About Max

Posted: May 17, 2012 in Uncategorized

How is it that I, a 66 year old successful professional woman living in New York City, have come to have acquaintance with a young man who has lived his 18 years in New Orleans, daring to be difficult, provoking those in authority positions to institutionalize him for his misdeeds, thievery and disturbed behaviors, and living out his plan, as he himself said of “ruining (his) life”? It is only through unforeseen circumstances of the most morbid kind that this young man, Max Hoppens, has arrived in my life, destined to stay for a good long time.

If ever there was a true-life rendition of The Truman Story, the life of Maxim Hoppens would count as such. Since his adoption from Russia, with his sister, at the age of five into a devoted and loving New Orleans family, Max has been evaluated, studied, tested, treated and medicated — and each of these for both physical and psychological conditions.

According to his mother’s own words, Max is a contradiction of severe proportions:

              To most people he is attractive, charming, polite, respectful, helpful and passive.  He has many talents the best of which is his artwork.  He draws excellent pencil and ink sketches of people, cars, crosses and symbols.  He is a fairly good athlete, plays the trumpet, and writes poetry and short novels.  He currently gets along with almost everyone if he desires to do that.

              To those who get to know him he is cunning, manipulative, deceitful, and an accomplished liar and thief.  He has little if any remorse about the things he has done wrong and will not accept responsibility for his actions but instead blames others because they caused it.  He has learned to skillfully debate why his choices are correct and others are wrong.  He cannot be trusted around money or objects that he may want because he will steal them.  He has rarely accepted rules and consistently breaks normal social barriers as though they do not pertain to him.  He does not seem to have a conscience.

Through Max’s life, there were signs of his anti-social predilection. In his mid-teens, the most severe manifestation of his emotional disturbance was his repeated molestation of his sister. But the true danger of his disorder caught up with him when, after being ejected from his parents’ home, he murdered a man who had developed great compassion for Max, understood his unhappy life circumstances, befriended him, attempted to assist him in his life, and had given him shelter.

The victim of Max’s cold-blooded murder was my brother, David M. Goldberg, a 67 year old gay man.

Max was arrested a week after my brother’s murder, and remains in jail as he awaits either a trial or a plea bargain.

Comments
  1. Kenneth LeClair says:

    David,was a best friend and confidant for 44 years…….I miss him daily and my grief is compounded by the thoughts and needs I no longer have David to share with….I miss his sense of humor and his understanding of life around him..I was afraid for him many a time as he trusted and shared his life with people who in the end betrayed him…my last words to him wre concerning Max..”This is not going to end well”……2 weeks went by with David not answering his phone or returning messages or e-mails..I knew he had been murdered and was afraid to call you and so I googled David Goldberg,New Orleans ..and my fears were borne out….trying to make sense out of a senseless murderous act is fruitless………Max is evil incarnate and played the scorpion to David’s frog…I will miss David until I see him again at the resurrection….

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