The first instinct was to fight. He’d call their bluff. Come out swinging.
“Prove it,” Joel Rich wanted to say.
Prove my boy died because he was some kind of a mole, an email hacker, a cog in a conspiracy, a patsy in an international political intrigue.
Yet Joel Rich knew he wouldn’t get anywhere trying to knock down each new Internet rumor about the death this past summer of his son, Seth.
“People don’t care about the truth anymore,” the father lamented.
Seth Rich, the 27-year-old Democratic National Committee staffer with the straw-colored hair, American flag shirts and goofy grin, wasn’t just another D.C. murder victim. No. He was a meme in the weirdest presidential election of our times.
Somehow the bullets that took Rich’s life early that morning in July — two loud pops in the darkness — have continued to echo long after police officers found him bleeding in the streets of the District’s Bloomingdale neighborhood, chattering away but confused, unaware that his life was seeping away. In an era of reckless information, this is what it’s like when the fire hose gets turned on your family. Joel Rich wanted to move on to the next stage of grief, but it was too noisy out there, the allegations getting more and more far-fetched.
Seth was ordered killed by Hillary Clinton because he knew something about her email scandal.
Seth was killed by Russians posing as FBI agents investigating the Clintons.
Seth was killed because he slipped DNC emails to WikiLeaks.