Years ago – more than I care to admit – I visited the small historic town of Jefferson in East Texas with my then-boyfriend. I had gone with him to Marshall, his hometown, to meet his parents, and he suggested a day trip to nearby Jefferson. I had never heard of the town. And I had grown up in Irving, a Dallas suburb, which was only three hours away.
“What’s there?” I asked Charlie.
“It used to be an inland river port,” he said.
An inland river port in the middle of northeast Texas? Okay.
We both love history and so of course we had to visit Jefferson’s historical museum, which is housed in the old post office and the federal courthouse. We were wandering around looking at the various exhibits when I saw a full-page newspaper article in a display case. It was about the murder of Diamond Bessie in Jefferson. The article was published in a Dallas paper – nearly 60 years after the murder. I thought, “Why would a paper in Dallas care about a murder in a small town that happened in 1877?”
After reading the article, my next thought was, “How in the world did he get away with it?” Bessie Moore was a prostitute known for her beauty and her diamonds, and her killer, her husband of just eleven days – Abe Rothschild – shot Bessie to death in the woods near Jefferson, took her diamonds, and went back to Cincinnati, Ohio, where he was from. The Rothschild name also caught my attention. Was he related to the banking family?
I was hooked. At the time, I was working as a television news reporter in Charleston, SC, but made a vow that when I got back to my home state, I would research the case and decide whether it was worthy of a novel. I had always wanted to write fiction but had never had an idea that captivated me enough to keep me engaged.
Two years later, I got a job anchoring the evening news at a television station in San Antonio and immediately started my research. I quickly learned the story was more fascinating than I could have imagined. On the weekends and before my shift on the weekdays, I went to the library where I read hundreds of news articles about the case on microfilm from newspapers around the country via the inter-library loan system. This was long before newspapers.com! I also traveled to many of the places Bessie and Abe had lived or visited, and interviewed anybody I could find who knew anything about the history of the case and the people involved.
After two years of solid research, I had the facts, but not the “why.” Why did Bessie become a prostitute – what led her to that life? Why was she attracted to Abe? Why didn’t she leave the relationship when he became abusive? Why did she marry him? What led him to kill Bessie? I wanted to know the answer to all these questions.
I’m not the only person captivated by this story. Jefferson’s Jessie Allen Wise Garden Club has performed a play, loosely based on the second trial, every year since 1955. A couple of nonfiction books have been written about the case, and a dear friend of mine, Susi Wolf, a master storyteller, performs a one-woman play about Bessie’s life as a prostitute and her death. A couple of musicians have even written songs about Bessie. But there’s never been a novel. Until now.
I don’t know how long it will take to see my book published, but I am working on it diligently to make it worthy enough for publication. If you would like to read my book when it’s published, sign up for my newsletter and I’ll keep you updated on my progress!