July 9, 2016

My brother, Timothy John King, would have turned 51 years old today. He was murdered March 22, 1977, when he was 11. On what would have been his 51st birthday, his murder and those of at least three other Oakland County, Michigan children, remain unsolved and their families kept in the dark about exactly what the evidence and the investigations revealed and mistakes that were made. One more year; one more notch in the belts of those who would keep these heinous crimes buried like these four kids who never got another birthday. 

Snuff Films

This is a comment I received today from a reader.  I think it merits its own posting.  When I first started looking into this case in the mid-2000’s (when I got kicked in the face with the realization of how very wrong this investigation was), I spent some time looking into the world of child pornography, the first federal legislation specifically criminalizing child porn in the late 1970’s, Frank Shelden, Gerald Richards, Adam Starchild and their cronies.  In addition to brief newspaper articles, there were a number of articles written in a wide variety of magazines about the hidden world of child pornography.  Going old school with the Index of Periodicals in a couple different libraries, I read quite a few of them in bound volumes of old magazines.  Believe it or not, in many cases pages were ripped out–the beginning pages where there were redacted photos of kids who had been victimized.  I remember how dizzy and ill I felt when I read about snuff films and considered this possibility in these cases.  The reader commented as follows.  (*I need to point out that the word “queer” does not mean pedophile.  Pedophilia is criminal behavior.  Homosexuality is not.  Lots of mistakes were made in this investigation back in the day because investigators confused homosexuality and pedophelia.  Some people still make this leap in logic, which is unacceptable.  Murderers and pedophiles (most of whom are actually heterosexual) are perverts.  On that, I can agree).

“I would bet big money that the older looking creep that was seen with Chris Busch when he trying to lure your brother Timmy away. Was ARCH SLOAN! Arch Sloan worked In some capacity with cars. In auto repair or a gas station, nonetheless, he had opportunity to use different cars for pedophilic activities. It would be a really good thing if Arch Sloan would give up all of these WEIRDOS. But sicko queers do not like to turn other queers in,because they think that what they do is okay. These two perverted baby killers took all of their directions from Frank Shelden. Frank Shelden, like other pedophiles, uses everybody and everything! Arch Sloan and Chris Busch were Frank Shelden’s personal suckers. Neither one of these men made a dime off of their twisted movies or torture that they put innocent kids through. Frank Shelden took all the snuff movies that these sicko perverts made. Than he fled to Europe. What a sickening PERVERT! I cannot say that his soul will burn in Hell, because these kinds of WEIRDOS would really enjoy this. I just hope that the families of all those murdered kids find peace and justice very soon. My prayers will be with you always. Please do not disclose my name. I know exactly how you feel, as a sicko queer killed my beloved mother. I will never understand how these PERVERTS find any justification in their sick acts. Thanks loads.”

The person asked not to be identified, which of course I respect, and I extend empathy for the death of the person’s mother.  While I was in the comments folder, I found a lot of comments I had not approved and should have.  People send me comments and ask that they be kept private and I try never to make the mistake of posting in that case.  Apparently there were quite a few comments in that folder waiting for “approval” that were not designated private.  I apologize.  The other situation where a comment doesn’t get posted and finds its way into a save folder is when the comment is freak show material.  Rambling stuff that is actually quite disturbing.  Won’t go there, sorry.  As I have posted before, if you want to contact me and do not want your comment or question posted, start the comment with DO NOT POST.  If you want your comment posted but want to make sure your real name isn’t attached, let me know that, too, and I will take care of it.

The OCCK Labyrinth

In Greek mythology, Daedalus built an elaborate labyrinth to trap and hold the Minotaur, a monster-like creature with the head of a bull and the body of a man. Unlike a maze, a labyrinth has an unambiguous route to the center and is generally ultimately not difficult to navigate. It just takes patience. Misfeasance and malfeasance turned the OCCK case into a maze, with many discarded choices of path and direction that were left as dead ends. If this case were ever to be solved, which I don’t believe it ever will be, the path to the Minotaurs in this case would be so obvious. The people who took part in turning this into a maze and obscuring truth—or managing justice in their own way–must have reveled in how they were able to keep a lid on the most heinous unsolved case in America. Yes, most heinous. Kids abducted, kept alive for days or weeks, tortured and raped, then dumped like garbage on roadsides. All kinds of Dirty Harry business to “end the case” and prevent any closure. I defy you to find a Netflix series or something on Amazon that makes this pale in comparison.

I try not to blog very often any more on my brother’s case. It makes my head hurt and reminds me how fruitless an exercise this is. I’ve meant to respond to a number of posts and to address a number of other issues, but it is such a Pandora’s Box. Emails and phone calls always follow and I need to be prepared for that. To those who have sent emails I have not responded to, including Jared K., M.C.P., Jack K., Rita C. and Patrick, C, thank you for your emails and please forgive my long silence.  And please, I have a busy day tomorrow, so don’t inundate me.  There’s literally nothing I can do except post your comments here.  That takes bravery on your part.  And thank you to those that do.  But me call the cops with your information?  Seriously?  Ten years of beating my head against a wall convinces me that just getting this stuff out in the open is the only hope.  The only hope that this kind of investigation NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN.  That four kids, one after another, don’t have to die as people fuck up, and drop the ball, and don’t ask for help from other agencies, and cave to the pressure of wealthy relatives, and kill people they think are involved thinking it is a legitimate “end” to a crime spree, and lie their asses off to victims’ families.

Oakland County had and has a wicked underbelly. Truly. Lie, conceal and destroy files as much as you will, you will never shake this darkness. Especially because you never confronted it. Any time you combine pedophilia, child porn, big wealth/power and suburban police departments/officials, you are going to have a conflagration of sorts that will wipe out all kinds of evidence and all guilt surrounding what took place. Minotaur? What Minotaur?!

First, I have meant to give readers the link to my Dad’s blog he started this year. Many of you have probably already been reading it. I meant to put a post together giving the link and explaining why I don’t blog very often any more. Why I am just trying to play the shitty cards I got dealt the best way I can and often that means not thinking about this stuff very much.   Here is the link to my Dad’s blog, and I think it is important work: http://afathersstory-occk.com/chapter-40-prosecutorial-disclosures-marney-keenan/. This link will take you to the most recent blog entry and you can back track to the beginning. Please check it out.

Second, author J. Reuben Appelman has released an excerpt of a book he has written called 37 Winters: A Cold Case Memoir. https://medium.com/@J.Reuben.Appelman/blood-semen-saliva-prints-3fdab84c73d7#.4sgbx90gd.  I think it is terribly important that it is a memoir because it captures just how this case impacted people in southeast Michigan who lived through the OCCK reign of terror, especially young people. Please read the excerpt. The author pulls together a lot of complexities and turns the maze into a labyrinth. It’s worth your time. I love how Appelman describes his book as being about an “allegedly” unsolved crime. Yeah, pretty much.

I would also like to emphasize two things addressed in the excerpt. First, the involvement of retired Berkley Police Detective Ray Anger. Apparently there are lots of tears out there about his portrayal in this book. Yeah, I said he was dirty and I meant it. Something is so off about his involvement in this case, then and now. And even if you assume he had the best of intentions, his treatment of the boy, now man, described in the excerpt as Sebastian, is reprehensible. I spoke to “Sebastian” well before the author or my brother ever did. His story remained consistent. I believe every word he said. Long gone are the days where police are able to automatically dismiss the words of a child or even an adult. Nice try. I seriously don’t know how you men live with yourselves, but then again, justification and a badge go well together, don’t they?

The Berkley PD, like many police departments, did whatever they wanted back in the day. I understand the impulse and even the action to clean house—pull a Dirty Harry—but surely this case demonstrates how unjust and terribly misguided this was and how really no justice was served whatsoever. And what the Berkley PD did to Sebastian and to others in Berkley defines them as dirty. I don’t care what they did to “take care of business” in the OCCK case. Read about their fellow officer Chris Flynn and make up your own mind. It’s not 1977 anymore, boys. We know what goes on because we’ve seen it captured on video and audio in a thousand other jurisdictions over the decades. What power you had back then and how much you abused it; it is stunning in it’s egregiousness. You must miss the Good Old Days. The comfort of being able to fuck someone over and smirk and smile with the knowledge you will never get busted and that no one will believe a word the other person says.  To put a kid through that is unforgivable.

Second, the book addresses why my brother Chris and I believe the case will never be solved. Chris says it best, so again, please read the excerpt. Basically, it goes something like this—somebody, probably cops, kills the men they think are involved in these brutal crimes. Then, oh shit!!!, Tim King gets abducted. Fuck, we didn’t get everybody! Then in September of 1977, John McKinney gets offed—one more loose end tied up. Whew! Don’t worry about that photo montage in the Birmingham Eccentric in December 1977 where McKinney’s photo is right next to that of a smiling sixth-grader, Tim King, in the “Year’s Stories” segment. Nobody else will die, right? Birmingham is once again safe! Thank god you moved to the suburbs! Others, like John Hastings, flee town. By now he and people like James Vincent Gunnels, Ted Lamborgine and Arch Sloan know to keep their mouths shut. Forever.  They would rather rot in prison.  They are cowards.

But then the big piece of moneyed shit, pedophile Chris Busch, has to go and wreck everything in his attorney-client privileged pre-polygraph interview and talk about his involvement in the OCCK crimes. Then, go figure, he and Berkley PD officer Chris Flynn wind up dead within days of each other in November 1978. Somebody sets up Busch’s suicide scene to nail him as the OCCK—but oh shit! Turns out we can’t go there because (1) his daddy is a big GM CFO and more importantly, (2) the Michigan State Police polygraphed and cleared him in this case two weeks before Tim King was abducted and good old L. Brooks Patterson, Oakland County Prosecutor, told the news Busch was in the clear. Task force closes down within a few weeks—sorry, public. We tried and failed. At least no other kids (we know of) have died.  Pay your taxes and be glad you don’t live in Detroit, dumbasses.  What you don’t know, won’t hurt you.

Do you know that neither L. Brooks Patterson or his #2, Richard Thompson, EVER contacted my parents in the immediate wake of these crimes? Never, not once; not a single update. My Dad did not speak to either of them until after the case was “rejuvenated” (I love that bullshit term) in 2005. Thompson avoided my Dad like the plague. I bet they both took phone calls from H. Lee Busch back in the day.   When Patterson says he if he were still prosecutor, he would gladly give my Dad free access to the OCCK files, I just laugh. Right. Those sanitized files contain nothing worthwhile and you know it.

Here is a comment I received today on an earlier post that reminded me I needed to post:

“Hi Cathy,

I was a teenager in Detroit at the time and my father had a stamp and coin store at Eastland Shopping Center. One of his customers was E. Harwood Rydholm, a big executive at Chrysler. Mr. Rydholm told my dad that the OCCK was the son of a powerful GM exec and that the police were protecting GM’s reputation so he probably wouldn’t be arrested. Mr. Rydholm passed away in 1987. The ghastly part is that Mr. Rydholm told my father this shortly after Kristine Mihelich went missing.”


So, there you have it. And thank you to the poster for that comment. Police will say: Anybody could say that shit. But you know what? A lot of “anybodys” have said this shit. And the fact that the ball kept getting dropped as each child was abducted, tortured, raped, murdered and dumped on a roadside, gave even more reason to take care of justice on the side and serve up a “too bad, so sad,” ending to this unforgiveable mark on Oakland County. And sadly, we all ate it.





The Hastert Rule

Today Federal District Judge Thomas M. Durkin sentenced former United States Speaker of the House Dennis Hastert to 15 months in prison for violating bank reporting rules by structuring bank withdrawals to hide massive payments he made over the years to one of his victims of child sexual abuse.  See http://www.nytimes.com/2016/04/28/us/dennis-hastert-sentencing.html?emc=edit_na_20160427&nlid=67236899&ref=cta&_r=0

Hastert ultimately admitted to being a serial molester of boys when he was the high school wrestling coach at Yorkville High School in Yorkville, Illinois.  Oh, and guess what?  The married father of two sons also was a Boy Scout volunteer with Explorer Post 540 of Yorkville for 17 years, during the time he was a high school teacher and coach.  The sex crimes were well outside the statute of limitations, but federal prosecutors went after Hastert on the banking law violations and for lying to investigators.

“Nothing is more stunning than having ‘serial child molester’ and ‘speaker of the House’ in the same sentence,” said Judge Durkin.  It’s not at all stunning to me.  Having read the very meager Michigan State Police file on their investigation into the pedophile and child pornography ring operating in Michigan in the 1970’s on North Fox Island, this is no shock, no surprise.  And it should not be a shock that people like this have the power to silence their victims and anyone who might make trouble for them.  What’s stunning is that federal prosecutors and this federal judge were not the cowards that Oakland County prosecutors and judges were and are.  They went after Hastert and in some small way vindicated Hastert’s victims.

“Judge Durkin pointed out the vulnerability of Mr. Hastert’s young victims and said they were damaged for years.  ‘If there’s a public shaming of the defendant because of the conduct he’s engaged in, so be it,’ he said.”  Wow.  What a concept.  Can you imagine the shame Hastert’s victims have carried for decades after being raped and sexually abused by him?

I guess the real “Hastert Rule” is:  If you want to molest boys, your best bet is to be a high school wrestling coach and boy scout volunteer.  It’s so obvious, no one will believe it.  At least he had to pay one of his victims a ton of dough over the past decades.  Hey Denny:  The majority of the majority now knows who you really are.


“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.” Martin Luther King, Jr.


According to my messages, my stats are booming!  (Booming–seriously??!) And I have new friends viewing my page on LinkedIn. 


He (cousin of murderer) saw him sexually abusing one of the girls and never saw either of them again. Really, motherfucker?

Many thanks to my friend Tony for sending me the link to the article about the charging of a sex offender with the 1975 disappearance and murders of two pre-teen sisters in Bedford County, Virginia. http://www.nbcwashington.com/news/local/Lyon-Sisters-Mystery-Police-to-Announce-New-Details-315369131.html . Oh my god—it can happen; these kinds of cases can be solved! Forgive me if I observe that in the OCCK case some “untouchables” prevent such an outcome.

First, let me explain why I have been quiet. This shit kills me. It hurts every ounce of my being. And when it interferes with what’s going on with my kids—forget it; it’s gone. We didn’t ask to be victims here—I take control when I decide how and when to respond. I send you to the police—maybe they take you seriously; maybe they don’t. Welcome to the club. We do the best we can. We are not victims—we are responsible people who give as much information as we can to the people with police powers and that is AS MUCH AS WE CAN DO. And trust me, it’s more than most people close to the infection of this case have done. So forgive yourself if you came clean, no one took you seriously (again, join the club), and let’s move on. Maybe even adopt the mantra of those who know they knew shit and didn’t come clean—“At least no one else died.” You came forward and were ignored—join the club. Piecing things together are maybe a little easier now, 38 years later—MAYBE. Depending on if the cops take you seriously. I have no control over any of that. Fuck all of you who think you have control or think you could direct this shit.

OK, let’s talk a little about Lloyd Lee “Michael” Welch, Jr., who was—no surprise—“a person of interest” in the disappearance of 12-year-old Katherine Lyon, and her sister, 10-year-old Sheila Lyon, who were last seen at a Maryland shopping mall on March 25, 1975. Read the names of those girls again. THEY WERE NEVER SEEN AGAIN. THEY FUCKING DISAPPEARED.

Let’s look at this case and compare it to the Oakland County Child Killer case. In the OCCK case there were four defiled bodies, left in public like garbage. Dumped. Defiled. This fucking county—one of the most wealthy on earth—didn’t give a shit; wanted it to go away. I know I am supposed to forgive all of you fucks—but I still hate you. You suck; you let little kids die and gave a pass to wealthy pedophiles and their family members. Fuck you. You should ask all of us for forgiveness, but you never will. I hope you are poisoned by your lack of integrity. But odds are, most assholes will judge me for not forgiving your asses. Fuck that.  Fuck you even though I have to let this go.

In the case of these two young sisters, the news article states police spent 16,000 investigation hours IN THE PAST TWO YEARS. Fifty search warrants and interviewing/interrogating about 100 people.  Ok.  FOUR kids died here; each one held for days at a time and tortured.  Let’s ignore it.  Let’s move on.  Get over it.

Like the OCCK case, people in Montgomery County said they “’can tell you a personal story about how they or their family was impacted,’ said Montgomery County Police Chief J. Thomas Manger at the news conference.” Yeah, ya think buddy?!  In Oakland County, nobody gives a fuck.  Wayne County is different.  Wait and see, you suburban believers in the cops.  Jesus.  Breaks my heart.  How did my parents ever move there thinking it was a step up???

The police chief in the Lyons sisters case observed: “ This case has never left the collective consciousness of this police department, nor our community.” Wow. Haven’t heard shit from the Birmingham Police Department. Ignore and Move On. Better than Protect and Serve. Forgive? Seriously? Ignore and move on, baby.

Here’s a beautiful thing about this case—this guy’s wife has been charged with perjury for being a lying sack of shit about her pedophile, murdering husband. Everyone associated with him who lied should be so charged. THIS IS HOW WE STOP ANIMALS FROM ABUSING CHILDREN AND GETTING AWAY WITH IT. FUCK FORGIVENESS UNTIL YOU CAN MAKE SURE THESE PEOPLE STOP THEIR CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR—YOU ARE CRAZY TO DEFEND THEM!!!!!!  You should all be charged with perjury–you know who you are.  Oakland County–examine your conscience, for god’s sake!!!

More very soon about Catholic Priests in the Detroit area, and our friend Christopher Busch, who shows up as an enrollee in Brother Rice, during the era of some incredibly abusive and criminally responsible priests. Oh man, had I not examined my levels of forgiveness, I would have gladly taken a baseball bat to these men. How unfair that I have to forgive them. They deserve nothing. Yet I am a victim if I don’t forgive them. I’m irresponsible if I don’t forgive you pieces of shitl  Really? Those of you who’ve had a much easier life, please weigh in. Those of you who are working on the case tirelessly, ask yourself how I am supposed to feel? It doesn’t matter—I get that. But I won’t ignore these cases. Silence me? Won’t happen.

More soon about priest shit in the Oakland County area.  It’s worth considering.  Brother Rice–Chris Busch, listed in Classfinders as a Bro Rice enrollee, along with sick fuck priests from that era.  Seriously, search Christopher Busch and Brother Rice.  There you go.  Father Harrington and other dirty bastards–it’s all there.  We’re patient.  It’s all going to come out.  Between me and two other authors, this shit will all surface.  Get ready.  We’ve paid for decades; you’ve skated.  Let’s meet on the rink you sons of bitches.  The cops might not be able to nail you, but we can write about what we found.  And those around you who lied should be charged with perjury and I will stay on top of this to make sure you do.  Yeah, that includes people in the Oakland County Prosecutor’s Office. You can live with yourself like many before you did, but now we are watching.  Let’s see how it goes, ok?