I went to school with Frankie, and the dates of 67/ 68 don't seem right to me, but a lot of time has passed. I remember when it all happened. I knew his girlfriend and where she lived in Clayton. Frankie lived or stayed in Mt. Andrew Al. He was a couple of years older than me maybe some more. He was a good young man, first and foremost. Everybody needs to know that. He was a fighter, not because he started anything, but because he could finish it. I remember, Frieda too. We all went to
Clayton High School.
The janitor of the school was the one that found him. I won't call names, because like I said, it's been a long time. Back then older teenagers didn't pay much attention to younger students. I was usually quiet but paid attention to what went on around me. Frankie was no bully, he didn't take no crap off anyone. He was what we called in old school language as Rawboned, nothing but muscle and bone. He was a handsome fellow too. Slim, with powerful looking hands and knuckles. I remember his hair was black and kinda slicked back with a part on one side.
Yeah, I looked up to him, but he never knew it. The last time I saw him alive we were out in the hall in the high school sitting in those metal fold out chairs. He had his leaning back against the wall like we all did back then, and some people still do, the way a chair can slip out and you bust it on the floor.
I don't think he was too well liked by some of the other teenage boys, because he would fight 3 at the time, remember like I said he wouldn't start anything, but he would finish it.
You can be sure that as with most crimes, somebody knows what happened. A lot of people have never heard of Frankie Langford, was what I always called him, but it turns out to be Lankford. He was let go, and it was over and done with. Maybe because he was a nobody, with no money. Maybe it was because, there were people that knew what happened and to protect their sons, and families, they just buried it when they buried Frankie.
Anyway, that's my opinion, and every has a right to theirs. I hope that the ones that did this, if they are still alive will come forward, and confess what they did on that night so long ago. If not that they have asked for forgiveness or burn eternally in hell.