Through the years
we’ll forget the dates and details of the alleged rape;
we’ll forget the green silk dress, the names of the accused, Tin Can Alley, the make of the car;
we’ll forget the who of the defense, the why of the prosecution, the headlines, the dirty accusations, the howling retorts;
we’ll forget the hung jury, the cowboy admiral, the kidnap car, the make of the gun (what gun?), the mother’s smirk (you know which one).
We’ve forgotten President Hoover who refused to declare martial law and Governor Judd who commuted the ten year sentence required by law to an hour drinking champage for the killers; but
what must we remember?