When Frank Graves first showed up in my front yard with his charming smile and dapper suit, I thought I was getting the tenant of my dreams. His descriptions of his work, ethic, and lifestyle stilled my nerves, which were already shaking at the thought of some stranger occupying the home my husband had spent so much time renovating. It was a home we cherished, a home with history and one filled with love. But Frank Graves was not who he pretended he was. He destroyed our beloved home, left us destitute, and tormented us physically and emotionally. The image of Frank Graves, Dudley, and the others he let live with him in our home haunts us to this day. We needed to tell our story to the world. We needed people to know the unfairness of the police, the judicial system, and land ownership policies. We needed justice, if not through the court, then through telling our story and being heard by the people. This is the book that will deliver us justice.
