He was charming, intelligent and interesting.
In the hour I spent in Bart Whitaker’s company, I couldn’t help but find him likeable. And that made me extremely uncomfortable. Like most journalists, I like to think I’ve developed an excellent bullshit detector. So how could I be charmed by a man who organised the murder of his entire family?
I met Bart Whittaker where he now lives – on death row in the Polunsky Unit, a notorious Prison in Texas. I knew all about his crime before I met him, and I’d spoken to his father Kent – the only member of the family to survive Bart’s murder plot – a beautiful man, who has somehow found the faith and grace to forgive his child for orchestrating the brutal murder of his wife and youngest son.