Charles Manson was known as prophet, a singer, a messiah - and then a mass murderer. But what the public didn't know was that behind the façade he so cleverly conveyed to his followers - and victims - was a little boy in a man's body, one who had never known a loving touch or a sincere hug or a tender kiss.
Abused as a child, Charlie was passed around by his mother's boyfriends, who performed licentious acts upon him to further his education in the cold, cruel ways of the world that awaited him in manhood. He bled. He screamed until his throat itself felt like it would bleed. As an adult - murderous, robotic, systematically programmed to do what he was told regardless of the repercussions - he had forgotten anything and everything he ever wanted; he had been convinced he already had everything he would ever need: his music, his followers, and the urge to kill and kill again.
Growing Up Charlie is a bird's-eye view into the mind, heart, and soul of a man whom our own society created - and then locked away and threw away the key to hide the truth.