From Vanity Fair
By Gail Sheehy and Judy Bachrach

The half-open closet in which Mark Foley spent his life was a recipe for disaster, say those few who tried to intervene. Investigating Foley’s pre-teen seduction by a priest, the “ladies’ man” mask he wore in Palm Beach society, and his love-hate relationship with the gay community, the authors uncover the ambition, delusion, and hypocrisy that corroded both the politician and his party.

Everyone knew Mark Foley was gay. Everyone. And everyone who had a stake in his success–party, press, parents, staff, supporters, and pages–conspired for their own purposes to keep the closet half closed.

Born at the peak of the baby boom, in 1954, he grew up near Palm Beach, in the scrappy little town of Lake Worth, Florida, which in recent years has become a popular refuge for gay retirees. That subculture most likely did not enter into the consciousness of his parents, Irish Catholics from Massachusetts. “One of the biggest psychological problems for him was he was never able to be who he was with his parents, and they were his No. 1 campaigners,” says Eric Johnson, the openly gay chief of staff for Florida congressman Robert Wexler and an old friend of the Foley family’s.

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