Nothing Less of Evil

Not long after that first meeting, Hoffa was called before the Senate Committee. It was headed by Senator John L. McClellan. Other members included John F. Kennedy, and his younger brother, Robert Kennedy had been appointed Counsel for the Committee. Its main target was The International Brotherhood of Teamsters, and it launched a thorough investigation into the believed criminal activities committed by the union's organization. Their first success was the Union President, Dave Beck, who was charged and convicted of tax fraud. Now the Committee's attention was turned to the Vice-President, and the obvious successor to Beck, the man from Detroit, Jimmy Hoffa.

The committee tried everything to get Jimmy Hoffa. To those watching it was clear that this was a battle of wills, a personal fight between Hoffa and Robert Kennedy. But whatever he tried, Kennedy couldn't seem to find any concrete evidence that would convict Hoffa.


In March 1957, far from the main arena in Washington, at the house of Joey Mitchell, a union official working out of Detroit, silence had finally fallen over the neighborhood. Mitchell had come home late. There'd been the usual shouts and arguments coming from inside the house, slammed doors and crying, but now things seemed to have settled down.

Joey's young wife, Jenny, left her husband sleeping in bed; the liquor on his breath, the make-up on his shirt, indication of his wayward habits. They'd only been married for two years, but things had never gone well. She went into the bathroom and looked at her fat lip and the bruised eye and anger grew inside her.

Nobody had ever hit her before, not till Joey. The few friends she'd confided in didn't seem to think it was such a big deal. She knew her father would have beaten Joey if he'd been around to know, but one year ago he'd been killed in a car crash. Plus if her dad had touched Joey, Joey's friends at the union would have helped him out. Once her dad was gone, it was as if Joey thought it was open season. She stood there looking into the mirror and wished her dad was still alive, and wished she'd never met Joey Mitchell. Everything was wrong.

It slowly dawned on her that she had nothing left; that this life that she was living wasn't worth waking up for. But Jenny was tough, she wasn't about to end it all. Instead it was how she was living this life that she would end.

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