documents made it clear to me that the charge was simply sodomy, together with a plethora of ancillary charges.
I asked him what “sodomy of film” meant. He seemed to realize that I wasn’t buying that description of the charge, so he launched into his story.
One of the reasons that he was so very successful at attracting new members to the Waterloo chapter of the Jaycees, he explained, was that he made it fun to be a member. He made it a lot of fun.
The parties that he arranged in support of his membership drives included the showing of heterosexual stag films, the presentationof live girly shows, and, in many instances, the use of prostitutes to convince prospective members that it would be a great idea to join the Jaycees.
This worked, by the way. It worked quite well. After one of these parties, twenty-five new members tripped over themselves to join up in a single night. John had caused the membership of his small chapter to swell to levels never before seen in its history. He was toasted and proclaimed a genius by his peers. Everybody loved John. Apparently, he was not the only man in Waterloo that liked to kiss his wife good-bye as he left for a Jaycees meeting that could have doubled as a Nevada bordello. Once again, John was Man of the Year.
He was planning to run for president of the whole group, and he had the support among most of the membership. He enlisted the help of a local politician and fellow Jaycees member—Donald Voorhees, a businessman and an elected Iowa State senator—to run his campaign. “He wanted to be on the side of a winner, the winning team,” John proclaimed.
That is when John’s super-duper nonstop train to happy town derailed.
Mr. Voorhees had a son, Donald Jr. There was a rumor that the son was a known homosexual and that he was amenable to having sex with men for money. Gacy could not resist. He approached this fifteen-year-old boy and, as he tells it, offered to pay him for sex. The two haggled over the price but eventually agreed on the payment of $5 for oral sex. Gacy reports that he could not reach a climax as a result of this encounter and said that Donald Jr. owed him one, to which the young man agreed. A relationship grew between the two, and they had oral sex on at least two other occasions, according to John. John became a friend to the father and a friend to the son, unbeknownst to either. At some point, young Donald needed money. He wanted to buy an amplifier, and he went to Gacy to borrow money. When Gacy insisted on sex, the young manthreatened to expose their relationship to his father and others. The situation exploded into a scandal—ownership of certain stag films, which were in the possession of the senator, was attributed to John. This resulted in accusations being exchanged between both parties, ultimately resulting in John being charged with several felony counts. John Gacy was sentenced to the maximum sentence of ten years in prison. A presentence report classified him as an “antisocial personality,” but he was still recommended for probation.
Gacy lost his wife, his children, his good standing in the community—he lost everything. Most importantly, while he languished in jail, he lost the man he could never please. His father died on Christmas Day 1969, and in keeping with his prediction, he would always remember his son as a dumb and stupid faggot and a failure.
We then discussed Gacy’s plan to turn his life around after he was paroled. He had started a new business, which was quite successful, and he had reentered society. Once again he was becoming a respected civic and community leader, a precinct captain, the leader of the Polish Constitution Day Parade in Chicago. Hell, he had just recently been rubbing elbows with the president’s wife, Rosalynn Carter, for chrissakes. She was the guest of the city for the parade. They had been pictured together.
John presented himself as a guy with a past who was just trying to put it all behind him
I asked him what “sodomy of film” meant. He seemed to realize that I wasn’t buying that description of the charge, so he launched into his story.
One of the reasons that he was so very successful at attracting new members to the Waterloo chapter of the Jaycees, he explained, was that he made it fun to be a member. He made it a lot of fun.
The parties that he arranged in support of his membership drives included the showing of heterosexual stag films, the presentationof live girly shows, and, in many instances, the use of prostitutes to convince prospective members that it would be a great idea to join the Jaycees.
This worked, by the way. It worked quite well. After one of these parties, twenty-five new members tripped over themselves to join up in a single night. John had caused the membership of his small chapter to swell to levels never before seen in its history. He was toasted and proclaimed a genius by his peers. Everybody loved John. Apparently, he was not the only man in Waterloo that liked to kiss his wife good-bye as he left for a Jaycees meeting that could have doubled as a Nevada bordello. Once again, John was Man of the Year.
He was planning to run for president of the whole group, and he had the support among most of the membership. He enlisted the help of a local politician and fellow Jaycees member—Donald Voorhees, a businessman and an elected Iowa State senator—to run his campaign. “He wanted to be on the side of a winner, the winning team,” John proclaimed.
That is when John’s super-duper nonstop train to happy town derailed.
Mr. Voorhees had a son, Donald Jr. There was a rumor that the son was a known homosexual and that he was amenable to having sex with men for money. Gacy could not resist. He approached this fifteen-year-old boy and, as he tells it, offered to pay him for sex. The two haggled over the price but eventually agreed on the payment of $5 for oral sex. Gacy reports that he could not reach a climax as a result of this encounter and said that Donald Jr. owed him one, to which the young man agreed. A relationship grew between the two, and they had oral sex on at least two other occasions, according to John. John became a friend to the father and a friend to the son, unbeknownst to either. At some point, young Donald needed money. He wanted to buy an amplifier, and he went to Gacy to borrow money. When Gacy insisted on sex, the young manthreatened to expose their relationship to his father and others. The situation exploded into a scandal—ownership of certain stag films, which were in the possession of the senator, was attributed to John. This resulted in accusations being exchanged between both parties, ultimately resulting in John being charged with several felony counts. John Gacy was sentenced to the maximum sentence of ten years in prison. A presentence report classified him as an “antisocial personality,” but he was still recommended for probation.
Gacy lost his wife, his children, his good standing in the community—he lost everything. Most importantly, while he languished in jail, he lost the man he could never please. His father died on Christmas Day 1969, and in keeping with his prediction, he would always remember his son as a dumb and stupid faggot and a failure.
We then discussed Gacy’s plan to turn his life around after he was paroled. He had started a new business, which was quite successful, and he had reentered society. Once again he was becoming a respected civic and community leader, a precinct captain, the leader of the Polish Constitution Day Parade in Chicago. Hell, he had just recently been rubbing elbows with the president’s wife, Rosalynn Carter, for chrissakes. She was the guest of the city for the parade. They had been pictured together.
John presented himself as a guy with a past who was just trying to put it all behind him
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