Omaima Aree Nelson
The name Hannibal Lecter is likely familiar to most people as a fictional character who enjoyed eating people. The name Omaima Aree Nelson is likely not so familiar to people. She is a real person who enjoyed eating … her husband.
Now I have written about pedophiles and necrophiles, murderers and rapists, and I have been disgusted and outraged by them all. Somehow Omaima Nelson has added the yecchhh factor that most of the others somehow lacked.
Californian William E. Nelson met Omaima in 1991 in a bar while playing pool. He must have thought he’d really lucked out. Omaima was an attractive, Egyptian-born former nanny and model and only 24 years old. William himself was 56 and a not-so-svelte 230 pounds.
Regardless of these differences, romance blossomed right away. Possibly William’s Costa Mesa apartment and Corvette and money and property were better inducements than his personal attributes, but “love” was in the air. Within days the couple were married.
How does that saying go? Marry in haste, repent in leisure? There was no leisure time for repentance in this marriage.
Most likely William Nelson had no idea that his bride had had a troubled and violent past. Omaima had a history of seducing older men, tying them up during sex and then robbing them. She had even been convicted of tying up and beating up a former boyfriend at gunpoint. Not nice. Pretty sure William wasn’t told of that little episode during their brief and frantic courtship.
Sadly, after only 3 weeks of “wedded bliss” William E. Nelson was separated … from his head, his hands, his ribs, his entrails and so on and so forth.
Pardon me while I shudder.
Omaima the lovely bride had shackled her husband to their bed during Thanksgiving weekend, 1991, as what William thought was a precursor to some sex. Having him completely at her mercy, Omaima then introduced scissors and an iron into the scenario.
William died, likely painfully and horrifically, which was what Omaima had intended. She had wanted his money but not the husband that went with it.
Oh, but what to do with the body? What’s a girl to do?
Disposing of a 6’4″, 230 pound body is not easy for a petite former model, but Omaima Aree Nelson is nothing if not determined. And bizarre.
For the upcoming events, Omaima Nelson decked herself out in red high heels, a red hat and red lipstick.
This is where it gets really yeeccchhh. Consider yourself warned.
For the next few hours, Omaima Nelson was busy decapitating, skinning, dismembering and dissecting poor William Nelson. She spent hours upon hours grinding some of his body parts in the garbage disposal. She filled garbage bags with other body parts and put them in his Corvette, then drove around the county to dispose of them like garbage. And still there was more William Nelson to dispose of.
And all that work made Omaima Nelson hungry.
So parts of the butchered William Nelson were boiled, breaded, deep-fried, dipped in barbecue sauce and eaten by the black widow.
Omaima later joked to police, “Nothing tastes as good as the man I married. It’s the sauce that does it.”
How did she get caught? Because grinding him up, cooking him up, eating him up and tossing him away did not get rid of William Nelson entirely. Omaima Nelson approached two ex-boyfriends to ask for help. ONE of them alerted police.
Randolph J. Pawloski, the prosecutor, had visited the scene of the crime — the Nelsons’ Costa Mesa apartment. It was horrifying. It was a bloody abattoir.
“There were suitcases and plastic bags soaked with dark liquid from his body parts. In the fry cooker there sat Mr. Nelson’s hands and when we opened the refrigerator there was Mr. Nelson’s head with stab wounds,” Mr. Palowski recounted. “She had his entrails in his Corvette and she was trying to get an ex-boyfriend to yank out the dentures from the head so she could dump it in the Back Bay.”
I cannot imagine (and really don’t want to imagine) going into that apartment, with the pools of blood on the floor, the bloody walls and sheets, and then finding hands fried in oil and a boiled head in the freezer. And of course the skinned lower body and torso that were awaiting disposal.
Spare a thought for the police officers and detectives and everyone else that had to visit the scene. Someone should invent a brain bleach to wipe the mind clear of horrors like that.
When the coroner’s office weighed the accumulated body parts, there were 80 pounds of William Nelson unaccounted for.
So Omaima Nelson was caught “red handed” as they say in the Corvette with the entrails.
Needless to say, Omaima Nelson was charged with murder. Did this hellbeast admit her guilt? Hell no! Instead she began bleating about how her husband, the evil William, had tied her hands, kicked her, bit her, grabbed and choked her and threatened to kill her. And he raped her which was awful because when she was a child she’d been beaten by men in Egypt and subjected to female circumcision so she freaked out. It was totally self-defense, doncha know, that she grabbed scissors to protect herself (I thought she was tied up).
“If I didn’t defend my life, I would have been dead. I’m sorry it happened, but I’m glad I lived,” Omaima Aree Nelson said. “I’m sorry I dismembered him.”
Poor helpless Omaima fell into a “trance-like state” after she’d killed William in self-defense and had no memory of hacking him up. Well, she did vaguely recall cutting off his penis and his ring finger and wrapping up body parts.
And Omaima Nelson had actually told the psychiatrist that she sat at the kitchen table with her husband’s ribs and said out loud, “It’s so sweet, it’s so delicious… I like mine tender.” Maybe she should’ve kept that to herself. I wonder if she still had the red hat on.
The Orange County jury found Omaima Nelson guilty of 2nd degree murder in 1993 and she was sentenced to 25 years to life in state prison.
At her parole hearing in 2011, Omaima Nelson stuck to her story of self-defense, and added, “”I swear to God I did not eat any part of him. I am not a monster.” Commissioner Cynthia Fritz then asked her, “What was your purpose in cooking him?” That shut her up.
Omaima Nelson insisted that she had changed from the person she was 20 years ago. Back then she had “look for love in all the wrong places… but now I value my integrity and my journey.” She then added, “I have a strong desire to help others.”
To prove she’d changed, Omaima Nelson told the parole hearing about her conjugal visits with her latest deceased husband, a man in his 70s she’d married while in prison. (What’s with these guys? Are they that desperate for sex they’ll marry lifers who butchered their previous husbands?)
“We had 3-day conjugal visits,” she told the commissioners. “There were knives in the kitchen. He never felt threatened or endangered in any way. I loved him so much.”
This elderly husband could not testify as he had died, naturally one supposes.
William Nelson’s daughter Margaret testified at the parole hearing. She said it best: “I don’t know the adequate punishment for a murderer who doesn’t even leave a family a body to mourn over. But I do know you don’t let her out.”
The parole board did not let her out. They deemed her to be a risk to society. Smart people.
I wish I could end this article with an idea of how William Nelson was when he was alive rather than how he wound up dead. He missed becoming a father-in-law and a grandfather. His daughter characterized him as kind and patient. He is mourned.
Omaima Nelson, may you rot in prison for the rest of your life and in hell thereafter. And may old men beware and stay out of your clutches.
To read about Omaima’s parole hearing, click here.
Should Omaima Aree Nelson be fried up and broiled in hell?
- Yes, with sauce on the side. (96%, 404 Votes)
- No, she was just defending herself from her meal ticket. (4%, 17 Votes)
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