In 1974, Ted started working at Washington State Department of Emergency Services where he met Carole Ann Boone, a responsible but fun loving divorcee with a teenaged son named Jamey.
“I liked Ted immediately. “We hit it off well. He struck me as being a rather shy person with a lot more going on under the surface than what was on the surface. He certainly was more dignified and restrained than the more certifiable types around the office. He would participate in the silliness partway. But remember, he was a Republican.”
Although both Ted and Carole were romantically and sexually involved with other people, they were very well aware of their shared attraction. The brakes were put on as a rather intense friendship formed, one full of trust and compassion towards each other (as only cheating spouses can provide), the foundation (or excuse) for what was to come later.
In 1977, Ted started using his sociopath wiles to seduce Carol so she could become his #1 groupie while he was behind bars. The more he asked of her, the more she gave. Eventually her blinders went on and Ted could do no wrong. She had foolishly convinced herself that he was innocent of anything and everything he was being accused of. It was a fair exchange. Her “care packages”, unconditional support, and advocacy bought her longer letters, sickly sweet terms of endearment, and a spot at the forefront of Ted’s heart (until someone better came along).
In 1980, Carole had convinced Ted that they should be married (because she realized he never would have asked her on his own). After submitting their proposals, the jail determined that a marriage was not in Ted’s “best interest” and the request was denied. Ted was satisfied with the results. What difference did it make? He had been sentenced to die three times (he didn’t really care about being Carole’s husband anyway). Carole wouldn’t stand for it. She had sacrificed her very being for Ted and he owed her a marriage, something that would legitimize all that she had been through for him (because marriage is a returned favor, not a commitment to another human being because you love and adore them). Not only was Ted resigned to not getting married, the jail wouldn’t allow it, and Ted’s attorney’s wanted no part in it.
Despite these obstacles, Carole went ahead with a blood test and saw about getting a marriage license (because she felt like loves fool). Carole was unable to find a minister who would perform the ceremony and Ted’s defense attorney advised the notary public not to provide his services. So with all options exhausted, she came up with the perfect solution. Naturally Ted went along with the idea just to spite everyone who was against it. Some people think Ted agreed to get married in open court as a ploy to gain sympathy by the jury. Although it was Carole’s idea to perform a ceremony of sorts in the court room during the trial, it was author Stephen Michaud who made it possible.
Stephen met with an Orlando attorney who told him what was needed for the “wedding” to take place – witnesses (there would be hundreds of those), a notary public (one was planted in the audience as a spectator), and of course the vows between Ted and Carole (Ted would act as his own attorney and question Carole as a character witness about her feelings towards Ted and he would then express his feelings towards Carole). Those “feelings” were that they loved each other and they wanted to marry each other. Vows exchanged under oath.
Stephen Michaud and Hugh Aynesworth paid for the wedding rings that their agent and editor selected for the bride and groom. That’s how Ted Bundy and Carole Boone came to be legally married on February 9, 1980. Such was Carole’s devotion and love for Ted she never even took his last name. After they married, Carole felt Ted was now good enough to relocate for. Her and her son moved to Gainesville so she would be closer to Ted. She and Jamey visited Ted once a week.
Theirs was a most romantic relationship. Between having sex in the bathroom of the visiting room to Carole smuggling marijuana in her vagina for Ted, things couldn’t get any better. That is until Carole became pregnant with Ted’s child. When questioned by the press on how the conception happened, Carole told them it was no one’s business. There were people who doubted the child was really Ted’s but at the end of the day Ted believed the baby was his and he was it’s father, biologically or not.
I reckon Ted would have believed it was his baby if Carole had told him so and even if he had doubts, he would have cast them from his mind. Considering his own “illegitimacy”, Ted would never in a million years wish that stigma on another person, least of all a child being claimed as his own. He would rather be father to a child even if it wasn’t really his just to prevent someone else from feeling as betrayed and abandoned as he had felt.
In 1986, when Ted was on death watch, his contact visits were halted. This put a great strain on the baby. She would have tantrums and throw herself on the ground. Neither parent could reassure the child so it was decided that Carole would not bring the baby to see Ted anymore. She would ask, “When’s Daddy coming home?”, home being the visiting lounge of the prison. When Ted was granted a stay, the baby’s routine resumed and she was back to her normal self.
The next time Ted was to be executed, Carole was nowhere to be found. She had packed up her children and moved as far away from Ted Bundy as she could. Apparently she went to visit a sick relative. She never went to see Ted again, not even in 1989 when Ted’s lawyer called to tell her that he was going to die.
On January 19, 1989 Carol’s son Jamey visited Ted in prison wherein Ted admitted to Jamey that he was guilty.
On January 23, 1989, the day before Ted Bundy was executed, Carole Boone was not there with Ted for a final visit. She didn’t even reach out by telephone.
He asked that I use our interviews to help explain him to others, to explain that he was not a monster. He stared into my eyes and finally asked a question that was obviously very important to him:
“I need to know. Did you and Jim like me?” My heart dropped.
“Of course, Ted, of course.” I tried to push those words into Ted’s heart and allow him to believe it, as he apparently did not. I didn’t care what the truth was.
When I returned to Ted, he held a letter against the glass that he had written to me and Jim, thanking us for our representation. “I hope you liked me,” it said. “I hope this wasn’t just an unpleasant legal chore for you.” His note ended with, “I feel close to you now.”
Nelson, Polly. Defending the Devil: My Story as Ted Bundy’s Last Lawyer. 1st ed. New York: W. Morrow, 1994. Print.
I renamed and reorganized all the photos. Some photos you will not see on the general photo page, such as Ted Bundy as a boy during his childhood, with his mother, siblings, and grandfather. Also, mugshots and fingerprints and all that criminal stuff is on it’s own page. You can also find all the time wasting collages I do on this page. In the future you will find pages with other photo sets, like Ted and his daughter. You just have to look under different sections in the top bar, especially under the &.
“In my mind the very point of this work was that all human life was sacred, without judgment or distinction, and that it was the truly heinous cases that tested whether we as people and as a society really meant that. Furthermore, Ted Bundy was not a symbol, a metaphor, a cardboard cutout. He was a real man, captive and rendered harmless at present, made of flesh and blood.”
Nelson, Polly. Defending the Devil: My Story as Ted Bundy’s Last Lawyer. 1st ed. New York: W. Morrow, 1994. Print.
Anita Pandey writes; We had to write a multi-genre paper that was fictional AND factual and showed different opinions on one topic in different forms like letters, phone calls, etc. I was interested in the Ted Bundy case so I decided to do it on him and try and show a different side to him. A more humanized side that people rarely show in the media.
Original file: Multi-Genre Paper (Diary)
This will be my last and final entry. The date for my inevitable execution has been scheduled for tomorrow at 7 am. I will not lie to you. I don’t want to die. I admit that. However, neither am I frightened by the thought of being executed. Through the love of god I have been able to find what I had desperately sought after for so many long years of emotional torture. My psychopathology was always like a monster. The more I ran from it, the closer it seemed to come to consuming me. Finally, I ran to god for help and realized that I don’t need to run anymore. I learned through god’s love that I could love and am loveable. The good lord is my final destination. I converted to Hinduism during my years of incarceration. I came to realize that it is only within the sacred pages of the holy Gita, where someone like me can find some peace. I’ve matured during the past year. Believe me. I’ve grown in the past year, and I’ve learned a lot of things about myself in the past year. My only misgiving is that I will never be in position to apply the principles of the Gita on the streets, where I’d like to apply it. On the plus side, I find that the pressures put on me in jail have actually permitted me to enter into a period of growth. Prison has helped me because it forces me to live in the here and now. I used to live each day at a time just to protect myself. Now I live each day and each moment to try to expand myself. I began considering more esoteric things that I never would have considered before. I engaged in yoga and heavy meditation for 12-14 hour periods per day. It gave me time to reflect on my rage. Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. I reaped rewarding benefits from my dedicated meditation. It calmed me to the extent that I no longer needed to be tranquilized or be sedated with Valium in order to control a violent urge. Many people had told me that I would never succeed in relieving myself of homicidal compulsions and thus I would never be free from taking sedatives either. My response to that was “Man is made by his belief. As he believes, so he becomes.” I have proved that statement of mine. Through god’s help, I have diligently and successfully dealt with those terrible feelings I had and have not touched a sedative in 4 years. This to me is success. To me, this success feels greater than the success I felt upon receiving a 4.0 GPA or the pride I felt upon being elected “Executive Assistant to the Governor” of Washington, Daniel J. Evans. The bliss I feel upon finding god is beyond that of any scholastic or materialistic achievement I obtained in my life. I admit that I had gone completely non-compos mentis and I take full responsibility for the crimes I have committed. I am not proud of them and I wish they never happened, but unfortunately I cannot undo my past. It’s a terrible thing, but I have to try and make it right. Going over cold cases with the FBI really jarred me a couple of times and knocked me back from where I thought I was to where I ought to be. I don’t recall exactly when it happened, but while I was facing the interrogation from the detectives-which was not easy for any given session-I slowly began to understand what I had to do next, how I had to reconstruct my life. I’m in a lot better shape now. I don’t worry about the death penalty. Worrying won’t change things one iota. I’ve come to terms with that threat. I am not afraid to die tomorrow because I know that death is the ultimate liberation for me. I except expiation from god and I pray he will have mercy on my soul.
Allegedly, Ted’s “Wife” (I hate her) got herself pregnant while Ted was on death row. It’s been said that sex would have been impossible during these death row visits as families were only permitted contact in a visiting area with guards standing around keeping watch. It’s also been said that the guards were sometimes bribed so that inmates could take their wives into the bathroom for sexual contact. It really doesn’t matter at this point because whatever the case may have been, Ted Bundy believed that this child was his and even if she wasn’t his biologically, he was her father.
She was born in October 1982 and has been referred to in print as “Rosa” and “Tina”. When Ted’s sorry excuse for a wife abandoned him and took his child to relocate, she changed their last name. The only people who know Ted’s daughter and her whereabouts are not talking. I’m as curious as the next guy to know what she looks like. Maybe one day I will hire a private investigator. Until then, here are some composites based on photos available. Obviously I did not allow her mothers appearance to influence my composites. Contrary to what other people see, I only see Ted in that child’s face.