Enemies of Truth
"A man can't be too careful in the choice of enemies." --Oscar Wilde
On the road to revealing the truth of your murder, I have accumulated many enemies. Two funny ones are Michael Fried, our good-looking first cousin, and Chavie Fried, his wife, of Englewood, N.J. When I asked for a picture of you from his father's wedding album, both chose to ignore me. They have me blocked from calling them on Facebook and refused to answer me on Messenger. I can see how they'd be furious at me because our closest relatives allegedly murdered my sister and dumped her like a piece of trash in The Eldridge Street Synagogue cellar. That of course, was sarcastic. The real reason, is that they hate the truth. The truth is that his parents said not one word to the police when a young woman, the niece they watched grow up, disappeared into the ether one day, never to be seen again. No one in the family went to the police. All were silent. These two haters of truth inherited the cowardice. Thou shalt be silent. Thou shalt not speak up for a murdered young soul, whose funeral was being thrown like a dead dog on a heap of coal. What brave men here! What noble women!