Attacks and Conviction
His earliest attacks were on two teenage sisters in March 1966 in Champaign, Illinois. Kenyon graduated from University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign in 1967 and left the state. The attacks thus ended in Champaign but started anew in Manhattan, Kansas; Norman, Oklahoma; and Los Angeles, California.
Kenyon returned to Champaign and the attacks resumed in 1972. In May 1975, Kenyon took a job as an auditor for the Illinois Department of Revenue in Lincolnwood, Illinois. He then committed additional attacks, including three Cook County flight attendants. He also attacked four women in an Urbana sorority house, one of whom was administered an enema. He was involved in a minor traffic accident later that night, but was not arrested.
Kenyon was eventually apprehended in suburban Chicago a few weeks later in connection with a number of robberies there. During questioning he began to talk about the enema bandit. After his arrest he was judged to be legally sane; in December 1975, he pleaded guilty to six counts of armed robbery. He was sentenced to six to twelve years in prison, for each count. He was paroled in 1981 after serving six years.
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