Cordelia (Cory Beach Levy) Becker Synanon Resident 1967-1990
I was disappointed, no, devastated at how Synanon devolved. After Synanon ended I had to figure out how to survive so I didn’t have time to process, defend or vilify the place. I’m older now, isn’t nostalgia one of the requisites of old age. Despite the diaspora most of my best friends, I met in Synanon. Not one of them is a violent criminal.
With this website, we are not attempting to rewrite history or revive Synanon. I am interested in the other truths about Synanon as told by people who actually lived there. There are dozens of places where people can find the damning dirt. I’ve gone to some of those places and the fact that much of it is true is depressing and confirms some of my first dark perceptions of what was happening when I lived in Synanon.
I find solace in Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. Marc Anthony’s speech at Caesar’s grave. He came not to praise but to mourn him. I suppose this doesn’t apply if you never loved or even liked Synanon but it speaks to me. In hindsight, I suppose, I wish I had been more like Brutus.