A pool boy here, a personal trainer there, pretty soon you’re talking some real corruption. But that’s not my favorite part.
More than two dozen current and former high-ranking Liberty University officials and close associates of Falwell spoke to me or provided documents for this article, opening up—for the first time at an institution so intimately associated with the Falwell family—about what they’ve experienced and why they don’t think he’s the right man to lead Liberty University or serve as a figurehead in the Christian conservative movement.
In interviews over the past eight months, they depicted how Falwell and his wife, Becki, consolidated power at Liberty University and how Falwell presides over a culture of self-dealing, directing university resources into projects and real estate deals in which his friends and family have stood to make personal financial gains. Among the previously unreported revelations are Falwell’s decision to hire his son Trey’s company to manage a shopping center owned by the university, Falwell’s advocacy for loans given by the university to his friends, and Falwell’s awarding university contracts to businesses owned by his friends.
This is truly delicious stuff, including Falwell’s creepy-sounding son posting “a now-deleted photo to Instagram of around $12,000 in cash spread on a hotel bed, raising questions about his knowledge of… poll-rigging work.” The whole thing is delightful to read, from sleazy real estate deals to an atmosphere of “fear” among Liberty University faculty and staff. But it’s not my favorite part.
My favorite part, because I am pervy like that, is the Falwells’ ongoing sexy shenanigans.
In May 2019, Reuters reported that Cohen helped Falwell contain the fallout from some racy “personal” photos. Later that month, Falwell took to Todd Starnes’ radio talk show to rebut the claims.
“This report is not accurate,” Falwell said. “There are no compromising or embarrassing photos of me.”
Members of Falwell’s inner circle took note of the phrasing.
“If you read how Jerry is framing his response, you can see he is being very selective,” one of Falwell’s confidants said. Racy photos do exist, but at least some of the photos are of his wife, Becki, as the Miami Herald confirmed in June.
Longtime Liberty officials close to Falwell told me the university president has shown or texted his male confidants—including at least one employee who worked for him at Liberty—photos of his wife in provocative and sexual poses.
At Liberty, Falwell is “very, very vocal” about his “sex life,” in the words of one Liberty official—a characterization multiple current and former university officials and employees interviewed for this story support. In a car ride about a decade ago with a senior university official who has since left Liberty, “all he wanted to talk about was how he would nail his wife, how she couldn’t handle [his penis size], and stuff of that sort,” this former official recalled. Falwell did not respond to questions about this incident.
More than simply talking with employees about his wife in a sexual manner, on at least one occasion, Falwell shared a photo of his wife wearing what appeared to be a French maid costume, according to a longtime Liberty employee with firsthand knowledge of the image and the fallout that followed.
Falwell intended to send the image to his and Becki’s personal trainer, Ben Crosswhite, as a “thank you” for helping his wife achieve her fitness goals, the employee said. In the course of texting, Falwell accidentally sent the message to several other people, necessitating a cleanup.
In a statement, Falwell denied this. “I never had any picture of Becki Falwell dressed in a French maid uniform, and never sent such a non-existent photo to Ben Crosswhite.”
Crosswhite did not respond to requests for comment.
Riiiiight. “Falwell shared a photo of his wife wearing what appeared to be a French maid costume” as a “thank you” to her personal trainer. Now, I could see a photo of Mrs. Falwell in a one piece bathing suit befitting their modest Christian lifestyle, perhaps with a “before-after” split. Perhaps in her running togs. But a French maid outfit?
Nobody in a monogamous couple does that. NOBODY. The only people who share sexy pictures of their spouses—and, perhaps, talk incessantly about their sex life with non-participants—are swingers who are hoping you’re a swinger too, and might want in on the fun.
There’s no shame in that, by the way—well, outside of forcing people you work with to listen to you describe the various and sundry ways you like to bone your wife, that is. The shame isn’t so much even in the lying, the payoffs, the kickbacks, the favoritism, the sweetheart deals, betraying your family, betraying your professed religion, and treating thousands of paying students into dupes who funded your lavish lifestyle—although that’s not to downplay the severity of the charges, which reek of corruption and ooze of selfishness.
No, the real shame is that all of this could have been avoided. All of it. If Jerry and Becki only knew about Christian Swingers, where they could meet other
grifters evangelicals who “don’t have a problem with faith and enjoying free love with other couples,” NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE EVER HAPPENED.
Right now, they could be hanging out with Paul and Betty, pictured above, eating a little “hot dish” (if you get my drift, wink nudge) before maybe re-enacting Sodom and Gomorrah, or perhaps getting their B&D kinks out by replaying Christ’s passion. There’s no end to the Biblical role-playing they could be engaged in. Instead, the world is getting another peek into the private lives of America’s Sexiest Christian Couple.
I’d be embarrassed for them, but they’re probably getting off on the humiliation.
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