Los Angeles, California
I recently received an e-mail from Alan Robison, who informs me he
is the son of one of Dr. George Hill Hodel’s former victims. The crime
reportedly occurred in Manila, Philippines circa 1958.
Here then is Alan’s telling of the crime, in his, and his mother’s
own words. (I have omitted certain parts of his narrative, which are not
directly related to the actual crime, and which I believe should remain private
My name is Alan Robison. I am 61 years old. My mother’s name was Bess
Robison. She died in 2009. My father
died in 2012. I had been caring for him for fifteen months and he was suffering
from five separate diseases.
In 1989 I was staying with my
mother in her home in Tyler, Texas. At that time she disclosed to me that she
had been raped in Manila in 1958 while working as a radio missionary with my
father. At that time my parents were living in Manila and broadcasting a radio
show across the Iron Curtain.
Mother told me that she was having
“female problems” and had asked my father to find her an American doctor in
Manila. He found her one, and during my
mother’s telling me the story she also told me his name, which was “HODEL.”
My mother took me with her to the
first appointment to see Dr. Hodel. I was seven ½ years old. I recall the
office, the nurse, her desk, the arrangement of furniture in the waiting room
and remember seeing Dr. Hodel. He never spoke to me, but he made eye contact
once, and it was icy to me.
In her conversation with Dr. Hodel
mother informed me that she mentioned that she was a musical prodigy and could
play five different instruments at the age of twelve.
Dr. Hodel brought up the fact of
his piano expertise after my mother described, in her interview with him, her
job of playing the piano on the radio.
I sat in a chair from which I
could see his desk, him, and the window behind the desk, which showed a view of
Manila harbor and the bay. I recall what he wore, his mustache, and his
offhand, cool manner. He was not friendly or relaxed, but he was polite.
After the first visit when I went
with her, I assume she returned alone to Hodel’s office for treatment. Perhaps
he told her to leave me at home?
My mother told me that Dr. Hodel
raped her at his office (I assume she was sedated), and she immediately afterwards
wept when she reported it to my father. Mother never told me what Dr. Hodel was
treating her for; she indicated that he told her he must do a “pelvic exam” as
part of the general physical exam.
My father then did the wrong
thing. He refused to get involved and believed she had “led him [Hodel] on.” My
mother told me that father “was shocked, but was afraid involvement would ruin his
Mother went on to tell me that she
and my father were “having sexual problems”, and in a conversation with Dr.
Hodel he had asked her, “How often do you and your husband have sex?” She told
him, “Once a month.” Hodel replied
lasciviously to her, “But you, you are a WOMAN!”, as if to alert her to his
appreciation of her.
The relationship between my parents
quickly degraded after mother telling father about the incident and his
decision to not believe her.
Within a week or two after that
mother decided to leave her husband and return to the U.S. with my brother and
Soon after our return to the U.S.
mother contracted a serious illness, peritonitis, and she had to be operated
on. To this day, I believe that her contact with Dr. Hodel caused this
peritonitis, but I can’t prove it. She almost died.
Both my parents suffered illnesses
from living in the tropics.
Thanks for reading all of this,
Steve. Bless you. If there is anything else I can try to provide, I will. But,
as of now, these details are the most relevant. All else is another story. You
are deeply appreciated by so many for your valiant career and sincere
Ken Alan Robison
See below obituary
describing Bess Robison’s life of service as a missionary:
SKH Note- Alan Robison provided some personal information in his
Email, which I am including since it addresses his motivation in contacting me:
I am poor and dying of heart
disease, severe aortic stenosis. I do not have cable or computer of my own. I
use public computers at the local library, where I walk to, since I don’t have
a car–walking, however, is good for me. The Veteran’s Association pays for my
meds. I want the world to know she
[mother] was attacked.
To both Bess Robison, may she Rest
in Peace, and to her son Alan, and to the rest of your surviving relatives, let
me offer my most sincere apologies for my father’s terrible crime.
Alan, I know the aftereffects of
that sexual assault brought much pain into both your mother’s and your own life,
and surely contributed to ongoing emotional pain and traumas in the decades
that followed. For this, I am truly sorry, and hope that you
may find some peace in publicly speaking out and informing us of the Truth of
your mother’s victimization. The Truth, in many ways, does help, “set us free.”
Los Angeles, California
REST IN PEACE BESS ROBISON