Ask natives of Atlanta who killed the black children of the early 80’s and you’d get many different theories….here’s mines.
In 1979, a list began to form of black children being murdered in metro Atlanta. By 1980 they were being called the Missing and Murdered Children of Atlanta. By the next year, over 25 children ranging from age 9 to 20 will make the gut-wrenching list and a black man “Wayne Williams” will be the FBI’s prime suspect.
It is ironic that a man would be charged and convicted solely on carpet fibers. Strange that he was no stranger to the community and worked with a local newspaper gathering stories at one time. But what may disturb many is that he was only charged with the murder of two adults and not the 20 or so children that was killed. But as he received his two life sentences, the book closed and he was labeled the murderer of all the children.
I crinch sometimes at the thought of how I could have easily been one of those victims. I was 10, lived in the projects of Dixie Hills, less than four blocks from Wayne Williams house and I am black. I even later attended Williams’ Alma mater, Frederick Douglass High School. The only thing is I was a girl…oh yeah, he allegedly killed a couple of girls too. Well this is where my theory comes in.
The first female child was Angel Lenair, she was one of the first victims and tied to a tree and sexually assaulted. She did not fit the profile of the other children. The boys started off beat to death or stabbed, then the pattern changed to strangulation and asphyxiation. The rumors began to swarm about a possible KKK involvement where a group of brothers vowed to kill one black boy a month. GBI and FBI investigators began tapping their phones and following them because consequently they knew a couple of the victims. They overheard a phone conversation where one of the brothers mentioned going out to find another kid. By then the numbers began to pile up. Instead of one black child a month, there were one a week being kidnapped and murdered!
This is where my memory began to kick in of that dreadful summer.
I was going to the store across the street from where I lived when I noticed a dark colored car with tinted windows. (one of the victims called police and reported being followed by a dark car with tinted windows) I didn’t know that at the time.