âHave you ever seen your father using drugs?â
âNo, sir.â
To the extent that he could, Rob used his responses to declare over and over that his father was a nice man who cared about homework and would never hurt anybody. Lechliter managed to sway the judge toward the death penalty regardless.
A T O AKDALE E LEMENTARY , Rob led the math league and spelling bee teams to area competitions where they were typically routed by more affluent schools in South Orange and Montclair. He took these defeats to heart, scowling and stomping around the house for days afterward. Already, he and his more motivated classmates were learning that no matter how badly they wanted to succeed, they seemed to lack some element that would put them on equal footing with peers growing up just a few miles away. Of course, they figured that the element was money.
In addition to such socioeconomic awakenings, her son now officially hailed from a single-parent home. He was far from alone in this regard; of the roughly sixty thousand people living in East Orange in thelate 1980s, 25 percent were under eighteen years old, and 67 percent of those children lived in single-parent homes. More than ten thousand children in the three square miles Rob Peace inhabited shared his new situation, whether through abandonment, death, or imprisonment. But for the most part, families in the area tended to break up very early, before long-term memory imprinted and the children had fully formed their attachments. These children had never had involved fathers and so they didnât know, as Rob knew, what it felt like to love and be loved by oneâand then have him ripped away.
The only positive effect Jackie observed was that in a high-crime area such as East Orange, where murders were relatively common, no one crime stood out to the extent that it generated much gossip or judgment. People close to the Peaces knew what had happened, of course, but the event wasnât otherworldly enough to send shock waves of âOh my God, can you believe . . . ?â coursing through the surrounding blocks. Jackie had worried about Rob in this regard at firstâhis association by blood to an alleged killer of womenâbut found that there was no need. He didnât seem to experience any exclusion, name-calling, or dirty looks. No one cared, not really. What did worry her was when Rob would come home smirking with an ugly sort of pride. Heâd tell her how someoneâan older kid at school whose dad knew Skeet, or a random set of guys trolling the neighborhood in the evening, or Carlâhad lauded his father as some kind of noble rebel-warrior and considered him above all a victim of the white establishment. âShame how they did him like that,â they would say to the boy. And worse: âYou have to carry his name on proud, little man.â
To avert this name carrying, Jackie had to make a change.
During the year after Skeetâs arrest, she began attending night school to become qualified as a kitchen supervisor. Consequently, for six months she saw her son for less than an hour in the mornings. This huge sacrifice proved worthwhile when, upon completion, she landed an administrative job at University Hospital and a raise of $2,000 a year. Instead of cooking the food, she was now responsible for ordering, tracking, keeping inventory, and delegating work to others. She skimped on clothes, food, and all luxuries, both for her and Rob. She took a second job sweeping hair off a salon floor. And after two years of thisâof Rob enduring ridicule for wearing clothes heâd outgrown while eating yellow rice with black beans most nights, often by himself or with his grandparentsâJackie had saved enough to send her son to private school on her own. This time, no one questioned her desire to do so. She was forty-one years old.
In September 1990, just as his fatherâs murder trial began in the courthouse downtown,
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