Mass Murders in Harris County, Houston & Pasadena Texas

By Don Cooper

David Owen Brooks, one of the mass murderers of twenty-eight or more young boys, died of COVID-19 on May 28, 2020, in a Texas prison. At the time I wrote this book, I did not know he died. The book was written by way of my memories of events that happened in my life and up to the time I met David Brooks.

Just two or three days before Brooks turned himself into the Houston Police Station, he tried to lure me to a party in Pasadena, Texas, by telling me there would be lots of girls and drugs. If I would have accepted Brooks's offer, I would have died a terrible death, and my daughter would have never been born.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Newman Springs Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Apr 21, 2021
• ISBN: 9781636922577

Don Cooper

Don Cooper is a retired dairy farmer who lives with his wife Ruth in Fond du Lac County, Wisconsin.  They have six children, sixteen grandchildren, and eight great-grandchildren.  His first book, Dairy Farming: A Way of Life, tells about their struggles as dairy farmers and their faith in God that got them through.  His writings are dedicated to the glory of Jesus Christ and God’s true Word, the Holy Bible.  He has recorded two gospel CDs that are available on his website, www.fcgmusic.com.

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Mass Murders in Harris County, Houston and Pasadena Texas

Don Cooper

Copyright © 2021 Don Cooper

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Newman Springs Publishing 2021

ISBN 978-1-63692-256-0 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-63692-257-7 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Pasadena, Texas, 1973

My Name’s Donnie! I’m No Angel

Gatesville, Texas

Meeting Two Mass Murderers, 1972

The Murders!

Why Did I Write My Book?

To my daughter, Marianne Cooper

Pasadena, Texas, 1973

On a nice sunny afternoon on a Friday, David Brooks pulled his 1969 Corvette over to the curb on Heights Boulevard and Tenth Street, where David’s girlfriend, Bridget Clark, lived at a Heights apartment complex. The year was 1973.

On that nice sunny day, David and Bridget got out of his 1969 Corvette, and Bridget walked to her upstairs apartment. My friend RJ and I were walking down the sidewalk on Heights Boulevard when David Brooks yelled out to me, saying, Donnie, what’s going on?

I said, Not much, David. RJ and I are fixing to catch a bus to Nacogdoches, Texas, to my cousin’s house to go hunting.

Then David said, Donnie, I’m having a big party in Pasadena, Texas, tomorrow with lots of free drugs and lots of pretty girls. Would you like to come?

I said, No, David, I got plans to go hunting with RJ and my cousin.

Then David said, Damn, man. This is going to be a big drug party. And I’ll even come by your apartment and pick you up in my Corvette.

I then said, No, thanks, David. Maybe next time when I don’t have plans.

David said, Okay, man.

Then David started walking to his girlfriend’s apartment.

After David walked away, RJ looked at me and said, Donnie, you don’t never want to go to a party in Pasadena with David.

I asked RJ, Why?

Then RJ said, Just trust me, Donnie. Don’t never go to any party in Pasadena with David Brooks.

I left the conversation go like that.

That weekend, my friend RJ and I took a Trailways bus from Downtown Houston, Texas, on Main Street to Nacogdoches, Texas, to go hunting in the piney woods of East Texas where I was born.

The following Monday, RJ and I arrived back in Houston at the Trailways bus station on Main Street in Downtown Houston, Texas.

At the bus depot in Downtown Houston, I bought a Houston Chronicle newspaper. On the front page, it read, Mass Murders in Houston. The story also read that there was an all-out bulletin and warrant out for one David Brooks for his involvement in the abductions, tortures, murders, and burials of twenty-eight or more young boys, some not yet even in their teens, that were reported missing from the Heights area of Houston over the past three years or longer.

I looked at RJ and said, Damn, man! That mutherfucking David Brooks was trying to lure me too, over to a torture chamber on Friday by telling me he was having a big drug party Saturday with lots of free drugs and lots of pretty girls.

Then RJ said, I told you Friday that you don’t want to go to any party in Pasadena, Texas, with David Brooks.

I then said, Damn, RJ, you knew David was trying to lure me to Pasadena to hang me on a torture board and kill me. But instead of telling me outright, you just said I don’t never want to go to a party in Pasadena with David Brooks.

That’s when my friend RJ said, Donnie, David tried to recruit me to help in his crimes, and I turned him down. RJ said that he could have gotten a brand-new Corvette if he would have joined David.

RJ said that in 1969, David Brooks was lured over Pasadena, Texas, to the home of Dean Corll by Elmer Wayne Henley and that Dean Corll had tied him to the torture board and was going to sodomize, torture, and kill him. But David started crying and begging for his life. And David was spared and untied from the torture board after he told Dean Corll that he would lure young boys over to his home so that Dean could sodomize, torture, and murder the young boys. RJ told me that Dean Corll had bought the 1969 Corvette brand-new, right off a showroom floor from a car dealership. David and Elmer