The boy was trusted into my care.
Them that took him came into my own home in the dark of the night pointing their guns and their flashlights and saying I'd best hand him up, saying how it was a matter of respect.
If they kill me now for standing in an open courtroom and naming them for all to know, well by God there ain't nothing they could do to me that would be worse than what they already done. Don't matter that I got to leave this place where I lived all…
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