The following is the correspondence between Bruce Wilton and Neal Winslow from February 11, 1932 to March 3, 1932. Personnel with Level 3 security clearance can access physical copies from Ms. Elma.
Dear Mr. Wilton,
I write to you in a state of utter confusion. After many long years of working for our firm, you requested permission for a month long vacation to Meadville, MI. We found it odd, but were happy to accept, as we worried you were killing yourself from overwork. However, I have heard that you have taken up a case, and criminal case at that. And even stranger, I have heard you have taken the defense of a negro who murdered a woman and her child. That being said, my pride as a lawyer won't let me believe these things based on nothing by hearsay. I beg you, tell me what is going on.
Your friend,
Neal Winslow
Dear Mr. Winslow,
What you heard is mostly correct. I am currently the legal consul for Timothy Niles, a young negro boy who is being charged with two counts of first degree murder. However, you are mistaken in your belief that Mr. Niles is a murder.
Mr. Niles has no motive to commit such as heinous crime. He has no relation to the victims, nothing of the victims were stolen, and none of the victims clothes left their bodies.
Mr. Niles has no means to commit the crime. Both of the victims were killed with a shotgun, and Mr. Niles has no such gun or means to access one.
Mr. Niles has no strong evidence against him. The only witness the Prosecution has is the town Sheriff, and his affidavit is filled with nothing but baseless speculation.
I swear on my pride as a lawyer that Mr. Niles has no blood on his hands.
My case theory at the moment is familicide. The husband is nowhere to be seen, his shotgun has yet to be found, and several people around the town have claimed that he had been going crazy recently.
I have yet to present this theory to the court, but after some more investigating I should be prepared for trial.
That is all that I can think of to tell you. The case is moving quickly, as the town wishes to bring justice as soon a possible, so I will be able to return within the month.
Sincerely,
Bruce Wilton.
Dear Mr. Wilton
What your last letter has shown me is that you are not prepared for criminal law. You choose to defend a negro in Meadville, MI and your plan is to accuse the husband as a murder? A murderer of his family no less. It matters not how true your theory is, you will not win the trial with it. A small town such as Meadville won't take kindly to outsiders accusing their friends as murders.
If you truly wish to win this trial, I recommend finding a white man who can provide you with character evidence. That might be enough to put doubt in the Sheriff's speculation. Do not use a women though, a white woman speaking fondly of your client will put him in great danger. Be smart Bruce. If you wish to save the negro, never mention the husband's name inside the courtroom.
I must ask you, why are you doing this? Why are you putting so much effort into saving a negro? I doubt he has enough money to pay for your services, and I didn't take you for someone who does charity work. I pray you have not been coerced into helping the negro.
Your friend,
Neal Winslow.
Dear Mr. Winslow,
I am grateful for you advice, however it would seem there is no need to follow it. Do you remember in my last letter when I told you how the husband had been going crazy? I was incorrect. The truth of the matter is that a stranger came into town claiming to be the husband, and became more and more distressed when the townspeople didn't recognize him. If this man became distress when the townspeople didn't recognize him, them one can imagine what he must have felt when his own family didn't recognize him. Several townspeople have agreed to be my witnesses, and the judge has allowed them to testify.
In your last letter, you asked why I was doing this. It's quite simple. Successfully defending a negro in Meadville, MI would garner me quite a favorable reputation. Well, perhaps not favorable, but a reputation of competence in my profession.
Although, I won't lie to you. I have become quite fond of Mr.Niles. He is a good kid with the makings of a great man. I began this trial as a way to test my ability, but now this trial feels heavy, as if any misstep will crush me under the weight of it all. I suppose this is what it feels like to have a human life on the line. I cannot wait to return to civil court with you, Mr. Winslow
Sincerely,
Bruce Wilton.
Dear Mr. Wilton,
I heard about the lynching. You have my condolences. I can not imagine the frustration and pain you feel right now.
Small towns care little for due process. I'm afraid to say, but this was going bound to happen. Do not blame yourself you this, there was no way you could have saved the negro.
Take as much time as you need, I will take up your caseload until you return.
Your friend,
Neil Winslow.
Dear Mr. Winslow,
I have used my savings to bride the nearby coroner. Legally, Timothy Niles is alive. And he will remain alive until the trial is over.
I will make sure every juror knows they murdered an innocent child.
Sincerely,
Bruce Wilton.
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