BOY CRAZY: Three Dead in Ohio

Posted: January 20, 2019 in Uncategorized

The 1970s were an ugly decade to grow up in.

The divorce rate skyrocketed, the economy tanked and pretty much everyone, regardless of political affiliation, was pissed off about Nixon.
And the miasma of misery wasn’t limited to social issues—aesthetically the 1970s were the fatal collision between advances in synthetic fibers and a generation of designers primed on LSD.
The color scheme looked like the Pantone color chart had been kicked in the stomach,
the resultant vomit scooped into a dirty bucket then swirled and splattered onto AstroTurf.

1974 Amityville crime scene photo: 12-year old Marc Defeo’s blood is on the bed but it’s the wallpaper that gives me nightmares

Our Halloween candy bristled with razor blades, the entire decade was awash in avocado-marigold plaids and the only thing uglier than our super-flammable wardrobes were the the national crime statistics.
My peers and I felt a sense of of aggrieved vulnerability, as if we’d been cheated out of the halcyon upbringing guaranteed to suburban youth of yore.
Deprived of the luxury of faceless boogeymen we were the first generation raised with the mental image of Charlie Manson creepy-crawling across our shag-carpeted living rooms,
Helter Skelter in his heart.
The cavalcade of horrors on the nightly news served as a constant reminder our privileged existence as nice kids from nice towns conferred no guarantee of safe passage to adulthood;
if anything our coddled upbringings made us more attractive prey, human veal calves for carnivorous strangers with high-fructose candy.

One nice kid from a nice town who never made it home was twelve-year-old Brad Lee Bellino of Boardman, Ohio.

8am, April 4th, 1972. The carting industry is no place for the faint of heart. When Varie Brothers waste disposal employee Paul Smith peered into the dumpster behind Isaly’s Dairy at 263 Boardman-Canfield Road he was prepared for any manner of maggot-animated refuse but not for the horror his eyes beheld—two child-sized, sneaker-clad feet.

Brushing aside the detritus revealed a small corpse positioned on its side, feet angled upward, a tan belt cinched tightly around its neck.
Brad Bellino’s red, white and blue striped jeans were pulled down below his hips, his shirt hiked up to his armpits.
The slain boy’s tee-shirt, imprinted with a cartoon image of Satan, featured a popular 1970s slogan grimly ironic in context: The Devil Made Me Do It.

An autopsy will reveal Brad had been sodomized and strangled. The belt around his throat—size-small JC Penney-brand, not his own—bears teeth marks indicating possible usage as a gag or restraining device.
Semen is recovered from the fifth-grader’s jeans.
At a press conference Mahoning County Coroner Dr. David Belinky gives voice to the obvious: “The Bellino boy’s death is the act of a degenerate.”

Brad was last verifiably seen at 7pm on Friday, March 31st, four days before the discovery of his body.
The opportunity for his disappearance arose only due to a confluence of events:
Boardman Middle School was closed for the Easter holiday and Brad spent Thursday night at the home of his friend Donald Templeman.
His mother Elissa Bellino, a buyer for Lane Bryant, had given him permission to stay Friday night as well.

Unaware his wife had sanctioned an extension of the sleepover,
Brad’s father Joseph, a steel mill employee, spoke with him by phone early Friday evening and instructed his son to return home.
Donald’s parents usually provided transportation between the two residences—the Templemans lived at 733 Teakwood Drive, two miles from the Bellinos at 61 McClurg Road—but Mrs. Templeman was out shopping at the time and Mr. Templeman was sick in bed with the flu.
Brad therefore departed on foot;
although he did have a prior of history of hitchhiking—a not uncommon practice in the 1970s—it’s unclear if he did so on this occasion.

And just like that the patrolman on the left changed his name to Officer PTSD

Back at the Bellino residence Brad’s father had gone out for the evening and his mother, unaware he had been ordered home, assumed her son was spending the night with the Templemans.
It was only the following day the Bellinos realized the youngest of their four children was missing—Brad’s disappearance was reported to the Boardman Police Department on Saturday, April 1st, at 3:20pm.

Dr. Belinky will later estimate Brad’s time of death at 9pm Saturday, twenty-six hours after he began his journey homeward.
Although unverified—the identity of the witnesses and reliability of these encounters has never been made public—the Youngstown Vindicator  reported several alleged sightings of Brad the day after  his departure from the Templeman residence. He was reportedly seen:


  • At 11am at a Dairy Queen in the neighboring town of North Lima
  • Playing ball at the Southern Park Mall at 2:30pm (he and Donald were there the previous day so this sighting is likely erroneous)
  • Thumbing a ride at an undisclosed location at 4:20pm, one hour after the filing of his missing person’s report


It’s possible all these witnesses were mistaken—false sightings of missing children are not infrequent,
and a twelve-year-old gadding around town twenty-four hours after being ordered home seems an unlikely sequence of events at best.
That said, anything is possible; the precise path Brad Lee Bellino traveled to his trash-strewn tomb has never been definitively ascertained.

For most locals, irrespective of the horrific details—the photo of his dumpstered legs is seared forever on the town’s collective consciousness—the most alarming aspect of Brad’s death was not its abnormality but its familiarity:
his was not the first sexually-tinged child murder in Boardman in the 1970s.
Eighteen months earlier, on December 3rd, 1970, fifteen-year old Thomas Baird was found in an industrial plant parking lot at 4040 Lake Park Road, his skull crushed and his clothing torn from his body.

Thomas had last been seen at 8pm exiting his home at 825 Afton Avenue; at 10pm his friends happened upon his crumpled form a mile and half away,
beaten so badly he was unrecognizable.
Described in the Youngstown Vindicator  as a “good guy” with “no known enemies,”
the Boardman High freshman lingered in the hospital ten days before succumbing to his multiple skull fractures—he briefly regained consciousness but trauma had erased all memory of his assault.

Although the modus operandi in the Baird and Bellino homicides differed in many details the rarity of juvenile murders prompted Boardman detectives to investigate a possible connection between the cases;
no firm link could be established and it appeared the two murders were aberrant occurrences . . . until two and a half years later when the next boy disappeared.

Not only were the 1970s ugly but the ads were weird as hell: looking at you, Isaly’s!

From birth, David Evans had to fight. Born with a birth defect resulting in a malformed left hand missing two fingers,
he endured major eye surgery at the age of six and a daily regimen of insulin injections after being diagnosed as diabetic at the age of ten.
Nothing slowed him down.

A straight-A student at Boardman Middle School, David was an avid athlete despite his tiny stature: 4’10” and 80 lbs. at the age of fourteen.
At 6pm on January 17th, 1975 his father Peter saw him one block from the family residence at 208 Ridgewood Drive.
Stopping briefly to chat, David informed his father he was returning home after visiting Boardman Lake.
Although he was only moments from his front door David never arrived home.

Thong underpants pig sells ham by the hour

An intensive search of the area produced only a single clue, unearthed by his mother Gracia at 11:30pm:
David’s red knit cap, discarded in a roadside ditch one hundred feet from the spot where his father last saw him.
To the Boardman Police Department’s credit,
despite the laissez-faire missing child protocol of the era an abduction investigation was launched without delay—David had left behind his medication, wallet and glasses.
He clearly hadn’t anticipated being gone for long.

As the hours passed the Boardman Police Department’s probe took on a special urgency: as David himself was fully aware, he was due for his next insulin injection at 7:30am.
Without it he would lapse into a coma—likely by 5pm, according to his pediatrician—and then slowly die.
As the critical time period slipped away his loved ones clung to hope and battled despair.


Six days later, January 23rd, 5:15pm.
Realtor Hugh Parks was retrieving his car in a Market Street parking lot when a flash of color in nearby shrubbery caught his eye—closer inspection revealed a denim-clad knee protruding from a snow bank.
Fifteen blocks from home, David Evans’ remains had surfaced less than half a mile from Brad Bellino’s  Isaly’s dumpsite.

Fully clad in the blue plaid jacket, maroon sweatshirt, tan boots and jeans in which he’d last been seen,
David was positioned on his back, hands laid flat on his chest.
One leg stretched-out and the other bent at the knee,
the boy’s clothing pooled at his neck as if he’d been dragged into the bushes by his feet.

This was a devastating time for the Evans family, soon made worse by Mahoning County Coroner Dr. Nathan Belinky.
Dr. Nathan Belinky—not be confused with his brother Dr. David Belinky, of Bellino autopsy and “degenerate” quote fame—insisted, to the consternation of the grieving family and law enforcement that
no crime had been committed: David Evans, Dr. Belinky declared, had died a natural death from diabetes.
The post-mortem report—later criticized as a “comedy of errors” by David’s parents—seemed to indicate otherwise.

 The still-missing Boardman residents referenced are presumably Joanne Coughlin and John Robek 

Admittedly, David’s remains bore no overt indicia of sexual assault and his blood sugar at death was, as the autopsy report noted, “extraordinarily high.”
His body also exhibited, however, injuries which seemed to indicate foul play:
A broken left wrist was detected, as were abrasions under his chin, right eye and left ear.
David also had an inexplicable wound in his back, three inches above his belt line: the puncture, measuring one-inch in diameter, was perfectly round and no corresponding hole existed in his clothing.
A lack of bleeding at the wound site and dearth of swelling around his fractured wrist bone seemed to indicate David’s most severe injuries had been suffered post-mortem—a finding hard to reconcile with a natural death resulting from diabetes.

David’s remains were frozen solid when discovered, precluding an accurate determination of time of death.
It was clear he hadn’t expired immediately after his final sighting on Ridgewood Drive, however—although the comestibles ingested have never been publicized,
David died with a full stomach.
He’d eaten a small sandwich at home at 4pm, and the human digestive tract empties within four hours:
at some point after his disappearance he had apparently consumed a large meal.

Dr. Belinky was resolute: despite these anomalous circumstances no crime had been committed.
David Evans had simply dropped his hat, obtained a mystery meal, walked fifteen blocks to a random parking lot and perished.
His corpse then reanimated, snapping a wrist bone and sustaining a puncture wound—and then lay in plain sight until conveniently blanketed by snowfall.
The Evanses, understandably, were outraged by this absurdity; unwilling to accept the coroner’s findings David’s parents were not shy about airing their frustration in the media.

In a classless move even by 1970s standards—and this was the decade of pet rocks,
halter-tops, and high heels for men—Dr. Belinky penned an angry screed  in the Youngstown Vindicator suggesting the Evans family was too blinded by grief to accept his perfectly reasonable findings.
At this juncture David’s parents sought FBI intervention but, citing a lack of jurisdiction, the Bureau declined to intercede in the matter.

Not only does the Boardman boy killer own one of these models but inside there be trophies

[Beep Beep: Sometimes it takes decades to arrive but the karma bus always pulls into the station—in 1993 Dr. Nathan Belinky was sentenced to six months in jail pursuant to a drugs-for-sex scheme. Crooked public officials are endemic in Mahoning County, apparently: in 2014 Dr. Belinky’s son Mark Belinky, a Probate Court judge, pleaded guilty to 4th-degree felony corruption charges. One can only hope David Evans’ parents lived long enough to savor that double-shot of piping-hot schadenfreude.]


Dr. Belinky’s certification of natural death would impede criminal prosecution in David’s case but the Boardman Police Department nevertheless persisted.
Chief of Police Grant Hess, according to the Vindicator, disagreed with the Coroner’s determination of no foul play; David had been abducted by a predator, the Chief believed,
who then panicked when the boy lapsed into a diabetic coma—and in his haste to dump the body the assailant inflicted post-mortem injuries on the remains.
Prior to David’s disappearance the Evans family had been inundated with hang-up phone calls—Boardman PD had been investigating this harassment even before David’s missing person’s report was filed.
Citing the inconsistencies in David’s autopsy and several additional factors law enforcement opened a homicide investigation which continues to this day.

Nope, not too phallic

Thomas Baird in 1970, Brad Bellino in 1972 and David Evans in 1975—three dead boys in a five year span,
all their murders (or one-maybe murder, allegedly) yet unavenged.

More than four decades have passed, both global aesthetics and the national crime statistics have improved,
and forensic science has surpassed the wildest imaginations of 1970s crime buffs.
The DNA sample from Brad Bellino’s Bicentennial red-white-and-blue-jeans has long been entered into CODIS,
and with the capabilities of familial DNA it’s almost certain his assailant will one day be identified—and maybe,
if the perpetrator is still alive, he’ll have a tale to tell about Thomas Baird and David Evans’ “natural death”  as well.

Butch Defeo’s Amityville bedroom: if he blamed his decorator instead of Satan he’d be out on parole today

On a personal note, my true crime research has made me realize my childhood fears of stranger danger were  wildly overblown.
Though rare, there have been sexually-motivated child murders forever—the increased awareness of the 1970s was simply an after-effect of more nationalized media and a corresponding uptick in all categories of violence.
Man is a homicidal species: children have been found butchered in dumpsters since the dawn of trash collection,
and  their broken bodies will continue to turn up in the waste disposal systems of the future.
Child murders will always be with us, but there’s been one major improvement since the 1970s: at least the slaughtered innocents of today are bleeding out into non-clashing plaids and natural fabrics.

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