Fatal Flaw
A True Story of Malice and Murder in a Small Southern Town
- The Defense - Page 91
Seventeen
I was a nincompoop,” Tommy Zeigler said in June 1991. He was describing himself at age thirty. "Right's right, wrong's wrong, there's nothing in between. That's how I was raised. You never questioned authority. The people in authority were always right. They always played by the rules. The law was there to protect you."
And sixteen years later?
"I don't know which end is up anymore."
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