When I was 10 or 11, my grandfather passed away from cirrhosis of the liver (he was a happy, functioning alcoholic). I was in his hospital room alone with him the day he passed, scared because of how different he looked from the man I'd always known (he'd lost like half his body weight, and looked skeletal).

He held my hand, and told me that his father (my great grandfather) k**led 4 men in their beds with an icepick because they'd "r***d a colored girl" and the law wouldn't do anything about it. He went into gory detail that bordered on t*****e p**n. I still have mental scars 35 years later.

I didn't understand all of that at the time, and it wasn't until years later telling my mom about it that she confirmed and explained it in a more gentle detail. Apparently, my great grandfather and his brother may have also been professional (or maybe serial) k**lers, and supposedly k**led upwards of 25 K*K members across Alabama, Georgia, and Northern Florida.