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bitch, You son of a bitch. Joe smacked his hand on the desk. Moss peered evenly back. Something on your mind, Joe, I told you stayed the hell away from them damn truck stops. Would you suggest I ignore latent criminal activity? Joe Whitehead looked at him hard smirked, you, smart mouthed son of a bitch. A few desks over, another officer rolled the fingerprints of a goal from the fifty eight. Whitehead lurched in their direction, knocking a stack of papers off a desk along the way. Hey, sweetie, he smiled at the young woman. Ain't you the one with an ass like a washing machine? With that, he smashed the officer's hand down upon the woman's smearing her Prince. The officer looked up at Joe, mouth open. 00:05:58 Speaker 3: Face a gas. 00:06:06 Speaker 1: Mister whitehead, he stammered, I'm rolling Prince here. Joe knocked the blotter off the desk. I'll give you something you can roll. 00:06:25 Speaker 5: Obscenity here and the police station here, in front of all of these people. How could an important man lose such control? Joe Moss called out from his desk. 00:06:43 Speaker 3: That's enough, Now get him out of here, Moss whispered to the officer. One desk over. 00:06:56 Speaker 1: The deputy approached Joe gingerly, slowly put his hand on Joe's shoulder. 00:07:06 Speaker 3: Come on now, Joe, let's get you home. 00:07:12 Speaker 1: I'm the boss, you merles. You ain't shit but a petty fell in masquerading as I wanna be loll man. Moss looked up from his desk, dropping his pencil. That's right, Joe laughed, as the door closed behind him. I know it all, motherfucker, and you gonna wish I didn't, poor guy, thought Moss, as the assisting officer drove away with Joe in the front seat. He's got no clue what's coming at him. But at the same time, Moss had to admit he had no clue what was coming for himself either. 00:08:24 Speaker 3: Joe, we have a problem, his secretary informed him. 00:08:28 Speaker 1: When he stumbled back into his office, she handed him a letter. 00:08:36 Speaker 3: They're suspending your law license. 00:08:37 Speaker 4: Jow. 00:08:49 Speaker 6: I just started writing about this and I got smmoned before jury duty, which I'm sure was just done as an annoyance to me. But uh, you know, our civic duty says we will do jury duty. So I go to Chatham and it's a grand jury that I'm assigned to, and we invite the swimmer Dunn and I'm not that thing. So we finish, and then we get called into the judge's office and the judge proceeds to appoint a special grand jury to investigate these allegations about ill doing as they relate to law enforcement and prostitution, and he appoints me and a couple other people on there, and then he appoints to Bill Fuller to come alost attorney in the City of danvill as the special prosecutor. I asked the judge if I could you know step aside. You know, I had a job, I was writing about this stuff. He said, no, I'm not going to excuse you from jury duty, but if you print anything you hearing the grand jury, you will be put in jail. So I said, okay, I understand. 00:10:09 Speaker 1: My quote of the week goes to Pennsylvania Counties esteemed, former Commonwealth attorney Rodney scribbled into his notebook, then struck it through. No, esteemed wasn't quite the word. Pennsylvania County's flagrant former commonwealth attorney. 00:10:32 Speaker 3: No, still not in. 00:10:36 Speaker 1: Pennsylvania County's fearless former commonwealth attorney. 00:10:42 Speaker 3: Yes, fearless, fearless. 00:10:47 Speaker 1: Indeed, my quote of the week goes to Pennsylvania Counties fearless former commonwealth attorneys Joseph Motley Whitehead, who said that a federal grand jury investigation of which he is currently a target is purely political. 00:11:10 Speaker 3: He read it over, nodded. It was a start. Rodney couldn't say he was surprised. 00:11:21 Speaker 1: That the Feds had taken notice. 00:11:25 Speaker 3: No, it wasn't surprised. 00:11:27 Speaker 1: He felt, if anything, it was gratification He'd toiled alone for far too long, watching, taking notes, pinning articles in the dark that local preachers warned their parishioners not to believe. And now, just like that, it was out in the open, a grand jury impaneled, and he humble young newsman posted up in a cow field appointed to serve. I can't do it, he told the judge. 00:12:14 Speaker 3: Well Son, you're gonna have to do it. 00:12:22 Speaker 1: As Rodney imagined the parade of witnesses that would soon testify. 00:12:27 Speaker 3: Before this panel of honest citizens, of. 00:12:30 Speaker 1: Which he was one, Rodney couldn't help but feel a thrill, my God, to hear at last from those involved, What delicious data? How right had his conclusions been the ones he'd drawn from digging, from asking the right people and getting the wrong answers. 00:12:56 Speaker 3: Rodney was soon to. 00:12:58 Speaker 1: Know a witnesses, informants, working girls, and co conspirators alike would soon be called to testify. Rodney felt an electric spark race through his veins. 00:13:13 Speaker 3: In the weeks and months to come, a gold. 00:13:17 Speaker 1: Mine of information would be served up to him on a silver platter, and Rodney couldn't use a damn word of it. 00:13:28 Speaker 6: If you print anything that you hear that grand jury, you will be put in jail. 00:13:35 Speaker 1: Over the days that would come, Rodney In six other appointed individuals, including Frankie Jones' father, Austin Jones, would pour over police reports, insider's confessions, and even local gossip to develop a list of exactly to whom they needed to speak. This young woman, that grown lady, this man from the wrong side of the tracks, that man. 00:14:07 Speaker 3: From the right one. 00:14:09 Speaker 1: All would be called, all would be summoned. Not a damn one wants to talk, Austin remarked to the others over coffee one morning early on in the month's long data collection phase of the indictment process, and unsurprisingly, he

continued, these folks ain't. 00:14:36 Speaker 3: Easy to find. They're like carnies. They stay moving. 00:14:44 Speaker 1: Some charges were clear, interstate trafficking, racketeering, prostitution, yet the depth to which each of these six suspects. 00:14:55 Speaker 3: Were involved remained unclear. 00:15:00 Speaker 1: Money from these missing links, the working girls in particular, would elucidate the situation. We got Aubrey Henderson, Herbert Boyd, Tommy Barker, Harold Wayne Dowdy, Wayne Holly to deal with. 00:15:17 Speaker 3: We got all of them to deal. 00:15:19 Speaker 1: With, Austin continued, but these men ain't nothing but a bunch of GOB's classic country criminals. But the main man, the one we got to worry about, the one that twists this whole thing up and shuts mouths far and why, Austin looked around the table at his wrapped audience taking in the pleasure of the suspense, is none other than Joe Motley Whitehead. Rodney leaned back in his share and nodded. 00:16:12 Speaker 3: And listen, folks, you should all be warned. Austin told them. 00:16:18 Speaker 1: Joe is probably feeling a lot like a cage animal right now, and I assure you he is every bit as dangerous. 00:16:27 Speaker 7: Now, if I'm correct, you told us that its that mister Whitehead made some threatening phone calls. What did mister Whitehead say to you during those telephone conversations. 00:16:42 Speaker 8: Well, he wanted to know what I was doing at the truck stop and forbid me to go back for any reason. 00:16:50 Speaker 7: Did you report this to anyone else on the false. 00:16:54 Speaker 8: Well, I called mister Dawson, who was in charge of the PD, and I told him what had happened, and he told told me, said, well, don't worry about it. He's been calling me all night too. 00:17:05 Speaker 7: And did you encounter harassment from mister Whitehead and any other forbes. 00:17:11 Speaker 8: Well, their posters put out throughout, especially the east of the count where I work on fifty eight, and some through the north of Chatham with my picture on it. The flyer said something along the lines of why is this convictor felan working for a sheriff? 00:17:38 Speaker 1: Sure he done the crime, but that was years ago, a lifetime ago. 00:17:49 Speaker 3: He was only a kid. 00:17:50 Speaker 1: Then Deputy Moss ripped down another flyer, this one. 00:17:56 Speaker 3: Stapled to a light post. 00:18:00 Speaker 1: Do you want a convicted felon in your sheriff's department? Read the paper A photo of his face alongside a description of his crime followed selling stolen goods. Well, that was putting it intensely, at least. Deputy Moss continued on foot through the modest downtown thoroughfare of Chatham, a town with only one stoplight and lots of gossip. Everyone knew everyone here, and today everyone knew that their deputy in his youth, had made some mistakes. 00:18:56 Speaker 3: That vengeful faster. I told you, don't fuck with me. 00:19:04 Speaker 1: Joe had warned Moss in a late night phone call following the incident at the station. 00:19:14 Speaker 3: What are you. 00:19:14 Speaker 9: Saying, Joe, I'm saying your house might get blowed up. I'm saying one of your kids might I don't know, disappear. 00:19:32 Speaker 3: A dial tone sounded in Moss's ear, the lying dead. 00:19:39 Speaker 1: What was this down job anyway, Moss wondered as he hooked it up the street, ripping down flyers, sweat rolling down his face. 00:19:53 Speaker 3: Was the job of the law man to keep the. 00:19:57 Speaker 1: Law, maintain societ, piety's adherence to the rules society had agreed upon? 00:20:05 Speaker 3: Moss jerked a flyer from an old oak tree? 00:20:10 Speaker 1: Or was the role of the law man the maintenance of another kind of order, one that follows another set of rules? Moss pulled a flyer off a picket fence. 00:20:26 Speaker 3: Was the law man. 00:20:27 Speaker 1: Only a protector of society up front in the window dressing, while in the back where the sausage was made, he protects the view the powerful, the rich, the ones who pulled the strings. 00:20:41 Speaker 3: No, Moss snatched a. 00:20:44 Speaker 1: Flyer from the bulletin board in front of the Baptist church. 00:20:48 Speaker 3: Do you want a convicted felon in your Sheriff's department? A felon? 00:20:55 Speaker 1: Now? Wasn't that the pot calling the kettle seen some times to Moss that the biggest difference between criminal and clean boiled down to two things, money and power, and who had which. Moss had been nineteen, married and broke when he'd sold that washing machine. Yeah, he still owed payments on it. Yeah it was a crime. Yeah, he had been convicted, but he had thought that was behind him. 00:21:31 Speaker 3: Now do you. 00:21:34 Speaker 1: Want a convicted felon in your sheriff's department? Deputy Moss knew the answer to that question. His superiors didn't want to fire him. They respected his work, but optics were optics. Moss would resign in his position in law enforcement. 00:22:03 Speaker 3: By the end of the month. 00:22:07 Speaker 4: A member of the grand jury, Rodney A. Smith, was contacted by Joseph Motley Whitehead. During the course of the conversation, mister Whitehead told mister Smith he had contacted mister Smith's employer, mister Charles A. Willmack Junior in Danville. Mister Whitehead told mister Smith that his continued service on the grand jury might tend to jeopardize mister Smith's relationship with his employer. 00:22:33 Speaker 6: One time and again, it was late at night. I was writing something about this, and out of the bluephone rings I pick it up, and it's him, and he's clearly had too much to drink, and he talks about this and talks about that, and he calls me any number of vile names and tells me I better quit, but I know it's good for me. And it hangs up. And at that point I thought, well, is it frightening? 00:23:02 Speaker 3: A bet? 00:23:02 Speaker 6: You bet it is. Yes, I clearly had too

much the drink. I don't want him after me. And then you think nobody in the right mind would have done that. No politics in my right mind would ever call you up if you're a reporter and say you've got to cut it. 00:23:17 Speaker 10: Shut out, Cut that shit out, Joe growled into the phone line. 00:23:32 Speaker 1: Rodney cradled the phone on his shoulder before him. In the dark of his office, A single desk lamp glowed, the golden light, illuminating the typewriter across which his fingers danced. Who is this, Rodney asked. 00:23:57 Speaker 11: I said, cut that shot out, all them little articles. I know you writing all that digging. I wouldn't do it, Joe, cut that shit out, I said, are you going sorely? And I mean sorely? Regret fucking with me? 00:24:31 Speaker 1: Rodney looked to the picture window, black and empty, the night of Gretna avoid. Across the street, Bessie the Cows slept peacefully with her calf at her side. He couldn't see the cows now, though, not in this inky rural darkness. He couldn't see anything but the stars above. But those cows, his bovine buddies across the street, well if they wanted to, if they lifted their sleepy old heads, they could certainly see Rodney. His desk glamp cast a glow upon him, like a beacon in the night, or a target. Promise me, he'll be careful, Rodney's wife had pleaded the deeper. He dug, I love you, he promised, because he couldn't. 00:25:49 Speaker 3: He could not honestly promise to be careful. 00:25:58 Speaker 1: His heart pounded as he looked dumbfounded at the receiver in his hand, howling a dial tone into the quiet of his office. He placed it uneasily back into its cradle. 00:26:14 Speaker 3: The man. 00:26:17 Speaker 1: Joe Whitehead was off his rocker, far gone, making bad decisions, dangerous. 00:26:29 Speaker 3: And Rodney was scared, only getting scareder. 00:26:38 Speaker 1: Yet with each turn of the screw his bravery increased. We mistake ourselves for cowards. Yet the noble among us know that cowardice is the lux of the safe. A man trapped in a fire knows he will run through flames. We will do hard things when hard things do us first. 00:27:16 Speaker 3: The higher the fire, the higher we leap. 00:27:20 Speaker 1: Bravery is our survival instinct, understood as poetry. Rodney was afraid, sure, but he wasn't a coward. My quote of the week goes to Pennsylvania County's fearless former Commonwealth Attorney Joseph Motley Whitehead, who said that a federal grand jury investigation of which he is currently a target, is purely political. Rodney typed, there is nothing political about looking into a situation that has existed in Pittsylvania County for a number of years. He lifted his fingers from the keyboard, furrowed his brow in contemplation. And prostitution has flourished here, as we all know, for quite some time. Rodney leaned back, thinking through his next lines, I think that Whitehead is trying to use his political connections to stop the federal. 00:28:51 Speaker 3: Grand jury investigation. 00:28:55 Speaker 1: If Whitehead can succeed in this, it will be the biggest injustice I have ever witnessed. 00:29:08 Speaker 3: Suddenly something caught his. 00:29:10 Speaker 1: Attention in the window. His head shot up from the page. 00:29:17 Speaker 3: Was that. 00:29:19 Speaker 1: Movement outside car driving by a man walking by at this time of night? He blinked, squinted out the window into the velvet night, black as pitch, still as death. It was nothing, he was sure of. It, Probably just Bessie the cow kidding comfortable, Rodney returned to his article, poised his fingers over the keys. For a moment, he wondered, is this worth it? The paranoia, the squinting into the night? But was it paranoia when the man was making real threats, his wife, her worry, his kids missing him at dinner? 00:30:33 Speaker 3: Again? 00:30:35 Speaker 1: Rodney sighed, rubbed his eyes, looked to the clock on the wall. 00:30:43 Speaker 3: Three am. Was it worth it? 00:30:50 Speaker 1: I am not stating that Joe Motley white had as guilty of anything Rodney type. Nonetheless, I sincerely believe the Federal Grand Jury should be allowed to complete its investigation to find out if Whitehead is in fact the poor, innocent, little lamb he claims to be. 00:31:16 Speaker 3: In the field. 00:31:17 Speaker 1: Across the street, the cows slept on, unmoving, undisturbed. 00:31:33 Speaker 3: Thanks for listening. 00:31:35 Speaker 1: My name is Lindsey Byron, but most people know me as lux ATL. 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