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August, 1975
"Believe me, my loved one, children are what their parents truly expect them to be. If we can face the thought of our intended execution without terror, so then will they." With more hope than certainty, Ethel Rosenberg writes to reassure her husband, Julius, while both await death as nuclear spies for allegedly passing atomic secrets to the Russians. We would spare them, we decided, if they pronounced themselves guilty and ashamed; instead, they broadcast their innocence throughout th...
