come true.

Over time our relationship began to progress. we exchanged letters. I made a few more calls. In addition, on three occasions I was even able to send her money which she was exceedingly gratefeul for. As she is now a widow with only meager finances.

Her husband died a number of years ago. And her middle daughter, Ricky Beth, passed away at the age of thirty-seven from a terrible disease.

Mrs. Moskowitz has known much suffering, and death has often been an unwanted visitor to her home.


September 2, 2003


However, as our relationship progressed and her long journey of healing had begun, interference came in from another person, and our developing relationship was severed. I was so disappointed.

It was my hope that one day Mrs. Moskowitz could visit me. My friends were all prepared and eager to bring her from Florida, where she now lives, to their home in New Jersey.

Then they planned to drive Mrs. Moskowitz here, where she and I would have been able to meet privately in the prison's waiting room..

All of Mrs. Moskowitz's expenses for the entire trip would have been taken care of. They wanted to treat her as a queen, and she would have met new friends, too.

Unfortunately, however, a media person tempted her by offering to film our first meeting for television. This is a long story and it would take pages to explain. Suffice to say, she wanted to be on TV, and I felt that it was selfish exploitation on the part of the reporter, who was persuading her to do this. And I politely and honestly told her so.

Now Mrs. Moskowitz is angry at me again. I did not give in to her demands, nor did I succumb to this reporter's manipulations.

And so she stopped writing to me. Likewise I found it pointless to continue writing her, as she refused to answer the last few letters I sent her.

I have kept a log of all the letters I mailed to Mrs. Moskowitz. My first letter to her was a ten page typed letter that was dated July 25, 1998.


September 3, 2003


Over time I would write more letters to Mrs. Moskowitz. She was answering almost every letter.

Recently, though, all the letters I received from her I turned over to my attorney, Hugo R. , which I cherish dearly, for a long time. But I felt that her letters were not safe here. So he has them.

Also, I sent Mrs. Moskowitz letters and money in 2001. However, awhile ago I gave my attorney my mail log for 2001, to store in his office. so I do not have it in front of me to refer to at this time.

But what I do have is my log for 2002. And here is a list of the letters I sent to Neysa Moskowitz during the year 2002, in addition to my last letter to her during the year 2001, which I logged into my 2002 book because this final letter of 2001 was sent right before the new year.

Date of Letter Approximate Postmark Contents

Dec. 26 Dec. 31 (2001) 3-page handwritten letter

Jan 08 Jan.10 (2002) 3-page handwritten letter

Feb. 08 Feb. 11 " 1-page handwritten letter w/ small greeting card

Feb. 10 Feb. 12 " 2-page typed letter

Feb 12 Feb. 13 " 2-page handwritten letter

Mar. 5 Mar. 06 " 2-page typed letter

Mar. 13 Mar. 14 " 4-page written letter w/ photo

Apr. 9 Apr. 10 " 3- page handwritten letter

May 03 May 06 " Mother's Day Card


September 4, 2003


Had not a certain media person come between Neysa Moskowitz and myself, I am fairly certain that the chance was great that she and I would've already met.

If I had the opportunity to meet with Mrs. Moskowitz, I would have shared many things with her to ease her mind as well as confess my guilt.

And I am confident, and I believe, by faith, that one day this will happen. Then when it does, both our lives shall be better as a result.

Over the years I tried my best, within the limitations of imprisonment, to help Mrs. Moskowitz. I certainly haven't neglected or deliberately ignored her. I am aware of her grief and pain.

Further more, she has more than a dozen letters of mine in her possession. What she eventually decides to do with them is her business.

My letters to her were friendly, kind, and hopefully, encourageing. So if she one day chooses to make them public, I have no objections. There is nothing in those letters for me to be ashamed of.

However, I hope that no one tries to take advantage of Mrs. Moskowitz.

Neysa is a good person, and I wish her the best in life. God loves her, and so do I.

David Berkowitz

September 10, 2003


Many people probably think that prison inmates live in our own world and that events which happen outside of these walls do not interest or affect us. Nothing could be further from the truth.

I saw how big the hearts were of many of my fellow inmates when the terrorist attacks happened on September 11, 2001.

Like tens of millions of people in America, as this tragedy unfolded, we were riveted to our televisions and radios. We were saddened and horrified.

And we prison inmates did something about it. In the weeks and months following the attacks, we gave of our meager finances and resources.

I shared about this in some of my journal entries in 2001. We came together to pray. We came together to give. We tried to make a difference.

In the DOCS/TODAY, which is the official magazine of the New York State Department of Correctional Services, the January 2002 issue had a lengthy "Cover Story" article about the Corrections employees and inmates who came together to give.

According to this article, donations were taken at every prison. The money was then sent to the world Trade Center Relief Fund and to the American Red Cross Disaster Relief Fund. In addition, canned food was collected as well as blankets, and hundreds of cases of bottled water, all of which was sent to the emergency workers at "Ground Zero".

A complete listing of every correctional facility and what each one donated (some were only able to donate money) is stated in the article.

DOCS/TODAY, January 2002, Vol.11, No.1


David Berkowitz

September 13, 2003


I am looking forward to autumn. Here in New York it is beautiful in the Fall when the leaves turn different colors and the air is crisp and cool.

I am learning to thank the Lord for the "little things", like watching a flock of geese fly over my head or being able to feel the cool autumn air blowing over my head or being able to feel the cool autumn air blowing against my face.

In addition I am grateful for the good friendships I have with those who are of the same faith as me.

Today I was blessed with a visit from my Christian friend, Mark, who travelled from Pennsylvania to fellowship with me.

I had such a good time of spiritual refreshing. And Mark and I prayed together too. I feel as if I've known him all my life.

Then yesterday Darrell Scott came by with his son, Mike. Darrell, who lost his daughter Rachel Joy during the Columbine High School shooting in 1999, was on his way to Long Island to share his daughter's story of forgiveness and hope.

It was a wonderful privilege to be able to spend a couple of hours with Darrell and Mike, and to hear about the good things God is doing through them.

I am thankful for this short respite in between my times of persecution and trials.

David Berkowitz

September 20, 2003


Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious apearing of the great God and our Savior Jesus Christ.

Titus 2:13

This is a picture perfect sunny Saturday. It is hard to believe that only yesterday the tail of Hurricane Isabel passed this way. In my area there was only some heavy periods of rain and fortunately no damage to anyone's property other than some downed power lines.

Today, however, as i was doing my morning devotion, I began to once again have an ever increasing desire to go home to be with Christ.

I am wailting for, and I long for, the Lord's appearing. I am anxious for the"rapture" and the call to go home to glory.

I am so thankful to know the Lord and to walk with Him. In spite of my weariness and the oftentimes painful trials and tribulations that I must face, walking with Jesus is wonderful.

In the end it will be worth it all when I finally meet my Creator, when I see Him face to face.

All my present struggles and hardships will be forgotten. My years in prison will seem like the blink of an eye. And even now, as I live out this Christian life through the power of God's Spirit, I have so much peace in my heart.

I am living with a glorious hope that becomes more real to me with each passing day.

I believe that one day, as the Bible has promised, the Trumpet of God will sound. And those who are alive in Christ will instantly arise with those who have died in Him. We will be "caught up into the clouds" and we will forever be with the Lord (1 Thessalonians 4:13-18).

David Berkowitz

September 21, 2003


It is late afternoon. Right now brilliant beams from the sun are gleaming through my open window. I can feel the warm rays as they caress my face.

There is also a moderate wind that's blowing in. The cool air is blending perfectly with the sun's gentle end of summer warmth. It is a gorgeous day!

This morning, as our worship service was coming to a close, the altar call was given. A few dozen men quickly made their way from their chairs to the front of the chapel. And as hands were upraised, each man began to cry out to God in his own way.

Lately I have been seeing this more and more. Men seeking to make their peace with God, to have their sins forgiven, or to get help in their times of distress and despair.

No one tries to restrain any of these prisoners from crying out from the depts of their souls. Some groan in desperation as they awaken to their needs. For God's work is penetrating hearts and the Holy Spirit is working unseen, tenderly speaking to broken lives.

With today's spiritually stirring service followed by an afternoon of sunny warmth, if there is such a thing as "feeling" very close to God, then this is it.

David Berkowitz

September 22, 2003


"Whoever comes to Me, I will never turn him away."*                                 Jesus Christ

Today I received a letter from an older Christian couple whom I have been corresponding with for a number of years. And one of the things they shared about was the untimely and tragic death of their grandson's best friend, who was twenty-three years old. He committed suicide.

They were trying to make sense of his desperate act. They also knew that this young man had been struggling with drug addiction. He had been in "rehab". But he didn't do well in the program he was in.

Now, sitting in my cell on this chilly almost Fall evening, I am trying to imagine what this young man's life was like. He was probably very depressed. I believe that he felt shame and failure, and that he had no hope left. Perhaps he believed that "nothing is working".

Sadly he saw suicide as an option to end his pain. I wish he had placed his faith in Jesus Christ.

I do not know if this man ever heard the gospel and God's unconditional offer of complete forgiveness for his sins.

But what I do know is this: that if young people only knew how much God loves them, and how much He wants to embrace and help each one of them, they would run to Him. They would jump into the arms of Jesus.

Unfortunately, however, multitudes do not know the truth. Perhaps they think of God as being angry and disappointed in them. They think He wil never accept them. But oh! how wrong is this thinking!

Even now a loving and caring Savior is knocking upon the doors of millions of hearts, hoping that someone would open their heart and let Him in.

David Berkowitz

September 27, 2003


Today is the day that Jews everywhere celebrate our New Year. It is officially the year 5764.

And as I am writing this journal entry I am watching God's gallant display of clouds marching in parade across the heavens. The deep blue sky and the columns of huge milky-white clouds are both breathtaking and mesmerizing. What a Creator!

On this Rosh Hahanah I was up early in the morning. I spent much of this morning reading the apostle Paul's letter to Titus in the New Testament. It is only three chapters in length, but it is packed full of healthy "spiritual meat".

Rosh Hahanah has nothing to do with this letter to Titus, but this is where the Lord lead me.

Oh how wonderful is this day. How good it is to know my Messiah. I do not deserve such goodness from God's Hand. I deserve death for both my sins and my crimes. Yet God has granted mercy. He has given me a forgiveness I could never merit or achieve on my own.

"Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to His mercy He saved us, by the washing of regeneration and the renewing of the Holy Spirit" (Titus 3:5).

David Berkowitz

September 28, 2003


This Sunday is the second day of the New Year for the Jews. I have begun my journal early, and in a little while I'll be going to the prison's chapel for the worship service.

At this moment, shortly after breakfast, I am sitting at my little desk. Actually it is not a desk at all, but rather a 36-inch long by 15-inch wide steel shelf that is embedded into the cinder blocks which make up the back and side walls of this cell.

As opposed to yesterday's beautiful blue sky and God's parade of pure white clouds, today is rainy and damp.

I do not specifically know all that God has planned for my life. Yet whatever it is, it will be good and perfect. He may want me to remain still and quiet in His presence. Or He may continue to keep me in the "backside of the desert" to await some future call to the ministry.

But while I wait I am learning to allow my own "flesh" and my own "ambitions" to be crucified so that God's will is ultimately fulfulled in my life.

I do know, however, that many trials and tribulations are ahead. They will help me to build more trust in the Lord, and they will help my faith to grow. Now I just have to learn not to run away from them.

David Berkowitz

September 30, 2003


He tried to kill himself by jumping from the top tier of his cell block. He plunged at least thirty feet and slammed against the concrete floor. But he survived and he is still recuperating.

I wrote about this despondent inmate in my journal entries for August 3-5, 2003.

He was depressed and lonely. He was hearing voices, and his life, he felt, was spinning out of control. He saw no hope for his situation. Sadly, for this man suicide seemed an acceptable end to a life of mental illness and deep inner pain.

Now I have learned that he has been transferred from the prison's infirmary where he had been confined to an isolation room and kept under constant watch.

He was sent to the Central New York Psychiatric Center in the town of Marcy, where he will remain until the mental health staff at the Psychiatric Center determines that he can be sent back to a regular maximum security prison.

While I may never see this man again, I will continue to pray for him. Jesus Christ loves him, and he is a human being whom Jesus died for.

In this environment Satan uses many devices to bring men to ruin. He whispers into the minds of many that life is not worth living. That there is no hope and one is better off dead. How he lies!

Christ is fully capable of redeeming any person no matter what crime they may have committed to get into prison. God can and will pull a person from Satan's grip and bring him spiritual freedom. I pray that this troubled man finds this freedom.

David Berkowitz 

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