On Monday night, Gawker (Deadspin) editor-in-chief A.J. Daulerio had an email exchange with Bill Conlin. The two had been friendly over the last few years, and when Inquirer reporter Nancy Phillips called Conlin about the child molestation accusations against him, Conlin emailed Daulerio. The two had lengthy phone and email conversations, and Daulerio offered Conlin a platform to deny the accusations. Conlin declined.
Yesterday, Daulerio heard from Conlin’s lawyer, George Bochetto, who asked that Deadspin not go public with the story that the Inquirer was about to drop a bombshell. Shortly thereafter, Conlin resinged.
Then Deadspin published their story.
Then the Inquirer published theirs.
Today, Deadspin published the entire email exchange with Conlin.
Conlin to Daulerio (10:26 p.m.):
There are no e-mail questions from Phillips—only a request to call her to discuss a "sensitive issue." I was forwarded an e-mail from one of the persons who allegedly had knowledge of the alleged events. She basically scolds Phillips for a reneged promise by the two accusers to keep her and her family's name "out of this." And asks Phillips to not contact her again. I don't wish to do anything that could blow up in my face should they decide not to run the story. I am a lot bigger to the Daily News than Sandusky ever was to Penn State. But I don't have 19 years of heinous molestations involving children in my care that were covered up at many institutional levels. My daughter used to babysit Carlton's and McCarver's kids in spring training. Kalas' kids and my sons are still close. They were home-schooled by the same spring training tutor.
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Daulerio to Conlin (10:50 p.m.):
So you don't want it out there before the grave , newspaper version hits?
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Conlin to Daulerio (11:10 p.m.):
No, because that makes it a transparent move to cover my ass and which could be construed as a tactical plea bargain. In either case, I will have no choice but to either retire or resign from the Daily News. My "old, red, eyes," as you described them in your generous piece in PhillyMag, have seen more than enough. I will be 78 in May and should have fucking retired 12 years ago. But because I continued to attract more readers on average than any writer on either paper they gave me a sweetheart deal I could not refuse. But I make enough in pension and SS to walk on my salary to retire comfortably. I just do not wish to exit with an undeserved "P" on my chest.
If the piece this beatch writes paints me as a Jekyll-Hyde without identifying the "accusers," their names need to be out there next to mine—since they bought houses from my wife, drank my vodka the night of her viewing and decided after 40 years it was Sandusky Time to come out.
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