The Death of Ken Rex McElroy–35 year Anniversary

inbroaddaylight_justfront_cover-2McElroyPhoto Several readers have reminded me that tomorrow, July 9, will be the 35th anniversary of the killing of Ken McElroy on the streets of Skidmore, Missouri. “In Broad Daylight,” the story of the killing, was my first book. Although I’ve since moved on to fiction, in “The Joy of Killing,” I think my first book will always mark me as a writer. The story has an almost mythical quality to it, and I’m convinced it will never fade.
A few things are particularly notable: no one on the street that day, has yet to come forward publicly and identify the killers. Many of the people involved in the twenty-year drama are dead, including shooter Del Clement, accused shooter Gary Dowling, the victims of McElroy’s reign of terror, Bo and Lois Bowenkamp, and McElroy’s attorney, Gene McFadin. Many live on, however, including Trooper Richard Stratton, the cop who stood up to McElroy.
The town is fading in vitality. Most businesses have closed. Young people have moved on. Some yards are unkempt and stacked with junk.
The debate continues, as it will forever, about whether justice was done, where the town had the right to take the law into its own hands. Personally, I always sympathized with the town, the situation it found itself in, while being critical of it for not dealing with the situation much earlier. I’m convinced it was not a vigilante killing, in the sense that it was a planned an organized act. The situation blew up, and the predictable happened.

3 thoughts on “The Death of Ken Rex McElroy–35 year Anniversary

  1. “In Broad Daylight” will be timeless. For anyone interested in the true crime genre this is a must read. I imagine the transition from non-fiction to fiction would be a tad difficult, but you handled it flawlessly with “The Joy of Killing”. I hope you continue to write, fiction or non, you are an author that is worth reading.

    Richard Conforti

    • Thanks for your comments and kind thoughts. Transitioning to fiction was an interesting process, requiring kicking into another part of the brain, letting go of the obsession with facts. I’m working on a hybrid now — I worked a year as a prison guard in a max security prison, and I’m writing it part memoir part novel. Tentatively entitled “The Violinist.”
      Thanks gain.

      Harry MacLea

  2. I get the same feeling along the back of my neck when visiting Skidmore the same as I have when I have made a few photographic trips to Mount Carmel in Waco, Texas.

    I have yet to figure out what it is that bothers me so much about the two places, it might just be the mind playing games, but nonetheless it brings about a very uneasy feeling.

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