This story is like something from Dateline or 20/20. Wesley Diggs was a tall, slender Black man who owned several bars in Harlem. A college graduate, he’d once been a hell of a b-ball player on courts throughout Harlem and had worked as an electrical engineer. In school, he developed an entrepreneurial spirit that led to him opening several bar businesses and a stationery store. One chilly Saturday afternoon in 1975, he drove across the George Washington Bridge, going home to his wife Jean and four kids in Teaneck, New Jersey for the first time in three days. When he got to the house, his entire family had been murdered.