by Gregg Olsen
Some non-Amish said they had heard that the boy was left in the sleeper because the Amish always bury their dead in a blue shroud. It makes for a nice theory, but it is untrue.
If, for the sake of argument, Danny was murdered, what was his father’s motive? Texas investigators feel that Danny had knowledge of the murder in Texas and that Stutzman had to shut him up. Sam Miller’s testimony before the grand jury validated that supposition when he said that the boy was in the truck as Eli and Sam returned from being questioned at the sheriff’s office. It was then that Stutzman admitted his guilt while Danny looked on, unfazed. Yet, if the motive was that Danny knew too much, why did Stutzman take the boy to Wyoming, where he could have told anyone?
If Danny hadn’t, in fact, talked about the murder, as Dean and Margie Barlow told Jack Wyant and Gary Young, it wouldn’t be so extraordinary. Danny had been a victim of child abuse, and compliance to a parent’s demands or threats is routine in such cases.
The motive might have been simpler. Eli Stutzman didn’t want the boy, but he didn’t want the Amish to raise him. Stutzman, as evidenced by his personal letters back home to friends in Ohio, continued to play the game of a good, but misunderstood man. He couldn’t have Danny ruin him in the eyes of the people he believed still admired him. Danny had knowledge of the murder. At his father’s bidding, Danny had participated in and seen much of the gay life-style.
The renegade Amishman wasn’t exaggerating when he told Kenny Hankins that he’d rather see his son dead than be raised by the Amish.
Ida Stutzman’s death, though equally sinister, is easier for many to comprehend. Stutzman, a mentally unstable gay man trapped in the rigid world of the Amish Ordnung, might have seen only one way out of his marriage. His fabrications and embellishments of the story of the barn fire are as incriminating as the incredibly unlikely sequence of events the day the pregnant woman died.
Later, when he wrote to another Amish widower, he told the man that the police had determined that lightning caused the fire, and that a doctor had determined that she had suffered a heart attack. Both were stories that he originated. Both were part of a setup to get him away from Ida, and away from the Amish.
Was Stutzman mentally ill, or was he merely adept at manipulation? It’s interesting to speculate. From the time he left the notes for Mose Keim to find, or wrote the letters to himself at Stoll Farms, he found elaborate setups effective. He knew that such tactics made him the subject of sympathy rather than disdain. The night of his breakdown, one year after Ida’s death, smacks of a setup—it was perhaps Stutzman’s finest performance. If he had told the Gingeriches he wanted them to leave, he would be admitting he no longer wanted an Amish life. Stutzman didn’t want to look bad. A breakdown was his answer.
Pathological liars often embellish falsehoods with unnecessary details to prove their words are the truth. Stutzman did this repeatedly and recklessly.
It was five years ago this Christmas season that Chuck Kleveland found the boy in the blue sleeper. Five years ago, amid darkness and the howls of wind and drifting snow, the nightmare of an abused child ended when his father’s car crossed the state line into Kansas.
Danny Stutzman has been dead half as long as he lived.
Toys and flowers still decorate his tiny grave and pay tribute to the victim of the dark and dangerous life ordained by his father. The dead boy’s spirit calls for the truth, and someday that spirit might even be answered.
As Jack Wyant once said, drawing on a cigarette and surveying the volumes of Little Boy Blue notebooks he keeps handy in his office, “Someone, somewhere, knows.”
A MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR
Of all the subjects of my books, I probably have had more consistent interest from readers about Eli Stutzman and the crimes portrayed in Abandoned Prayers. In the fourteen years since the book was first released, I have received thousands of inquiries about the Amishman who dumped his son’s body in rural Nebraska. Most want to know if he died in prison, as if such a demise would be fitting retribution. They are uniformly disappointed when I tell them Stutzman is very much alive. Outrage follows when I report that in the spring of 2003 he made parole and was released by the Texas Department of Corrections.
For more on Stutzman and an update on other characters in the book, please visit my web site www.greggolsen.com.
—Gregg Olsen
Olalla, Wash.
2003
