I'm Bob Garfield, and this is the fourth and final installment of our summer series, Bob's Docks.

Over the past month, we've revisited interviews with documentary filmmakers and considered the sins of manipulation,

the primacy of access, and the sheer power of pruriance.

But this week, it's personal, the family connections that can

imbue an inquiring filmmaker with a particular level of zeal. For our finale, we bring you the

story behind Ken Dornstein's My Brother's Bomber, a film that may have helped to press the restart

button on official investigations into the Lockerbie bombing.

But first, recalling an iconic episode of American introspection,

the murder of Kitty Genevice on a New York street in 1964.

The crime dishonored the city, all cities, as the emblem of urban dehumanizations.

The lead in the New York Times read, quote, for more than half an hour, 38 respectable

law-abiding citizens in Queens watched a killer stalk and stab a woman in three separate

attacks in Q Gardens.

Tomorrow marks what many people regard as one of the most shameful anniversaries in New York City history.

50 years ago, her murder led to the adoption of the 911 system.

Police discovered that more than 30 people had witnessed her attack,

and no one had picked up the phone to call the police.

KD's teenage brother Bill read the story and believes it made him the man he became.

But is the story true?

A 2015 documentary, The Witness, follows Bill's long and arduous pursuit of the witnesses

to Kitty's death and her life, the so-called witnesses who shamed

us all. James Solomon directed and produced the witness. He spoke with Bob Stock's New York City

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