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Violent, carnal, and profane. Not how you’d expect pretty, peaceful Minneapolis to be portrayed during Eisenhower’s somnambulant 1950s. But the City of Lakes was also the ‘anti-Semitism capital of America. ’ Sexual predators, pornographers, and backstreet Romeos were on the prowl, and ill-tempered cops, haunted by brutal World War II experiences, weren’t reluctant to thump the poor sap who rubbed them the wrong way.
In 1955, Minneapolis was also a magnet for small-town girls who flocked to the big city desperate for work, love, and adventure - not always in that order. But Teresa Hickman, of Tiny Dollar, North Dakota, was a special case. She was beguiling, promiscuous, and, on a chilly April morning, lying dead along an abandoned trolley track in a Southside neighborhood. She’d been strangled. Could the killer have been, among the many men drawn to her like flies to honey, Dr. H. David Rose, a middle-aged dentist with no criminal history? There’s no forensic evidence or credible wit
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Violent, carnal, and profane. Not how you’d expect pretty, peaceful Minneapolis to be portrayed during Eisenhower’s somnambulant 1950s. But the City of Lakes was also the ‘anti-Semitism capital of America. ’ Sexual predators, pornographers, and backstreet Romeos were on the prowl, and ill-tempered cops, haunted by brutal World War II experiences, weren’t reluctant to thump the poor sap who rubbed them the wrong way.
In 1955, Minneapolis was also a magnet for small-town girls who flocked to the big city desperate for work, love, and adventure - not always in that order. But Teresa Hickman, of Tiny Dollar, North Dakota, was a special case. She was beguiling, promiscuous, and, on a chilly April morning, lying dead along an abandoned trolley track in a Southside neighborhood. She’d been strangled. Could the killer have been, among the many men drawn to her like flies to honey, Dr. H. David Rose, a middle-aged dentist with no criminal history? There’s no forensic evidence or credible wit