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i'm on edge. his cockiness and self-importance annoy me. i don't want susan, peter and ann to be subjected to degrading remarks about their father. taking his place he deliberately pauses to adjust his glasses. in a voice laiden with sarcasm

he pcompares him to a little bo caught with jam on his face. here is the jam. it's on his face. it's on his hands. he can't get it off. he paints a vivid image that captures the imagination. do our children really have to hear this? at the end of half an hour he concludes his rebuttal. he slowly turns and walks back to the prosecutor's table. during the break a crowd gathers

in the hall. i have trouble getting past it. when i see what the attraction is i'm sickened. standing in the middle of an admiring group of journalists richard is grinning. obviously enjoying the attention he raises his right hand high above his head for all to see. in it he holds a jar of jam. late in the afternoon it's jim neil's turn. hunched over he addresses the jury. it's no fun casting stones he says. to keep society going stones must be cast. people must be called to account

at other times loud and vigor s vigorous. as always he is a but compared to his final argument earlier what he seems today seems some what confusing. the final arguments and rebuttals, some of it was boring, some fascinating and so much of it was frustrating.

at last it's over. on monday the case will go to the jury. leaving the courtroom i feel weak. stinging accusations about the jam and neil's exaggerations stay with me. i take them personally and become obsessed with one objective, to get out of this building as quickly as possible, desperate to be alone. i give no thought to bob and the children. putting my head down aplow throu -- i plow through the crowd.

>> the five of us with one thought in mind, to get home as quickly as possible. bob turns the key in the ignition, but nothing happens. he tries again, but the engine won't turn over. people ignore us as they get into their cars and drive away. winding a scarf around its neck bob leaves to get help. an hour passes before he returns. when he does we can't believe what we see. dad is in a cage an explains. he's a prisoner. bob has returned with him in their patrol car.

unfortunately the only seat available is the one in the back behind a plate of steel mesh. his doors have no inside handles and an officer has to let him out. the two officers jump start our battery and at least we are on our way home. half way across our car stalls in the middle of the lane of heavy rush hour traffic. with cars whizzing past us it is too dangerous to get out. there's nothing we can do except to sit here and wait to be rescued. remember, there are no cell phones. ann prints sos against the fogged up back window with. after a short wait a small pickup truck approaches from behind and slowly pushes us over to the center guardrail. he drives away and once again,

we wait. eventually a tow truck with blinking red emergency lights comes to our rescue. attaching a huge hook to the front bumper of our car the driver uses a crane to hoist us up to a 45 degree angle. with our front wheels completely off the ground the only thing we see are the hooks and flashing re red lights. susan smiles. you look ridiculous, dad. this whole day has been ridiculous bob responds. i have been smeared with jam, imprisoned in a police car and hauled away by a tow truck. without the bizarre scene suddenly becomes hilarious, giving into our pent up emotions the five of us burst out

laughing. bob ultimately was convicted and sentenced to serve two and a half to eight years in prison. he ended up spending 18 months at the prison camp 150 miles north of los angeles where we were living. the next scene is my first visit to bob at the camp. i had driven him up the day before and left him. now i'm returning with his mother. this chapter is titled handle man, you a visit. arriving at noon we parked the car and followed this stream of families carrying picnic baskets into the visitor center. she is up bet and excited about seeing her son.

bob is notified, handleman, you a visit. he didn't get the name right. i recognize bob as one of the men waiting patiently at the gate. he is coming over here. it's the same elated tone she used when ever she spotted her son at a white house event as

soon as he y fied himself he identifies himself. i cringe. we push forward to greet him but bob is distracted, guiding us towards the door on the opposite side he tells us to hurry if we want to get seats at a table in the patio. the guys told me outside is the best place to be he explains. the three of us step out into a small grassy area which is enclosed on three sides by the l-shaped visitor center and the camp chapel. the fourth side is open to the road where a painted white line runs along the edge of the asphalt. bob doesn't relax until we are seated at one with of the picnic

tables. sharing stories with us he describes an overly strict guard. he talks about one of the guys who tried to blow up his mother's plane after he took out life insurance on her. he is assign add cube kal which he refer to as his house. a 5 foot partition contains a bed, desk, chair and cup board. >> these are issued each week along with shorts, socks, towels and sheets. a washer and drier are available as well as a laundry service.

requests for certain personal items from home such as clothing, books, sports gear or toiletries must be in writing. all letters and packages will be approved before they are distributed. before long i'll be assigned to a job bob says looking pleased. in the meantime i have a temporary assignment at the power plant. i bet they put you to work in the office she speculates. you're such a good manager and you're so organized. i won't tell you where bob ended up working. you have to read the book. before we know it our three hour visit is over. the air is cooler and fog is starting to creep across the

patio. i'm not allow today step over that white line. bob's words tell it like it is. the line is a blunt visual reminder of where he is. clutching our left over picnic supplies we join mostly women and children on their way back to the parking lot. behind us bob stands with his feet firmly planted. i will conclude with an excerpt from my epilogue. summer 1994. i have a small sailboat.

it's -- there's just enough room in it for one person. my legs are cramped as i grab the ill tiller and push away from the dock. it's summer and nothing ever seems to change and everything is different. eight months ago bob passed away. the wind causes my little boat to heal as i cross the channel. i'm alone with my thoughts and my mind goes back in time. this is where it all began 26 years ago. it was a journey that took bob and me to unbelievable heights as well as to the deepest depths. it gave us a second chance. bob game president and ceo at the hotel operation of mur dock development company.

he gave talks in the community, grew fantastic roses, rode his horse, sam, on the beach and took walks with his dog. he was an enthusiastic sunday schoolteacher through the years bob stay until touch and occasional visits. he held to the positive and

moved forward. as soon as i entered the main channel a blast of wind fills the sail. if bob were here he would be on the windiest part of the bay healing and going as fast as possible. without thinking i find myself look frg -- looking for him. i miss him with all my heart. thank you. [ applause ]

>> thank you so 34u67. we'll see you in the front lobby. bye bye. ♪ tonight we'll visit 17 state capitols including austin, texas, sacramento, california and new york. it is part of a special weeknight edition. starting at 8:00 p.m. eastern here on cspan 3. coming up this weekend on american history tv on cspan 3 saturday at 10:00 p.m. eastern on real america the 1947 u.s. war department film don't be a sucker about hate filled speech.

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