I hope your boy gets raped in jail and killed." The words, angry and exasperated, from an anonymous caller, burn into the ears of Jackie Golden, grandmother of Andrew Golden. For a moment she is too shaken to speak. "I know people have been killed," she says, trembling from the venom. She knows it is widespread. But, she says, Andrew is still my grandson.
The tough talk that Jackie Golden fears travels fast in an area like Jonesboro, Ark. The voice at the Waffle House just off Highway 63 in nearby Bono is typical. An elderly man sips coffee at the...
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