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a Czech mass murderer who killed eight and injured twelve people in a truck attack in Prague on 10 July 1973.

Before the attack, Hepnarová had sent a letter to two newspapers, Svobodné slovoand Mladý svět. The letter was received two days after the murder.

I am a destroyed person. A person destroyed by people. So I have a choice: kill myself or kill others. And I choose this: I WILL GET BACK ON MY HATERS. If I were to leave as an unknown suicide, it would be too cheap for you… I, Olga Hepnarová, the victim of your bestiality, condemn you to the death penalty by running you over and declare that for my life x people are not enough. Acta non verba

From the many hints and direct statements scattered throughout hundreds of pages of investigative and court interrogations, as well as the extensive reports of other forensic experts, we can clearly sense one dominant idea: in the case of Olga Hepnarová, ever since the winter—when, in the words of her friend Miroslav D., she had “hit rock bottom”—this idea grew stronger with each passing month.

Revenge itself, however, was nothing new in her thinking. She had been contemplating it for about four years. During that time, as she later admitted, various ideas had crossed her mind:

“…At first, right at the beginning, I thought about derailing a crowded train by undermining the railway tracks at a suitable location…”

“…I considered a plan to place explosives in a public place with heavy pedestrian traffic…”

“…I was also intrigued by the idea of somehow obtaining a firearm. First I would shoot my parents and my sister, and then perhaps go out into the streets and carry out a massacre with the pistol. Partly for these reasons I attended shooting training organized by Svazarm in Prague 4. Eventually, however, I came to the conclusion that it would be extremely difficult to obtain a weapon illegally…”

“…For a while I was literally fascinated by this vision: I am driving a packed bus toward the edge of a cliff. Everyone around me is screaming in terror, but I keep my hands firmly on the steering wheel…”

She weighed her options and made her decision.

Now, in the spring of 1973, she was thinking more and more—almost exclusively—not about whether to do something like this, but how to do it.

The question naturally arises: why did her resolve harden so relentlessly at precisely that time? This was, of course, also a question that interested the state prosecutors (then still called procurators) when their turn came to question her.

“Why then?” they asked.

“I suppose you can understand that many things had accumulated inside me for many reasons.”

“No, it is not easy to understand. Your living and working conditions were actually better than they had ever been. At your last employer, Prague Communications, you had no major problems, and their evaluation of you was not unfavorable. They accommodated your winter commute by adjusting your morning starting time, and later arranged lodging for you in a boarding house where the conditions were more acceptable than at your cottage. So you could have concluded that not everyone treated you with hostility, as you constantly claim. Didn’t it seem to you that your life was finally beginning to improve?”

“It is true that my job had become more bearable, and I liked the fact that first on the street sweeper and later on the water-sprinkling truck I could work alone, without an assistant. So it might have looked as though everything was fine. But it wasn’t.”

“Why not?”

“My capacity to endure had been exhausted. I sensed that I could bear no more and that my own life was in danger. I kept hesitating and wondering what I should do. Naturally there were two possibilities, which I have already mentioned. I could either kill myself and thereby eliminate all my own problems—or kill other people and thus attempt to eliminate what I considered public problems arising from the fact that people like me, who suffer as I do, live among you. What I mean is that you people indirectly forced me into what happened through the way you treated me. You couldn’t really have believed that I would simply go off somewhere, kill myself quietly, and that would solve everything because the troublesome individual had disappeared.

“Of course I thought about death. I have thought about death since childhood. But I did not want to die without punishment being dealt to those responsible. I repeat: I wanted revenge on those who caused it and destroyed me…”

“Why exactly then?”

“Then—or at some other time. I carried with me an unbearable burden from the past, and my immediate circumstances were no longer decisive. And it is not true that I only began preparing for my act during the period you are talking about. In reality, I had been preparing myself psychologically ever since I came to the conclusion that the fault was not mine but yours—the fault of people. I reached that conclusion ten years earlier, while I was still a schoolgirl.”

“Does that mean that during the last months and weeks before the act, the only question remaining for you was how best to carry it out?”

“More or less.”

”‘More or less’? So you still allowed yourself at least some doubts?”

“I don’t know whether you could call them doubts. I had sworn to myself that I would do it. But under certain circumstances I would have been willing to revoke that oath. For example, if I had been admitted to a psychiatric hospital for a longer period and there met someone like myself—someone with whom I could communicate and whom I could trust completely. But nothing like that happened. And so I decided to carry out the act.”

 I, Olga Hepnarová is a 2016 drama film about Olga’s life

source: https://web.archive.org/web/20230924095234/https://prolificcasefiles.com/olga-hepnarova/ https://archive.org/details/romancilekopratkazaosmmrtvych2010/page/n76/mode/1up