Abandoned by her lovers Robert and John Kennedy, Marilyn nonetheless remains a myth that lives on.
Fifty-seven summers have already passed and, when these first days of August arrive, there are always information media and television stations that continue to remember the date on which the greatest female myth in cinema died, if we leave Greta Garbo aside. We refer to Marilyn Monroe, whose cause of death was never clarified.
A black hand, petty interests of the US Administration, the CIA, the FBI conspired to make the world believe that the great star of the screen had taken her own life of her own free will. When there are still investigators who never believed that lie and think they murdered her. What happens is that there has been no way to prove that last theory. Nor, although the data is more irrelevant, is the exact or very approximate time of the time of her death known. Undoubtedly the coroner knew about it, but it was not disclosed, and it has remained for history that he left this world between seven in the afternoon of August 4, 1962 and three in the morning of the following day. Therefore, and counting on the time change between Spain and the United States, both dates are usually published among us when it is time to evoke her sad disappearance.
That Norma Jeane Baker, born in Los Angeles in 1926 and known as Marilyn Monroe, ended up being a neurotic and depressive woman, always stuffed with pills that she mixed with alcohol, is not the main reason to believe at face value that she died as a result of an excess of barbiturates. It could be, of course. But the first ones who arrived at the actress's house, upon hearing the news of her death provided by her housekeeper, who were two doctors in an ambulance and some policemen, perhaps rummaged more than they should in the bedroom of Marilyn. To the point that when Dr. Greenson, the psychiatrist who had been treating her in recent years, arrived, she noticed that there was no sign of a bottle of water with which she could have ingested the pills she used to take. The housekeeper also noticed that someone had taken care of changing the sheets on the bed on which Marilyn lay N*. Whose position did not correspond to what she should have in the event of committing suicide. These and more details would make one suspect that someone might have surprised her by entering her house and taking her life. With a gun? No, of course, it would have been known immediately. Suffocated, perhaps? Pushed to take a drug that would leave no trace?
No conclusions were drawn from the medical report to determine that she was murdered, so her suicide was maintained as very possible. Did anyone want to get rid of the most "glamourous" star of those years? Marilyn had known John F. Kennedy long before the senator became president of the United States. They were introduced by actor Peter Lawford, his brother-in-law and Marilyn's colleague and friend. Shortly after meeting, given the fame that the future president had with women, Marilyn fell into his networks. They were lovers for a long time. Until John came to the White House. Then J. Edgar Hoover, at the time director of the FBI, told the President the inconvenience and risks he would run if he continued his love affairs with "La Monroe." And, curiously, when weeks and months passed without John responding to the calls and letters that Marilyn sent him, Robert Kennedy appeared in his life. The President's younger brother was also a lover of "la Monroe". He even went so far as to tell himself that he was willing to marry her, destroying the home he had already made. Once again, Hoover, who never had any sympathy for any of the Kennedys, would recommend the same thing to him as to John: definitively break off his encounters with the actress.
Why? Given the political position of both brothers, it was clear that public opinion was not going to approve of their behavior, despite the fact that press gossip had already placed them in Marilyn's circle of friends. But what was feared was that she knew undeniable secrets of American high politics, that at any moment of her weakness, or out of revenge when not only John had left her, but also Robert without any explanation, she would slip confidences to some journalist. dude. It was very dangerous for the men of the CIA or the FBI that Marilyn Monroe told everything she knew about the Kennedys, gossip that she might know about Fidel Castro and the assassination that they apparently wanted to perpetrate, or other matters of State that Marilyn listened to in bed. ever from John's or Robert's lips.
She, since John did not want to see her again and before Robert came on the scene, had already consoled herself with other men, especially Frank Sinatra, so associated with the Mafia, which was another danger for which Marilyn was not only in the crosshairs of politicians and police informers, but also of "Cosa Nostra" bosses. Anyway: shake those aforementioned components and, as if it were an imaginary cocktail, think that Marilyn Monroe had so many enemies that one of them was the cause of her death.
She had been married three times and all three had been unsuccessful. Marilyn carried consequences of the past: a difficult childhood with a mentally ill mother. They raped her twice. Pushed by a neighbor, she married a policeman, James Dougherty, with whom she was united, without being truly in love, from 1942 to 1946. Already in his cinematographic splendor, the baseball ace, Joe Di Maggio became her second husband , although their union barely lasted a year, between 1954 and 1955. The following year, the playwright Arthur Miller, fascinated by her, did not hesitate to marry, becoming not only her husband but her pygmalion until 1961. Until he couldn't keep up with the diva's pace of life. He bitterly remembered her in After the Fall. The love affairs that she later had with Yves Montand, Laurence Olivier, Marlon Brando and other celluloid celebrities were little more than pastimes for a woman in need of affection and understanding, more than desirous of s-x, which undoubtedly made her happy, although not as much as what she always aspired to. Feeling permanently protected, because she suffered from panic and stage fright in her profession: she did not learn the scripts, she was late, she drove producers, directors and actors crazy, who had to put up with her whims, the most common being six or seven hours late for the filming. And she on top of her sometimes looking deplorable for being insomniac, for abusing drugs. It was not the invention of her enemies: I was corroborated by Tony Curtis, her partner in With skirts and like crazy.
The last months of Marilyn's life were, in summary, like this: on May 19, 1962, she attended John F. Kennedy's birthday party at Madison Square Garden in New York, to whom she sang " Happy Birthday." It seems that that night, while Jackie was traveling in the state of Virginia, the President and Marilyn slept for the last time after being estranged for a long time. He returned to Hollywood to join the filming of Something to give, where he shared a truly stellar cast, with Dean Martin and Cyd Charisse (whom he had had enough of because of jealousy. A film that never finished, of which only a few remain. sequences of her in a swimming pool. Marilyn Monroe wanted to appear N* in such scenes and Fox was not willing to oblige her and dissolved the contract. Therefore, for the filmography of the star, Rebel Lives remains as the last film she released. Clark Gable did his last job, to which Marilyn's treatment with the entire team, including him, could have contributed to the point that shortly after filming ended, he died.
Without a movie in sight, with nothing to occupy herself, Monroe did not stop drinking at will and taking pills at all hours. She kept calling Bob Kennedy, but he had changed his phone number on purpose. Enraged, she was willing to hold a press conference where she intended to tell everything she knew about the President and her brother. She would never get to summon it. She visited her psychiatrist, she drove him crazy calling him at all hours, even at dawn. She would agree to pose for Vogue in what was going to be her last report of her, still beautiful, exciting, full of "glamour" at thirty-six years old. She arrives on August 4 of the same year, 1962. Learning that Robert is in San Francisco, she tried to locate him from Los Angeles, without success. She then continued to use the phone. She talked with Marlon Brando, with Peter Lawford, with whom she excused herself for the dinner she was invited to at his house. The white-haired gallant sensed that something was wrong with her friend, that she only told him that she was a little unwell. And when he hung up the receiver he tried to get back in touch with Marilyn.
As much as he tried, it was impossible. Marilyn Monroe's home phone was already busy. Most likely it was off the hook. From those moments, mid-afternoon of the aforementioned August 4, nothing was heard from Marilyn Monroe. Only after midnight the housekeeper tried to get into her room, but she was locked. She was alarmed. The mansion was big. She could not hear any noise, if someone, as suspected, entered the star's bedroom.
