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The Overdose of 1,1,1-Trichloralethane
T
he stress of juggling a demanding career and being provider and nurturer became almost unbearable for the industrious Gladys. Her own mother was dead and there was virtually no one to help her raise Norma Jeane.
Mrs. Mortensen was accepted in the studio as a woman with an “illegitimate” daughter. Her coworkers liked her and respected her work, but outside the comfort and understanding of Hollywood's liberal mores, it was a different story. Gladys was a social outcast—someone looked upon as a pitiful back-street girl, undeserving of respect.
The working environment for a film editor in the thirties was similar to a toxic waste dump. Open bottles of acetone used to treat the film were everywhere, sending poisonous vapors into the stale, unventilated air. Skin contact with the liquid acetone was even more dangerous. The small picture frames had to be glued with film cement that also produced toxic fumes. In addition, for as long as six months Gladys had to toil through double shifts in order to make frequent studio deadlines and monthly mortgage payments. The combination of long hours of hard labor and continued exposure to hazardous activants took its toll. Excruciating headaches became constant. But because she was so dedicated to both her profession and providing for her daughter, Gladys struggled on year after year, all the while suffering severe inner conflicts. Was the career she loved interfering too much with the care of her child? Could she be a good mother and still become a real success in her field?
Unfortunately, the career Gladys took so seriously was causing her physical, as well as psychological, damage. With the film industry still in its youth, little was known about the possible effects of the potent chemicals used in production. Science now shows unequivocally that the chemicals used at the time caused permanent brain damage. But working conditions then were grossly inadequate. The unions were virtually powerless, and the Depression and economic hardship endured by Americans made workers grateful to hold any job. The stock market had plunged to its lowest; debts and bread lines, starvation, deprivation, and poverty were everywhere. A producer or film company would never show concern for the possibility that the chemicals used in moviemaking could be dangerous to their employees' health.
The workroom at Columbia Studios where Gladys cut film was isolated and cell-like. An area five feet by seven feet was hardly enough space for an editor to inhabit for eight to sixteen hours while attempting to concentrate on film splicing. The lighting was dim and the concrete walls were bare except for strips of film hanging to dry from clips attached to holders high above. Discarded strips of film lay in circles around the cutters' feet. The glare of the lights was reflected on the celluloid as it passed through the viewer. Glue lay beside the cutter with acetone or cleaner close at hand. Although white cotton gloves were worn by the editors, it was not for their protection, but rather to protect the film itself from fingerprints. Accidental spills of acetone were unavoidably frequent, dangerously intensifying exposure, especially after long hours of work. During the winter months the fumes increased in density. The windowless cutting rooms completely lacked ventilation. The film editors' comfort and safety were never considered.
In the midst of the Los Angeles rainy season, drafts and cold damp winds sent chills down Gladys's spine. After several days of steady downpour and working overtime to warm the cutting room, the heater was barely pumping stale recycled air. Dense fumes collected over Gladys's throbbing head, stealing precious oxygen. Between the sordid work conditions, the financial strain of making monthly mortgage payments to avoid losing her home, and the relentless demands of providing for her daughter's needs, Gladys's life was beginning to fall apart. She was obsessed with furnishing her daughter with the same stylish clothes that the Bolenders had provided; except Gladys couldn't make her daughter's clothes but had to buy them in department stores. Gladys also saw to it that Norma Jeane had spending money for movies and food. Money was always a worry. The headaches were getting worse, and depression was setting in. She was afraid she was losing her mind, as she believed had happened to her own mother, Della.
To understand Della Monroe's demise, one need only examine the trials of her personal life. Her first husband, Gladys's father, had died a slow, agonizing death that haunted her for years afterward. Eventually she had overcome her grief and fallen in love with a second husband, and he had run off with another woman. After that humiliation, she went on to marry a third man, who also left her for another woman. Della was an unhappy woman, her spirit broken and life shattered when she encountered the charismatic evangelist Aimee Semple McPherson. Della blamed herself; she wanted to be cleansed of her sins and Aimee claimed to be the savior and rescuer of lost souls. As virtually the only woman evangelist of her day and the self-appointed leader of the Pentecostal Church, she appealed to fundamentalist Christians appalled at the so-called loosening of morals in the country. Those who felt guilty of past sins and were committed to the self-righteous path that McPherson touted were mesmerized into joining her growing flock. Della was no exception. In her vulnerable, guilt-ridden state, she made McPherson's Angelus Temple in Los Angeles her refuge.
Della's idolatry of McPherson proved short-lived. In 1926 McPherson disappeared mysteriously. Rumors had it she was dead. Later police discovered she had engineered her own escape in order to run away with one of her married male parishioners. Exposed as a charlatan and adulterer, she eventually reemerged as a radio evangelist. However, McPherson never regained her former popularity. (On September 27, 1944, McPherson would “meet her maker” through an “accidental” overdose of barbiturates.)
Della's faith in life was crumbling. Too many devastating disappointments and betrayals undoubtedly caused her downfall. On August 4, 1927, she was admitted to Norwalk State Mental Hospital. Nineteen days later she was dead. The hospital records allege that she passed away from coronary heart failure brought on by a “manic seizure.” Considering that before the last nineteen days of her life there had never been any indication of mental instability and no history of heart disease in this fifty-one-year-old woman, it seems highly unlikely that she would so suddenly develop manic-depression and suffer a heart attack.
Treatment of the mentally ill during the twenties was barbaric, with such practices as bloodletting (letting the insanity flow out through the blood) and “scare” therapy where patients were believed to have sense shocked into them. Physical and emotional abuse in state mental hospitals was commonplace in 1927. Moreover, Norwalk Hospital in particular had been cited for its misdiagnosis and abuse of patients. What really happened to Della during the last nineteen days of her life will remain a mystery.
As Gladys left for work on a brisk cool morning in January 1935 for another double-shift day at Columbia Studios, she was thinking of her mother's tragic life and death. The piercing pain of another headache was already throbbing and suddenly Gladys looked at her own pitiful life. A woman with an illegitimate child, she blamed herself for everything—her failed marriages, separating from her first two children, the death of her son, the failure to keep her lover around long enough to help care for their daughter. Being unable to spend enough time with Norma Jeane nagged at her, too. Before Gladys could redirect her thoughts and report to the office, she found herself growing dizzy as her headache intensified. She became delirious and fell to the sidewalk. The poisons of guilt and the chemicals she had been exposed to for nearly a decade were finally catching up to her. The woman who knew personal tragedies and how difficult keeping the faith was, had collapsed under the stress and strain and now began to cry uncontrollably. The English couple who lived in her house swiftly called an ambulance. Because Gladys showed no physical trauma and was reported by the couple to have been depressed for some time, and was still crying and disoriented, the ambulance took her to Norwalk Hospital, the same place her mother had spent her last nineteen days on earth.
After school Norma Jeane was met by the English couple, who explained what had happened to her mother that day. Once again separation and instability rocked Norma's world, just as she was getting used to living with her real mother for the first time—what would happen to her? Would they send her back to the Bolenders? Or would she stay with the English family in her mother's house? She became fearful when she wondered what might happen to her mother. Would she die because of her illness? Was it her hard work and sacrifice for Norma Jeane's care that made her ill? Was she the cause of all her mother's problems? Norma Jeane would never resolve her guilt for “causing” her mother's misfortune. A singular theme of personal tragedy, self-guilt, and blame characterized three generations of mothers and daughters. As her dreams of togetherness instantly evaporated, Norma Jeane remembered her imaginary father warning her to be a good girl and not to cry and upset her mother any more. She paid attention and didn't cry.
The Norwalk staff listened to Gladys's ravings of discontent and diagnosed her as a woman with severe depression. The State Lunacy Commission that ran Norwalk Hospital began in 1916 with a 105-bed facility. As is true today, once a patient is diagnosed with mental illness, it becomes nearly impossible to get rid of the stigma. Few are rediagnosed. The State Lunacy Board's policy was simple: once branded a lunatic, always a lunatic.
Unfortunately, in the 1930s, chloral hydrate and barbiturates were popular in the treatment of both mania and depression. Various physical treatments for the mentally ill were hysterectomy, castration, and removal of various “thought to be infected” organs. Hydrotherapy required patients to stand in a cold shower for long periods of time. The various shock therapies prospered as well, such as spinning patients around on a horizontal wheel.
Gladys was told by psychiatrists that her mental illness was inherited from her mother and that her breakdown was assumed to be like her mother's. The misconceptions of insanity and depression in particular were applied in Gladys's treatment with the use of chloral hydrate, a sedative, and phenobarbitol, a barbiturate. Gladys's system was already full of toxins from chronic inhalation and exposure to a number of hazardous substances. Carbon tetrachloride and 1,1,1-trichloralethane, chemicals Gladys worked with daily, are now known to be poisonous. Concentrations of 1,000-1,700 parts per million, which Gladys was breathing each day, cause headaches, disequilibrium, depression, and even coma. A low-oxygen condition called cerebral hypoxia can result from long periods of exposure. To compound the depression caused by chemical exposure, Gladys was prescribed more depressants, which had the synergistic effect of causing irreversible pathological damage, thus ensuring that Gladys would be permanently institutionalized. Like her mother before her, she was a victim of the mental-health system. Norma Jeane would soon suffer the consequences.
3
Puberty
T
ime and time again Norma Jeane's heart was broken by her mother. The dream of a secure home life was dashed by this latest turn of events. Illness seemed like a legitimate excuse for her mother's absence, yet Aunt Grace McKee would cringe every time the child would ask, “When will I see my mother again?” Grace tried to keep her with the British couple and their daughter, but Norma Jeane lived with them only until that spring. The mortgage was not being paid and attempts to save their Hollywood home were in vain. The head of the household lost his job and decided at the age of sixty-two to retire to England. Losing the house in foreclosure destroyed Norma Jeane's hopes of reuniting with her mother. As the furniture, including the prized baby grand piano, was sold off to pay her ailing mother's debts, Norma Jeane broke down in tears.
Aunt Grace painfully recognized that she was unable to offer the stable, harmonious home life that the girl so urgently needed. She made an arrangement with friends of hers, the Giffen family, to take Norma Jeane into their home off Highland Avenue. Living with the upper-middle-class Giffen family proved different from anything the girl had experienced. Harvey Giffen was a sound engineer for RCA; he cared deeply for his children; and the entire family quickly took to Norma Jeane. Seeing how well they were adapting and realizing how slim were the chances that Gladys would recover, Grace suggested that the Giffens adopt Norma Jeane.
After much thought, the young couple agreed. The next hurdle would be to get the institutionalized mother's approval. To complicate the situation, the Giffens were planning to move back to the South, where Gladys would lose contact with her daughter altogether.
When word of the planned move was relayed to Gladys, her depression deepened. Any hope of motivation for recovery would be lost with Norma Jeane out of her life. She loved her daughter very much and couldn't bear the idea that she would no longer belong to her. Adoption was out of the question. Yet another temporary living arrangement would be necessary while Gladys remained in the hospital.
Aunt Grace was named Norma Jeane's guardian. Grace married Erwin “Doc” Goddard, and her husband refused to continue caring for the child in their home. Aside from having three children from a previous marriage, his career as a research engineer at Adel Precision Products Company and layman inventor was not as promising as it once had been. He had fancied being a famous inventor but his pursuits were usually lost in a bottle of alcohol. His drinking left him listless and depressed as the financial boom he promised Grace turned out to be just a grandiose pipe dream.
The decision to take Norma Jeane to the Los Angeles Orphans Home Society was gut-wrenching for Grace Goddard. She was the one who had always given the child the courage to believe in herself with repeated promises of a wondrous future. She had encouraged Norma Jeane to think she could be beautiful, even though she was tall for her age and skinny, and that she could one day have a successful film career. And now, as dismal as the nine-year-old's plight seemed, Aunt Grace promised that her stay in the orphanage would be temporary.
The year Norma Jeane began her stint at the orphanage, 1935, Iceland became the first country to legalize abortion (if the pregnancy jeopardized the woman's physical or mental health). Clifford Odets's Awake and Sing was breaking house records on Broadway. Jimmy Hoffa was appointed business agent of Local 299 of the Teamsters Union. While Elvis Aron Presley was a toddler, his father Vernon was serving time in jail for passing bad checks, and Joseph Paul DiMaggio was a rookie for the New York Yankees.
Norma Jeane approached the colonial-style red brick building at 815 North El Centro Avenue in Hollywood. For a girl who stuttered constantly, her reaction to reading the brass plaque on the door—
LOS ANGELES ORPHANS HOME SOCIETY, FOUNDED IN
1886—was clear, concise, and emphatic. “I'm not an orphan!” Neither her mother nor father was dead. She was simply homeless. Her resistance to entering the charming building that resembled a gracious Southern mansion tugged at the heartstrings of her legal guardian. But Grace knew she had no choice but to help Superintendent Dewey carry the distraught, screaming child inside. Mrs. Dewey was keenly aware of how traumatic the adjustment to institutional life could be for a child, and she took extra care to make Norma Jeane feel special and welcomed.
Weeks of distasteful food, washing dishes, and doing chores for a nickel a week, rising at six-thirty in the morning, after long, lonely nights, continued to dampen her spirits. Though generally well-mannered and cooperative, Norma Jeane hated the orphanage and longed to be with her mother. Compared to this place, living with even Ida Bolender looked good.
Maybe the rain reminded Norma Jeane of the day her mother disappeared or maybe it made her feel just plain depressed. Nevertheless, she went out the front door looking for love. She knew where Aunt Grace lived. She thought the ten cents she had would be enough to get most of the way by trolley and that she could walk the remainder of the distance. But no sooner did the seven-year-old pass through the front door onto the sidewalk than she was stopped by Mrs. Dewey.
The superintendent showered more attention on Norma Jeane after her feeble runaway attempt, inviting her into her inner office and showing her how to apply makeup. Like every young girl, Norma Jeane was entranced. She saw her reflection in the mirror and began believing that she could be beautiful. Mrs. Dewey confirmed the girl's emerging confidence that she was very pretty. Her quiet moments with the head of the orphanage kept Norma Jeane patiently waiting for Aunt Grace to fulfill her promises.
In the meantime, Grace lavished candies and little gifts on Norma Jeane. On days off, she took her to the movies with her stepchildren. Norma Jeane's birthday was not forgotten either. June 1 came and went, but Aunt Grace sent a loving card through the mail. How proud Norma Jeane was when the surprise came. She was beginning to feel loved and cared for.
During one visit, Aunt Grace told Norma Jeane that Ana Lower, her own mother, was willing to take the child into her Culver City home near Sawtelle Avenue. In the depressed neighborhood low-cost ranch-style homes lined unpaved streets that flooded during rainstorms.
But Norma Jeane was more than grateful, and Aunt Ana proved to be another kind woman. A Christian Science practitioner by trade, Ana Lower taught that God is Love and that God promises a good life. She loved Norma Jeane like her own and assured her that she could have a good life if she changed her negative thought processes to positive ones. This new outlook on life enabled Norma Jeane to hope for the best. Later in life Marilyn always remembered Aunt Ana as a wise, inspirational figure. There were never the broken promises that undermined her self-esteem and confidence. The hurt of disappointments that plagued her earlier years seemed to be gone with Aunt Ana's healing kind of love.
By 1937, Norma Jeane was attending Emerson Junior High on Selby Avenue in Westwood. Adjacent to the UCLA campus, Westwood was known for its upper-class, educated populace. The privileged elite tended to segregate themselves from the lower classes attending the school. Although Aunt Ana's unconditional love kept Norma Jeane's spirits high, at school the young woman continued to be shy and stuttered when she spoke.
Puberty was a difficult time. With no known father and an ailing, absent mother, Norma Jeane needed more direction than the elderly Ana would provide. Her menstrual cramps were devastating. Clinging to the Christian Science doctrine of founder Mary Baker Eddy, Ana insisted that disease and pain did not exist; nevertheless Norma Jeane was permitted to take Empirin to remedy the “curse.” Womanhood was not coming easily. Norma Jeane longed for her mother's comfort.
Although Ana preached that pain and illness were nonexistent, she was afflicted with degenerative heart disease. Years later, after Ana's death, Marilyn frequently visited her gravesite at Westwood Village Mortuary, reminiscing over the one woman she believed had never let her down.
Grace, who had moved into a larger home with her family in the San Fernando Valley, decided it would be best to have Norma Jeane move in with them. Norma Jeane adjusted to yet another new home and a new set of friends at Van Nuys High School. A comfortable family life surrounded her as she became fast friends with Aunt Grace's stepdaughter, Beebe Goddard, just two years younger than Norma Jeane.
The film version of Margaret Mitchell's
Gone With the Wind
was released in 1939. Norma walked to school over three miles in order to save the price of admission to see her favorite, Clark Gable. Her fantasy that the actor might be her long-lost father was still fresh, and she swooned every time he made an appearance on screen. Perhaps he liked her the most of all of his “children” and would swing her agile body onto his shoulder and whisper into her ear that she was the prettiest of them all.
Aside from Gable, her fantasy father, and movie director John Huston, she idolized two other male figures: Abraham Lincoln and Albert Einstein. Norma Jeane avidly read Lincoln biographies, which gave her hope that she, too, could rise from abject poverty to achieve great things. Throughout her life, she kept Lincoln's photo nearby. Arthur Miller, her third husband, resembled the assassinated president, and it was no accident that she was physically attracted to the Pulitzer Prize-winning writer.
 
She was nicknamed “Normi” by her new sister. They shared the same room, clothes, and shoe size. Beebe admired Norma Jeane's rapidly developing body, which was soon to be the envy of every girl at Van Nuys High. She had to wear the same outfit to school each day—a white shirt and form-fitting black skirt. She never failed to sway her backside as she passed the guys on the school grounds. She saved her pennies for lipstick and mascara. Her breasts filled out her brassiere and stretched her blouses and sweaters to their limits. Her poreless skin was without a blemish. And to enhance her sensuality, she began highlighting the flesh-colored mole on her face with a black eyeliner pencil.
Her jealous classmates didn't hesitate to accuse her of making time with their boyfriends. They also spread rumors that she would get drunk at wild orgies on Venice Beach. Their contempt increased throughout high school as the boys ogled her every move. Norma Jeane liked the attention, but didn't yet understand it. Her sensuous curves, bulging bosom and dynamite body brought her admiration, but the facts of life bewildered her, as she couldn't quite connect her attractiveness to sex.
Norma Jeane's athletic prowess finally gained her the acceptance she desired from her female peers. Her muscular development enabled her to excel as both a track and volleyball star. Beebe and her friends were confident that Norma could make the Olympics if she continued competing in sports.
In the classroom, Norma performed poorly in mathematics but well in English; writing poetry was her first love. Though she had enrolled in an acting class on the West Side, only to play male characters because then she was flat-chested, in Van Nuys she temporarily suspended all aspirations to become an actress. Classmate Jane Russell didn't. She won the admiration of the student body for the roles she played. Concentrating on sports, moviegoing, and reading romantic novels, Norma Jeane started to form ideas about love. She decided that the strongest kind of love was always preceded by sympathy and that sexual, romantic love was second rate. Bewildered by the idea of sex, Norma Jeane spent more time hugging her cocker spaniel than she did any boys; actual dates with boys were extremely rare. On some evenings she laughed and played with Beebe; on others she read and imagined what it would be like to be with her father. Though she missed Ana deeply, she felt content with her current family situation. Finally giving up the dream of her mother's recovery, Norma Jeane tried her best to bury her hurt feelings.
The Goddards decided to move to the West Side, where Norma Jeane enrolled at University High School. It was difficult to separate from her Van Nuys friends, and Grace worried about her. She knew that though boys always flirted with her, she was afraid of them. Moreover, girls were critical and tended to reject her.
For the shy Norma Jeane to have to win over a whole new set of friends was overwhelming. Depression began to set in again. The many moves had been extremely exasperating for the teenager. In 1942 Doc was transferred to Huntington, West Virginia. He did not want to take Norma Jeane with them.
Grace was in a quandary about what to do with Norma. After much heartache and soul searching, she concluded that since the fifteen-year-old Norma Jeane was already desirable, the best option was simply to marry her off. The question was, to whom.
Their neighbors and long-time friends, the Dougherties, had a good-looking, suave, well-dressed son who had remained popular after graduating from Van Nuys, where he had been class president.
At first Norma Jeane abhorred James Dougherty. He was too polite and too old. At twenty-one, he diligently worked the night shift at Lockheed Corporation. Persevering Aunt Grace persuaded Jim to find a suitable partner for Beebe and take both girls on a double date. Dougherty jokingly replied that he would be robbing the cradle.
The red silk dress that Norma Jeane borrowed from Beebe fell softly over her body. When Jim slid close to her in the front seat of his car, she flinched. He was smitten by her innocence, and she played up to him, aware all the while of what might happen if she didn't.
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