In 1929, my grandfather was hanged for murder.
It was a taboo subject in our family, and out of respect for my grandmother, nobody ever spoke of it. We believed that because my grandfather had been convicted on circumstantial evidence, he had been convicted wrongly.
After my grandmother’s death, I came into possession of a box she left for me. Contained within were all my grandfather’s personal effects during his year on death-row…newspapers, magazine articles about the trial, letters from lawyers, family members, and friends. It became quite clear, as I read between the lines…that he was guilty…that my grandmother knew it…and that after her death, she wanted me to know it, too.