|Reeve Whitson - Junior Year of High School|
Part One Introduction
This is a quick section. Just a little fact check on O'Neill's version of Whitson's early years and we'll be out the door.
Whenever I decide I've discovered the most interesting person in this study, a new rabbit hole opens in front of my fingertips, and down I go. Without fail, I search every time for a starting point long before the subject enters our realm. I need to see them as people.
I look for the usual stuff. Hopes. Dreams. Were they loved?
Truth be told, love isn't something I always find on these dark roads. Imagine if some connection existed between unloved children and bad outcomes. Talk about possibilities.
I'll stop there. Bootstraps arguments are pointless. We've already had them and it's not like monsters and heroes appear fully formed the first time they emerge from the shadows anyway. That stuff only happens in movies. In real life, monsters and heroes walk beside us every step of the way.
Online, I followed Tom O'Neill's research team to Reeve Whitson's relatives. Figuring out who's who isn't super hard. Crime dogs always stop when they discover someone they can call. Paper trails only need to stretch that far.
Here are the things I found while attempting to confirm O'Neill's backstory on Whitson. Thankfully, my ride through history was easy this time. None of the snow was unplowed.
Reeve's father was a circus performer in a successful family business. He had representation in the Big Apple.
Reeve's mother took him to London while she worked. I thought she was an actress but O'Neill says she's a dancer. He's probably correct.
Whitson took part in school activities you might expect from the son of performers. Drama. Singing. Instruments. He also stayed fit. All in all, Reeve was a handsome overachiever. I found an honest smile in almost every photo.
Basketball team manager.
This one will make Tobias happy. Whitson ran Track!
O'Neill tells us in Chaos that Whitson went to Indiana University after high school but I couldn't find anything. Someone has locked down several Whitson photos online. That cruelty knows no bounds.
Buntline, where for art thou? An ROTC type photo would be fantastic right about now.
My research into Whitson's backstory made me feel like O'Neill didn't fudge anything. I didn't expect any funny business but found myself pleasantly surprised nevertheless. I'll be back with more screen caps from Whitson's public life in subsequent sections. For now, let's leave Whitson in the stands of an early 1950's Hoosier basketball game and jump to 1969.
At least this time, the person actually exists. See you in Part Three.