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ANTHONY DELANO
Joyce McKinney and the Manacled Mormon


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Mirror Books, London, 1978
(price: 75p; 148 pages + 16 pages b/w photos)


The blurb on the back:

She called herself Little Miss Perfect.
But the Mirror's shrewd investigators soon discovered how much more there was to the 'innocent' and beguiling Southern belle who first hit the headlines in the bizarre affair of the Mormon missionary who claimed she had 'kidnapped' him.
Now read the full, amazing story for the first time, including:
*  How she tried - and failed - to win an Osmond.
*  How she marketed her weird sexual services - but may still be a virgin.
*  PLUS the full story of how she made 25,000 in eighteen months in order to run down Kirk Anderson, the man she had vowed to win back at any cost...
Written by Anthony Delano, Chief US Correspondent of the
Daily Mirror, one of the team that tracked down the truth about the amazing Joyce McKinney.


opening lines:
The face is unforgettable now. Heart-shaped. A little lacking in chin which, with the too-high forehead, always kept it on the losing side of beautiful.


I've done a couple of Internet searches for Joyce McKinney, and there's virtually nothing there at all. It's almost like she never existed. And yet for a few months back in the days of Jim Callaghan and Johnny Rotten, she was one of the biggest tabloid stories we'd ever seen. If you were around at the time, then the words 'Joyce McKinney and the Manacled Mormon' should send you hurtling back to your youth, but in case you weren't - or in case you've forgotten the details - let me remind you of the salient points of the story.

Ms McKinney was a brilliantly intelligent, erstwhile Miss Wyoming who came out of the Appalachians to join the Church of the Latter Day Saints (better known as the Mormons) and who, after failing to get off with Wayne Osmond, began a relationship with a certain Kirk Anderson. When he decided he'd had enough, she became seriously infatuated, following him around the country and harrassing him to such an extent that eventually he requested a posting overseas. Which is how he came to be in London in 1977.

But her determination to find him was greater than his ability to escape - she hired a private detective, tracked him down and came to Britain. With her was a friend, Keith May, whose position was always ambiguous, or at least unenviable: he seems to have been besotted with Ms McKinney, but to have accepted that he stood no chance of getting anywhere because of her own obsession with Anderson.

McKinney and May then proceeded to kidnap Anderson, threatening him with replica guns, bundling him into a car and taking him to a rented cottage, where he was held captive for three days. Whilst there ... well, look, this is how the London Evening News of 23 November 1977 reported the committal proceedings at Epsom magistrates court:

A young Mormon missionary told today how an ex-beauty queen kidnapped him and then made love to him while he was chained to a bed in a lonely cottage.
Kirk Anderson, 21, said the girl, Joy McKinney, and her friend, Keith May, tied down his arms and legs with leather straps, padlocks, chains and rope, so that he was spreadeagled.
May then left the room while Miss McKinney tore off his blue silk pyjamas.
'She grabbed my pyjamas from just around my neck and tore them from my body.
'The chains were tight and I could not move. She proceeded to have intercourse.
'I did not want it to happen. I was very upset.' (p.49)

That's the essence of the story and you can probably understand the media meltdown that resulted. You've got most of what you need for a decent tabloid sensation right here: an attractive young woman, a serious young man, kinky sex, and a religious group that might as well have been a cult for all the British hacks knew of the Mormons.

Ms McKinney
A bewigged Joyce McKinney in Bound To Please magazine

But more than that, Ms McKinney herself was sensational. It wasn't just that photographic evidence of her modelling career began to become available - though the pictures of course were eventually printed - but more that when she finally got into the witness-box during a bail hearing, she revealed herself to be a star. She spoke in a Southern drawl that was fabulously exotic in itself and she had no apparent inhibition, absolutely no sense of reticence at all. Twenty-five years later and social standards have changed in Britain, but in 1977 people simply didn't stand up in court - particularly at a bail hearing in a magistrates court, when there was no need to say anything - and explore the intimate details of their and their partner's sex-lives:

'Kirk has to be tied up to have an orgasm. I co-operated because I loved him and wanted to help him. Sexual bondage turns him on because he doesn't have to feel guilty.
'The thought of being powerless before a woman seems to excite him.
'I didn't have to give him oral sex ... I did do it at his request because he likes it.' (p.98)

And in her most famous phrase, she declared: 'I loved Kirk so much that I would have skied down Mount Everest in the nude with a carnation up my nose.' (p.96)

The 'papers lapped it up. So apparently did the magistrates, who released her on bail and then presumably went home for a quiet lie-down.

We could hardly wait for the real thing, the actual trial, when Ms McKinney would be charged with kidnapping. (The charge of rape could not then brought when the victim was a man, and anyway there wasn't anyone in the country who gave a toss about the alleged victim of the alleged crime: the prevailing opinion then - as it would probably be now - was that he must have enjoyed it. Curious double-standards we sometimes display, no?)

And then Joyce McKinney did a runner. The trial was due to start in May 1978, but she wasn't there - she'd jumped bail, fled the country and arrived in America, via Ireland and Canada. At which stage, the tabloids really went wild. Without the sub judice restrictions, they were able to print all the salacious details they'd acquired of her career in soft-core porn and every last piece of tittle-tattle that had accumulated around this extraordinary woman.

The Daily Mirror led the pack, having built up a far more substantial dossier than their rivals. At a time when The Sun was beginning to take over as the most popular 'paper in the country, the Mirror had a fabulous story with which to fight back. It went to town and back again, even producing this book as an enduring tribute to their coverage. And it's a fantastic read. Really top quality tabloid sensationalism, with the story padded out to fill up a paperback and 16 pages of photos. You don't often see it around, but take my advice: if you do come across it, leap on it and lap it up.

Later - after this book was published - Joyce McKinney was sentenced in her absence to one year's imprisonment. As far as I know, she has never re-emerged, leaving us with just one day's testimony in court and a handful of contacts with journalists. She remains the ultimate tabloid story.

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Joyce McKinney and an unknown
assailant in
Triumph magazine


ARTISTIC MERIT: 2/5
ENTERTAINMENT VALUE:
5/5
HIPNESS QUOTIENT:
5/5


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