Bonnie Parker (1910-1934) and Clyde Barrow (1909-1934)
I must confess to a certain fascination for this couple. Although I have no intention of glamorizing violence, they do seem like Robin Hood and Maid Marian reborn into the 20th century. Their “love” story has been brought back into focus by the film “The Highwaymen”, which I watched on Netflix last night.
Here’s the birth chart of Bonnie Parker:
The timing is randomized. Scorpio Rising seems appropriate. And all her unrealized potential is shown in the double stellium of the Moon, Mercury and Venus in Virgo, and the Sun, Mars and Jupiter in Libra (11th and 12th Houses respectively). That Sun/Mars conjunction could account for her temper, both inconjunct to Saturn (her feeling of being suffocated by life). The other inconjunct connects Uranus in Capricorn with the Midheaven in Leo. This girl was itching to break free.
Here’s Clyde Barrow’s birth chart:
All the astrological sites list his birth time as 10:55 am. Why? Because Pluto is then conjunct his Gemini Ascendant. Instead, I have rectified his chart to show the timing of getting into trouble with the law, and his subsequent change in behaviour, Sun/Saturn. Like Bonnie, Clyde’s Pluto should be in the 8th House of Death. This places the Moon at about 25 years of age. The ‘accidental’ Yod pointing at the Midheaven is supported by Venus in Pisces and Uranus in Capricorn. Note that Mars is conjunct to Uranus. The other inconjunct connects the Sun and Jupiter.
Here are their combined charts:
Well, that was unexpected! The resulting conjunction between their Ascendants shows that they were destined to find themselves in each other’s lives. If accurate, they both lived during the 14th century. Hmm. The Robin and Marian connection, perhaps? (Do you see how I get hints long before I find my ‘proof’?)
And their joint Yod involves Clyde’s Pluto and Midheaven being inconjunct to Bonnie’s Uranus. Because Clyde’s Mars/Uranus conjunction is in the same place as Bonnie’s Uranus, this is powerful, indeed. (And their Plutos and Midheavens are also conjunct.)
Here’s their joint death chart:
The long arm of the law is demonstrated by Saturn @ 28 Aquarius being inconjunct to the ‘event’ Ascendant @ 28 Cancer. Pluto (the Destroyer) is within 5 degrees of the Ascendant. They were never going to be taken alive.
Bonnie Gets the Last Word:
The Story of Bonnie and Clyde
You’ve read the story of Jesse James
Of how he lived and died;
If you’re still in need
Of something to read,
Here’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde.
Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang,
I’m sure you all have read
How they rob and steal
And those who squeal
Are usually found dying or dead.
There’s lots of untruths to these write-ups;
They’re not so ruthless as that;
Their nature is raw;
They hate all the law
The stool pigeons, spotters, and rats.
They call them cold-blooded killers;
They say they are heartless and mean;
But I say this with pride,
That I once knew Clyde
When he was honest and upright and clean.
But the laws fooled around,
Kept taking him down
And locking him up in a cell,
Till he said to me,
“I’ll never be free,
So I’ll meet a few of them in hell.”
The road was so dimly lighted;
There were no highway signs to guide;
But they made up their minds
If all roads were blind,
They wouldn’t give up till they died.
The road gets dimmer and dimmer;
Sometimes you can hardly see;
But it’s fight, man to man,
And do all you can,
For they know they can never be free.
From heart-break some people have suffered;
From weariness some people have died;
But take it all in all,
Our troubles are small
Till we get like Bonnie and Clyde.
If a policeman is killed in Dallas,
And they have no clue or guide;
If they can’t find a fiend,
They just wipe their slate clean
And hand it on Bonnie and Clyde.
There’s two crimes committed in America
Not accredited to the Barrow mob;
They had no hand
In the kidnap demand,
Nor the Kansas City depot job.
A newsboy once said to his buddy;
“I wish old Clyde would get jumped;
In these awful hard times
We’d make a few dimes
If five or six cops would get bumped.”
The police haven’t got the report yet,
But Clyde called me up today;
He said, “Don’t start any fights
We aren’t working nights
We’re joining the NRA.”
From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
Is known as the Great Divide,
Where the women are kin,
And the men are men,
And they won’t “stool” on Bonnie and Clyde.
If they try to act like citizens
And rent them a nice little flat,
About the third night
They’re invited to fight
By a sub-gun’s rat-tat-tat.
They don’t think they’re too tough or desperate,
They know that the law always wins;
They’ve been shot at before,
But they do not ignore
That death is the wages of sin.
Some day they’ll go down together;
And they’ll bury them side by side;
To few it’ll be grief
To the law a relief
But it’s death for Bonnie and Clyde.
— Bonnie Parker 1934