I can say only one thing with certainty
about the mystery of Aimee Semple McPherson, and that is that the
evangelist’s rumored romantic partner, radio engineer Kenneth
Ormiston, was having no trouble locating sexual partners. When he
first talked to the cops in early June of 1926, Ormiston denied
having run off with Sister Aimee. Yes, he admitted sharing various
hotel rooms with an attractive young woman during a holiday drive up
the California coast, beginning in Santa Barbara. But that woman, he
insisted, was not Sister Aimee. But, he added before he disappeared
again, chivalry prevented him from identifying his companion by name.
The press wasted little time tagging the mystery woman with the
sobriquet of “Miss X”, which inspired a whit to say, “What
made the McPherson case so interesting was its “X” appeal”.
Listen, Christ,
You did alright in
your day, I reckon-
But that day’s gone now.
But that day’s gone now.
As the newspapers recounted the
salacious details uncovered in Carmel, Aimee's Antics became the
grist for vaudeville comedians across the nation. A “swell” would
sidle up to a chorus girl and say, “ “I'm a radio man. Are you
Aimee-able?”. Aimee's sermons at her Four Square Gospel tabernacle
in Echo Park, were said to have “sects appeal”. The general
populace was even getting into the spirit of the thing. One morning
the empty “love nest” cottage on Scenic Drive was discovered to
have a sign planted in the front lawn, that read, “Aimee Slept
Here.” It had not been up long before it was modified to read,
“Aimee Slipped Here.”
They ghosted you up a swell story,
too,
Called it Bible-
But it’s dead now,
The popes and the preachers’ve
Made too much money from it.
But it’s dead now,
The popes and the preachers’ve
Made too much money from it.
About the only person not laughing, was
Sister Aimee's mother, Mildred “Sister Minnie” Kennedy (above, left). From the
beginning of their ministry, this Salvation Army warrior had
scheduled her daughter's revivals from the back seat of their 1912
Packard “Gospel Car”. And during the six years of hand to mouth
existence Sister Minnie had handled what little money there was. And
now, just when it looked as if “Sister Minnie” and Sister Aimee
were finally standing on solid financial ground, a tide of bad press was
threatening to wash it all away. That is why I think it was Mildred
who asked the criminal lawyer Roland R. Wooley to plug the hole in
her dike.
“They’ve sold you to too many
Kings, generals, robbers, and
killers-
Even to the Tzar and the Cossacks,
Even to Rockefeller’s Church,
Even to THE SATURDAY EVENING POST.
You ain’t no good no more.”
Even to the Tzar and the Cossacks,
Even to Rockefeller’s Church,
Even to THE SATURDAY EVENING POST.
You ain’t no good no more.”
Ideally, Wooly would have merely gotten
a sworn deposition from Kenneth Ormiston (above) to answer more questions,
but after his statement in early June the radio engineer had
disappeared again, and the police, the District Attorney's office,
not even the mob of newspaper reporters swarming over the case, could
find him. So Wooley invented the witness he needed, by reaching out
to an old college classmate from Salt Lake City, Mrs. Lorraine
Wiseman-Sielaff.
“They’ve pawned you
Till you’ve
done wore out.
Goodbye,
Christ Jesus Lord God Jehova,
Beat it on away from here now.”
Christ Jesus Lord God Jehova,
Beat it on away from here now.”
Lorraine had fallen on hard times, and
been reduced to working as a seamstress. She had even spent a few
weeks in a sanitarium. At a meeting on 15 August, at the law offices
of a friend in Salinas, and for the promise of $5,000 in cash,
Lorraine agreed to say she had been the private nurse to “Miss X”,
Ormiston's shy companion. Lorraine was even willing to hint that
“Miss X” might have been her own twin sister, who was willing to
play along for her own payoff. The ruse would be helped because, the
twins (below) resembled Aimee Semple McPherson. And that was the way, her
story was presented in late August to the headline hungry newspapers,
who gobbled it up.
“Make way for a new guy with no
religion at all-
A real guy named
Marx Communist Lenin Peasant Stalin Worker ME-
I said, ME!
Marx Communist Lenin Peasant Stalin Worker ME-
I said, ME!
Go ahead on now,
You’re getting in the way of things, Lord.”
You’re getting in the way of things, Lord.”
It might have worked, except that a few
days later, Lorraine (above) was arrested in Los Angeles for bouncing
checks. And when payments from Sister Minnie Kennedy dried up after
just a couple of $50 "donations", and "Sister Annie” refused to pay
Lorraine's $1,500 bail on her bad check charge, the seamstress called
the District Attorney. And on 13 September, she reversed her story.
Now, Lorraine told about the meeting in Salinas, and blew up the
entire fantasy, meant to distract the newspapers. And worse, by
confessing her play acting, Lorraine now provided the one thing the
District Attorney's office had been unable to find before: intent
“And please take Saint Gandhi with
you when you go,
And Saint Pope Pius,
And Saint Aimee McPherson,
And big black Saint Becton
Of the Consecrated Dime.”\
And Saint Aimee McPherson,
And big black Saint Becton
Of the Consecrated Dime.”\
District Attorney Asa Keyes now
indicted for conspiracy Lorraine Wiseman-Sielaff , her twin sister,
Sister Aimee, her mother Mildred Kennedy, and Kenneth Ormiston. Also
indicted were the two unknown kidnappers, identified as “Richard
Roe and Sarah Moe” - just in case there had actually been a staged
kidnapping. The criminal code provided the same punishment as, “provided
for the punishment of the commission of the said felony or act.”
In other words, by successfully covering up their crime, the
conspirators were now subject to the punishment they had avoided.
Said one magazine, “Like the melodramas of old, or the slam - bang
movie serials of today, the McPherson case, puzzling an avid public'
month after month, burst into new and startling climaxes whenever
there seemed a possibility of the story fizzling out.” .
“And step on the gas, Christ!
Move!
Don’t be so slow about movin?
The world is mine from now on-
And nobody’s gonna sell ME
To a king, or a general,
Or a millionaire.”
The world is mine from now on-
And nobody’s gonna sell ME
To a king, or a general,
Or a millionaire.”
Langston Huges
Published in “Negro Worker”
(Nov.-Dec. 1932)
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