My Father Was a Pedophile

This is the story of rape, incest, broken bones, blackened eyes and murder. Murder, you gasp! Yes, the murder of innocence of three children in North Carolina in the 1950s and 1960s. To say it was a dysfunctional family is much too kind. But it has been said that a young child remains dependent, even devoted, to the parents who brutalize him or her because they are the only parents and the only experience the child knows.

I am telling only my story. My sister and brother have a story that is only theirs to tell. Now that my story is finally told, I hope I will be able to put it to rest at last. If I can use what happened to me to help others, that is the biggest lesson I have learned. Maybe my suffering can be used to save other children and women. That is my plan.