Everybody has secrets.

You have secrets, and I have secrets.

And families have secrets.

For most of his life, my father was haunted by a family's secret, but not our families.

My dad was a civil rights lawyer in St. Louis, and he had a client, a young man, who disappeared

for almost 30 years.

One of the ways that his power bring me into the world is to be a human.

He laughed and has been a proof.

He was sentenced to five years of pediatry, and I haven't seen him.

I spent 10 years trying to unravel what happened to Howard Mechanic, and my journey took me

to places I never could have imagined, like a Cold War spy ring.

But in the Bureau itself, oh gosh, you probably had less than a dozen and a half people at

any one time who knew about the thing.

A suspected conspiracy to murder a civil rights leader.

I could hear people say, get down, get down, and I took off in one of the stairwell.

I kneeled down and I tried to read his pulse, and it's not working.

Nothing seems to be working.

And the U.S. government's attempts to cover it all up.

If you were planning to get rid of Martin Luther King, would you want anybody to know about

that?

So it had to be secret.

It's a story fueled by paranoia, about communists in our midst, and about students trying to

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