CHAPTER 15
Born in Rochester, New York, on January 7, 1954, Steven Carroll DeMocker was the first of Dr. John and Janice DeMocker’s nine children, the oldest of an educated and accomplished bunch, scattered all over the nation.
Michael, Steve’s youngest sibling, works as a photographer at the Times-Picayune in New Orleans, where he was on the Pulitzer-winning team that covered Hurricane Katrina, and was a Pulitzer finalist in 2009. Mary is a harpist and harp teacher in Corvallis, Oregon. Sharon, a physician who specializes in integrated medicine and studied under the renowned Dr. Andrew Weil, lives in Hendersonville, North Carolina. Susan, who helped out the defense team early on as a legal assistant, lives in New York. Jim, an accountant who assisted with financial matters during the case, lives in Virginia. Information on the other siblings was not available.
Growing up in the Rochester suburbs in upstate New York, the DeMocker children had quite the hardworking role models. Steve’s father earned his medical degree from the University of Rochester in the 1950s, the same graduate school that Steve and Carol attended years later.
John DeMocker interned in general surgery at the University of Illinois Research Hospital, returning to Rochester in the early 1960s for a radiology residency at Strong Memorial Hospital. In 1964, he started his own practice in Rochester, home to major corporations such as Xerox, Bausch & Lomb and Kodak, then began working as a consultant in 1971.
After Dr. DeMocker closed his radiology office in 1998, his wife hoped they could do some traveling, yet he continued to work thirty to sixty hours a week, “covering” other offices and consulting for years to come. When he finally decided to retire, he had to start up again to help pay for Steve’s legal bills. Jan testified at trial that he never really stopped working.
Raising nine children wasn’t enough for Steve’s mother, either. She earned a master’s in nursing in the early 1960s, taught obstetrical nursing for several years, then went back to graduate school in 1984 to earn a doctorate in education with a focus on counseling. In 1990, she obtained a master’s in divinity and became a minister, presiding as pastor of the Hemlock United Methodist Church. She also worked part-time as a chaplain in a nursing home until she retired.
Steve attended the Harley School, a private boarding school in Rochester, as a day student. After graduating in 1972, Steve persuaded a girlfriend and some other friends to join him at Prescott College, a small alternative liberal arts school in Arizona, on the other side of the country. Majoring in wilderness leadership, he started classes there in 1973.
Prescott College opened in 1966, with its founder, Dr. Charles Franklin Parker, as its first president. Parker, a minister at the local First Congregational Church, had lofty aspirations to make it the “Harvard of the West.” His vision was to launch “a pioneering, even radical experiment in higher education,” aimed at producing leaders who could “solve the world’s growing environmental and social problems,” according to the college website.
But during Steve’s time there, the college went bankrupt and abruptly closed in 1974. Without funding, a group of stubborn faculty and students regrouped and moved the institution from an area a few miles north of town, which now houses the Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University, and into the run-down Hassayampa Hotel, where they held classes.
Calling themselves the Prescott Center for Alternative Education (PCAE), the faculty and students—including Steve, apparently—stubbornly continued to operate without a campus. When Steve said he “graduated” with a bachelor’s degree in outdoor education in May 1977, it was from this very alternative college.
“It’s the college that refused to die,” said Paul Burkhardt, who was provost and vice president of academic affairs there in 2014.
Ultimately, a private nonprofit corporation was formed to run the institution, which includes a voting membership of faculty, staff, students and dues-paying alumni, to ensure the college never had to shut down again.
Today, the college offers many areas of study that are similar to those of the late 1980s, when Steve returned as a sociology professor, and later when he joined the administration. As the college website states, the curriculum has evolved into subjects that include: environmental awareness, social justice and peace studies, sustainable communities . . . and agriculture, outdoor leadership, teacher preparation that includes multicultural education, and artistic and critical response to the issues of our world.
The overall educational philosophy is designed to provide “experiential learning in natural and human communities,” Burkhardt said.
“People come here because they believe in the power of this kind of education,” he said. The students “want to try to make a difference making a living” and “change the world in a positive way.”
During Steve’s freshman year there, he met a sophomore named Sturgis Robinson, who had grown up in an affluent suburb of Springfield, Massachusetts. Although the two young men had come from similar socioeconomic backgrounds, the long-haired Sturgis took an immediate dislike to Steve, a tall, good-looking athlete who walked across their granola campus with a country-club attitude. The image of Steve, who appeared wealthy with his coiffed short hair, white tennis outfit and tennis racquet, not only stood out from the hippie crowd, but it also offended young Sturgis’s liberal sensibilities.
Sturgis soon realized, however, that if he wanted to remain friends with an attractive fellow student named Josie (pseudonym), he had to make nice with Steve. This realization came after he stopped by Josie’s house, peered through the glass pane in the front door and saw Steve’s naked bottom bouncing in the living room. Shocked that Steve had seduced his good friend, Sturgis was not happy. And when he asked Josie about the coupling, she told him to mind his own business.
Steve and Josie dated for several years, but in the context of that “free love” era, that didn’t mean they were seeing each other exclusively. “[Josie] was probably more exclusive than Steve,” Sturgis said. “Steve has never, ever been exclusive, even for a minute.”
“We were young. It was the period where the fact that women could take the pill met the social revolutions of the late sixties and early seventies, so there was a lot of sex going on, and it was a big part of our college lives,” Sturgis recalled.
Once Sturgis got to know Steve, he found he rather liked the charismatic young man, after all. The two became fast friends, forming a relationship that would last the next twenty-five years. In addition to enjoying extreme white-water rafting and other outdoor activities, they had one particular interest in common.
“One of the things Steve and I really shared was an appreciation for women—being with women and chasing women,” Sturgis said.
Years later, Sturgis went on to become the college’s interim president, from January 1999 through December 2000. One of his first acts was to reacquire the legal rights to the original college’s name from the successor PCAE institution, which had by then moved the campus to its contemporary location at 220 Grove Street.
During college Steve spent a summer in Lincoln, Vermont, where one of his girlfriends’ families lived. Putting his outdoor training to use, he offered to help the girl’s younger brother, Alec, work on his beginner’s mountain-climbing skills.
Steve’s mother, Jan DeMocker, later told the story of what happened on their outing: Steve and Alec had just parked near a cliff about five miles from Alec’s house, and were heading down the path leading to a rock wall they planned to climb, when they heard the scream of an ambulance siren approaching.
The bus pulled up, two EMTs jumped out and came up behind them, carrying their medical supplies and equipment. Steve offered his assistance, recognizing that the female EMT was overweight, the man was middle-aged, both were wearing street shoes and neither had any climbing equipment.
On the rock face about four hundred feet above them, they could see the young stranded woman, who had called out for help. She’d badly injured her ankle in a fall from above and was fearfully perched on a narrow ledge, clutching onto a few saplings nearby.
Quickly assessing the woman’s dangerous situation, Steve sent Alec home for some more rope and equipment, then he climbed up to the ledge to make sure the woman didn’t fall in the meantime. After Alec returned, the muscular young man climbed up to join Steve and the woman. Using the additional gear to fashion a harness, Steve and Alec belayed the woman safely down the cliff to the base, where she was taken to the hospital by ambulance for treatment.
“Would she have survived had Steve not been there?” Jan asked rhetorically years later. “Hopefully, someone with the needed skills would have been found in time, but with her precarious anchor to the side of the cliff, a long wait could have led to a much less desirable outcome.”
After college Steve and Josie moved back east together to work at a ski resort in Stowe, Vermont, where Steve worked as a ski patrolman and Josie as a photographer for the resort. Sturgis, Josie, and Steve also worked as Outward Bound instructors. Carol was a rock climber as well, but the risky sport was not as big for her as it was for Steve.