I’m Margaret Anne Hoffman, and I’ve lived at 412 Maple Street for fifty-three years. I raised three children in this house. I buried my husband from this house.

And I spent the last thirty years of my life trying to destroy the motorcycle club that moved in next door, convinced they were criminals, drug dealers, thugs who were ruining our peaceful neighborhood.

I filed 127 noise complaints. I called the police on them 89 times. I started a petition to have their clubhouse shut down that got 340 signatures.

And when I got so sick I couldn’t leave my bed, when my children stopped calling and my neighbors stopped checking on me.

When I was lying in my own house starving because I was too weak to cook and too proud to ask for help—those bikers