The afternoon was unbearably hot when Deputy Cooper Briggs left my mother, Margaret, standing outside without giving her a chance to explain herself. She had been trying to tell him something important about an old property record, but he dismissed her concerns and treated her as though she were confused and troublesome. My mother had spent years living with the memory of a tragic incident that nobody seemed willing to investigate properly. Watching her being humiliated by someone who was supposed to serve and protect the community filled me with anger, especially because I knew she was not the kind of person who would invent a story for attentio…Continue Reading
