Letter: Ordinary people need justice done to them

Friday, Feb. 7, 1997 | 11:59 a.m.

In August 1980, my son was murdered -- seventeen years old, a good boy, an honor student, a son I was very proud of. This happened in Pennsylvania, a week before he was to begin college. He was missing for eight days. His body was found in the mountains. A proper investigation was never completed, even though the authorities had suspicions and I was positive who was responsible. The investigating officer did not even go to the scene of the crime. It was just swept under a bureaucratic rug and forgotten.

Perhaps, if I had been someone of importance, a celebrity, or had a lot of money, justice would have been done and my son would be able to rest in peace in his grave under the big oak tree in Williamsport, Pa.

Margie L. Greene

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