racist for no apparent reason, but Andrew Webbâs racist posturing entailed more complexity. Gail Webb, the sister thirteen years his senior, was married to a black man and is the mother of five interracial children. Her brother is âUncle Andrewâ to her brood of beautiful and obviously âhalf-blackâ offspring. At no time did Andrew Webb ever show any prejudice against his nieces and nephews, nor did he display any racist attitudes or behavior toward them.
âHe may have mouthed that antiblack talk to be further accepted by Paul and Chris,â suggested his older sister. âOur youngest brother did have a very bad attitude toward blacks, primarily from his negative experiences of getting beat up every day at the all-black grade school he was bused to when we first moved to D Street in 1966. But even he was never mean to my kids. My momâs mother said that my kids werenât welcome to come visit her because they were black, but Mom said, âIf they canât come, none of us will ever come.â That settled that. Grandma did a complete turnaround and made my kids welcome. So the race-prejudice thing with Andrew was either fake, or his kindness to my kids was fake. The things that were very real, especially once he started drinking and drugging, were Andrewâs hair-trigger temper, interest in violence, and really poor judgment.â
Andrew Webbâs proclivity for illegal and violent acts, unlike Paul St. Pierreâs, didnât derive from being born with a diminished mental capacity. Instead, any thought disturbances or brain-function irregularities were due to one or more head injuries.
âAlthough Andrew had his head hurt a few times when he was little, the first time I noticed a drastic change in his behavior,â said his sister Gail, âwas when he was about seven or eight years old. He got into a scuffle with another boy on the way home from school, and he fell down, banging his head on the curb. When he got home, he showed us the bump on his head. He kept saying the exact same phrases over and over to us as if he had not ever said them before. He would show us the bump every minute or so just like we hadnât seen it or heard about it. Then he also showed some memory loss. Turns out he had a concussion, but by the time the doctor diagnosed the problem, Andrew couldnât even remember how it happened. From then on, he was not the same in lots of ways, but he was still bright and did well in school, but he gradually became more and more weird. Iâm sure smoking pot, drinking, and taking lots of acid were major factors. Especially because of the head injury.â
Andrew Webbâs successes were consistently noteworthy, both in secondary school and in romance. While attending Lincoln High, he became enraptured with an attractive senior-year dropout named Anne. Equally smitten Anne overlooked all blemishes beyond the superficial. Eager for adulthood and the pride of parenthood, the two married soon after Andrew Webb graduated from high school.
âWhen I married Andrew Webb in the summer of 1981, I was so captivated by him that I couldnât see the major problems, things that were obvious to my parents and my sister. Such as him being a weird and dangerous Bible-quoting alcoholic with a peculiar passion for gunsâyou know, things like that. But there seemed to be so much good about him, too. Sure, he was the life of the party, but he graduated from high school with honors, was a hard worker, and had that big pride thing going because he was a real man with a wife and family. Then, one day, he broke his collarbone in a dirt bike accident during his lunch break from work. As it wasnât a work-related accident, Labor and Industries didnât cover it. Suddenly, he was out of work, no income, and his pride was hurt more than his collarbone. It healed wrongâthe collarbone, I meanâand he had to have it rebroken three months
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