Years later, historians would dispute Ridge’s book, calling it a dime novel. They argued that Murieta was bad man, a mere criminal, and that Gold Rush miners were not prejudiced.
Some writers dispute Rosita’s existence. They claim she was a figment of the romantic imaginations of Victorian-era Americans.
What is undisputed is this: Joaquin Murieta was a pirate, a marauder, a Robin Hood, a freedom fighter, a criminal, fictional, real, and the prototype for Zorro, who stole from the rich and did or did not give to the poor.
The story of Joaquin Murieta became so ubiquitous that every Halloween, when bad children refused to sleep, their mothers would get them into bed by saying, “Hush, or Joaquin Murieta will steal your chocolate.”
This was before psychotherapy, individual tutoring for second-graders, and other modern child-rearing techniques such as teacher collaboration and professional development days. Back then, no one knew that mothers were wrong.
Some say Murieta was killed by lawmen, with his head displayed as a trophy in the mining camps. Others say he continued to rob for the next 50 years. Still others say the bandit who robbed for the next 50 years was not Murieta but was his nephew, Procopio, aka “Red Handed Dick.” Still others say the bandit was Tiburcio Vasquez, the marauder of what is now Foothill Boulevard.
For example, here’s a bit from a story published in the Los Angeles Times, dated April 14, 1874:
“On the 14th of April, 1874, Charles H. Miles, superintendent of the Los Angeles Water Works, accompanied by a friend named Osborne, after a visit of inspection to the reservoir, was returning to Los Angeles in a two-horse Democrat wagon.
“Right where the road curved down through the oaks, Tiburcio Vasquez appeared and said: ‘Hand me your watch and your money, quick!’