Becky Cooper: We Keep the Dead Close

crime cases. This is about the choices writers make, both good and bad, and it's a deep dive into the unpublished details behind their stories. Author Becky Cooper was a student at Harvard University when she heard a curious rumor about a murdered student in the late nineteen sixties. Cooper was told that the killer was likely a professor, but her investigation uncovered clues that had been buried for decades. And who the real killer was came as a surprise

to everyone. The story of Jane Britten's life and her murder is detailed in the book We Keep the Dead Close. Let's start from the beginning. Where does it make sense for you to start? Were you in journalism or why were you at Harvard to begin with? I was at Harvard because I wanted to be a neuroscientist. I always liked writing.

And suddenly her boyfriend shows up, and I sort of decided, all right, well, I'll make the most of this intrusion, because I knew that this boyfriend was, among other things, an incredible storyteller, So I, you know, figured i'd bait him with some kind of half remembered Harvard lore about some fire truck parked in Harvard Yard that involved ghosts.

I don't remember the story, but I do remember that it worked a trick, because he said, well, if you want to hear really crazy Harvard story, and launched into this almost like well worn academic kind of horror story slash fairy tale about this beautiful, nameless archaeology graduate student who had been on a dig in Iran and had had an affair with this professor, the professor who was running it, and when they got back to campus, she didn't want to give up the affair, and he was married,

and he didn't want the school to find out about the affair. And one thing leads to another, and she ends up being killed by him in the Peabody Museum, which is the anthropology museum at Harvard, and he lays jewelry on her that they had found at the dig, their cigarette butts that had been burned. And then there's this red ochre, this iron oxide powder that's been sprinkled

all over the crime scene. And according to the rumor as I first heard it, the school caught wind the next day that the school newspaper was going to write about this professor's alleged connection to the murder, and they didn't want their sort of superstar professor to be caught up in something so sordid, and so they swashed the story. Fast forward to forty years later, and it's still unsolved.

My boyfriend was also notoriously good at spinning tale, so I didn't really give that story a ton of credence. I think it just it lodged in my brain because Harvard I loved it. It was this kind of dreamlike world of possibilities. But it was that also because it was so omnipotent, and so imagining it wielding that power for bad or at least for squashing a story that it didn't like, wasn't that hard to imagine. And so it just sort of found its way into its own archetype.

And then a year later, not having looked into the story at all, I happened to go to my advisor, who is in the anthropology department, even though I was comparative literature, and I'm early for this meeting, and I overhear them talking about Samuel Warthrope, who Harvard anthropologists loved to think was the basis for Indiana Jones, and they're telling me it was very common for archaeologists to actually be spies because it offered a very convenient cover, especially

between the wars, and so then I can't help myself, and I'm like, well, if you want to hear a really crazy Harvard story about, you know, archaeologists with double identities. And I tell this story, which is, you know, by this point half remembered and I have never fact checked it, and I'm so embarrassed, like metacognitively, as I'm telling the story to people who are in the department that I like, wrap it up as quickly as possible, and then they

don't say anything, and they keep looking at me. And finally my advisor says, the woman was killed not in the Puberty Museum, as I had heard in the rumor, but in her off campus apartment. And then his other advisor says, and that professor that you're talking about, he's still on faculty.

stopped it at this point. It used to have this week at the beginning each semester called Shopping Period, where you could just really essentially walk into any class and there was no roster, and it was just a chance

to audition classes. And I realized if I was going to be anonymous ever and just sort of like be in the presence of this professor around whom a rumor like this could linger for fifty years, but this was my chance, and so I attend his class for a couple of months, living with my old college roommate, and still at that point I didn't know what I was

going to do with all this information. Just I think there was a kind of innocence and a naivety in the sense of it just felt like this hangnail or this inconclusive justice that just required somebody asking the right question or finally listening to the answer, rather than what it turned out to be, which was me spending the next ten years learning how to be an investigative journalist to figure out how to actually solve this case.

So the murder happened in nineteen sixty nine. A lot of just to preface, and a lot of what was in that original rumor turns out to not have been directly true. The cigarette burns, for instance, is a weirdness translation of a single unstained cigarette butt that was inside of an ash tray. But I do learn from these articles that you know a number of things in the rumor is true or are true, like that she had been on a dag and a round in the previous summer.

So after going to a kind of boarding school called Dana Hall nearby Neida, Massachusetts, she went on to go to Radcliffe College. And at that point, even though Harvard and Radcliffe were separate, the Harvard men and Radcliffe women were taking classes together, and Jane was this absolute kick in the pants. Her best friend, who I tracked down, said that she was like a combination between Groucho Marx

and Dorothy Parker, except without the mustache. You know. One of the absolute pleasures of working on a book that was otherwise very dark was going through her letters and reading her jokes that still land like. You know, there's one letter where she says, you know, I wouldn't mind getting married, but then again, I wouldn't mind having a pizza when I get home. And so she she was really not of the mold of her family, where silence

ruled and the town about it. Her mother, who had been a professor and had given that up when she got married and had two children and had become an alcoholic would just get waved on by the police and her parents. You know, her father clearly had a high powered position within Harvard. Would it turned out to be not feel of the institution, but rather having been welcomed into it, which which then a complicated dynamic for why

they ended up not investigating her case. But so then Jane goes from being this dynamite powerhouse at Radcliffe to doing something pretty unheard of because very few people went as a kind of feeder from either Harvard or Radcliffe into the Harvard graduate school programs. But Jane was so exceptional that she did. She went from being an undergraduate in anthropology specializing in archaeology to then doing the same

thing at Harvard for grad school. So she was in January of nineteen sixty nine when we're talking about she was in her second year of graduate school, specializing in Near Eastern archaeology.

as they would describe themselves, alien in some way. And I think anthropology is a discipline where you're allowed to buy necessity or at least aspiration, be participating in something and beyond the outside of it. And so I think it was a career that made the way that she naturally felt feel critical.

and do this? But she was really phenomenal. She had great training in archaeology, and so a lot of people in her life thought that she want to go on and become a professor in archaeology, though her brother, I think, you know, thought it would be equally likely that she'd go on and maybe be a cocktail pianist or something like that. You know, she really had. She was multidimensional, but she was very serious about academic archaeology.

dynamic was. But she loved him. You know. There's beautiful journal entries and letters from their time in London, the summer before just before they go to Iran, where he, you know, says, go put on something nice and she dresses up and he says, no, really nice And it's because he's about to take her to the Savoy And they go and they have a fabulous dinner and they dance and you know, she's six foot seven, and she's like, have you ever been lifted up by someone who's you know,

a six foot seven house? Basically, and they go skipping down the street and she writes in her journal that she feels, you know, about two years old, just so

raw and thrilled and in love. But you know, things sort of get a little bit rocky over the next six months, starting with in Iran when he starts to maybe pull back a little bit in his normal reticent way and is not this, you know, jolly, pick you up and twirlier around London streets kind of person, and he they're all, you know, everyone in the second year is preparing for these huge exams called generals, which is really this make or break moment in their career if

you fail, especially if you fail for the second time, which was what Jane's position was going to be. It wasn't a big deal to fail the first time, but if you fail a second time, then you basically get kicked out of the department. So Jim and Jane we're both facing these huge exams within four months of coming back from Iran, and they're both they've both gotten very sick. In Iran, everyone on this dig loses like thirty pounds.

She blames the professor for having in part Doug. The latrine's downwind from camp, so you know, he in her boyfriend instead of coming back to campus after Iran goes back to his native Canada to recuperate really and to study for these exams. Jane goes back to school on the other hand, and so for the next for five months,

they're doing long distance and they're already fairly strained. And you know, she gets a letter from him that is so reserved where he ends it in this kind of not spiteful but it just feels so icy that it feels it registers that way where he signs it health and luck jim oh okay. And so they're not doing super well by the time January comes around.

an archaeologist. It's like whatever trench you get assigned. So she, you know, the person next to her found this unbelievable artifact in his trench. There was this neolithic figurine that had both female and male genitaria. And you know, meanwhile Jane's pulling bricks out of her trench, brick after brick after brick, rat she maybe finds a tooth, but she's just feeling like she's the worst archaeologist because she's not

getting anything. It turns out, she realizes belatedly as she's mapping this out, that she probably found the outer wall of at least one of the cities, and so that's

what she was going to write her dissertation on. And that was a question that it would later turn out that she was maybe not going to be allowed back on this dig in Iran, So her position within the university was a little bit was very dicey, because if she wasn't allowed back to Iran, then she wouldn't have been able to complete her dissertation without finding another advisor.

And basically you become this floating free agent. And I think that really traces to this animosity between the two of them, because the deeper I looked into who this professor was, the less the rumor that they were having an affair really held any water, And the more it turned into this really strained relationship between the two of them, that I was antagonistic relationship between the two of them that I was trying to work out the sort of route.

be on the cusp of being tenured. And he rides a motorcycle, and he has long hair and he wears a leather jacket, I think, and he seems to be this kind of miraculous bridge between the older, very sort of staid professors tenured professors in the anthropology department who have been there forever, and then the really young professors, probably his age though, who have no power within the department, whereas he was of the younger generation but was well on his way to becoming one of the kind of

welcomed in and so he sort of was this escape where also he welcomed women onto his dig, which was not the case for a lot of the other professors. So if Jane, this was the other issue that if she wasn't going to be allowed back to Iran, there weren't that many archaeological digs with Harvard that she could have gone on as a woman. That's the other issue.

So he was this kind of breath of fresh air, but he had his own complications, and his wife was very, very very prim and did not like Jane's foul language. So one of the theories is that it was just friction between Jane and his wife and he didn't want that dynamic necessarily the next year. Another theory is that Jane and her boyfriend Jim were both on this dig. They were a little volatile. Jim was really the professor's

right hand person. Jane seems like a liability and a distraction and the other possibility is that Carl's tenure bid, which is very much up for debate at the exact moment of Jane's death, hinged on potentially this dig being Alexander the great sloss city of Carmania.

that they were showing her friend, she's not there. So there are some question marks leading up to the day of general exams, which is this huge test that we had talked about on which you know, they're destinying the department hinges. The exam starts at around nine and Jim had called Jane twice that morning to make sure she was up for it. She doesn't answer either call, and he thinks, Okay, maybe she's already at the exam, maybe

she fell ill, maybe she's somewhere. But by the time he gets to the exam, which takes place within the Puberty Museum. He notices she's not there, and he sits for this exam for the next two and a half hours. When it's over, he races over to her apartment because it was not only unlike her to miss an exam that's important, it was really it would have been unheard of to miss a test like this, and so he

goes up her stairs her front door. The front door of her apartment was never locked, and her front door by this point, because it's January and the winter heat is making the wood of the door swell so much, her front door is also not locked. But he doesn't

go in. He just sort of knocks on the door, and her neighbor hears Jim knocking, and he'd been listening out because he wanted to hear how Jane had done on her exam, and he's also confused why Jim, of all people who knows that Jane's door can't lock, is knocking on it. So they have a little conversation in

the halloway. Jim finally and he comes right back out and he says, I think it's a woman's problem, which by which I understand he means he sees her on her bed and she's not wearing underwear, again disconcertedly courteous, and so the neighbor's wife walks in. She also pretty immediately walks out. So finally the neighbor Dawn walks in and he sees Jane lying face down on her bed. There are floccati goat hair rugs piled over her. He pulls them back and he sees that her hair is

matted in a pool of blood. You know. He also clocks a couple of things. He clocks eventually that there is this red ochre powder that we had heard about in the rumor spread over the crime scene. And he also notices that there is a window that's open in the kitchen, and Jim, who had been there the night before after having had dinner with Jane, knows that that

window had been shut. And then for the next few days that you know, it really turns into this kind of ag of the Christie constra where everyone's looking at everyone else because particularly of this red ocre. It suddenly goes as word about it gets out, it goes from this, Oh, it might have been a random attacker from Harvard Yard, where there was a lot of news being made about the drugs that had entered campus in the previous years, but the red ocre made it feel specifically like it

had to have been somebody within the anthropology department. And so you get to her funeral, which happens a few days later, and the police are there, and Don the neighbor is telling him it is telling the police food of film because everyone has suddenly become a suspect. And then what's very odd is after Jane's case makes the national news, suddenly about four days in a press black account is issued and there is no more news about Jane's case.

of speculation. There were a lot of very powerful people being dragged through the speculation, and rather than leak incomplete information as they were going through their investigation and worry about damaging their relationship to this extremely powerful institution within the small town that they are, they instead, I think, had faith that they would be able to solve it and sort of soon enough there would be information. The problem was soon enough was fifty years later.

archaeologists did. I think the thing that is really hard to square is that red ochre, which was described in these police d prrogations that I received after the case was solved, was described as having been spread in a kind of linear and then circular pattern. So it seemed deliberate whatever design it was sprinkled in. The Other thing that's known is that there were really other than one

fingerprint by the window, no fingerprints at the sea. Granted, you know, we'll later learn that the police were not necessarily the most competent in this case, so it is possible that they missed some fingerprints. But what's striking is that so I went to a pigment store, I bought some ochre. They didn't have red about yellow, And even knowing that ochre is a powerful pigment, and I was being extremely careful not to get in on my hands, I was just trying to see, you know, how easy

it is to spread in a deliberate pattern. Because I was talking to a pigment specialist and he says, you know, ochre disperses. It's if it really was ochre that's spread, it's going to create this cloud.

there was none of this in Jane's apartment. And so that's the thing that I find really hard to square that there's a chemist report that kind, you know, because there was a huge question of was this in fact red ochre. There was a period where I was like wondering whether it was some other kind of iron powder that she had been taking for her version of anemia, which a pharmacist said probably not. But anyway, it turns

out there there was definitely iron within this powder. Whether it was in fact red acre has been lost to time, but nobody knows exactly where it came from. A graduate student who then becomes one of these three people around whom these constellations of suspicion build up, claims to have seen a little like pot of red ochre powder in a lab in the Peabody Museum, out of which a

huge scoop had come out. And just as everyone seems, you know, myself included, very willing to jump to these huge conclusions based on inconclusive evidence because the kshtalt is very appealing. He says, you know who, I know who the supervisor of this lab was at the time, and

that is, in fact the second suspect around whom. So you have Karl, you have the person who oversaw this lab, and then you have this graduate student claiming and for three very you know, a series of very different reasons people suspect to each of them.

that there was sperm. She had been bludgeoned in multiple places across her head, which seemed like there was a question of whether she was facing her attacker when she was killed, and whether she had been killed off of her bed, which seems likely, and then dragged back into position on the bed.

But we have just endless possibilities of everything from a stranger to now I'm assuming the police whomever is competent in investigating this, hopefully is of course talking to Jim and then finding out about the rumors and talking to Carl. But I know this gets complicated because you might have Harvard Police who are competent, but are you thinking their

hands are starting to be tied? I mean, how is this investigation moving along here when you have an administration who doesn't seem to be enthusiastic about investigating this case because it might dig up too much stuff.

the outside exactly how much investigating they're actually doing. I have access to the interrogations that were conducted, but I also interviewed dozens of people who were very close to Jane, who had their own stories to share, who were never contacted by the police. Jane's brother was contacted once by them. He didn't know, for instance, or claims he doesn't. There's no reason why he wouldn't actually remember. He has an impeccable memory. He doesn't remember the grand jury hearing there

had been one a little while later. It goes on for six months, it ends inconclusively, but it's again everything's really complicated because it turns out the foreman of the grand jury was friends with a number of people in the anthropology department, and he had confessed this to the people in charge because he recognized it for what it was, which was a conflict of interest, and they said, oh,

no problem. So everything feels really kind of muddied. The other thing that was interesting in in tracing how history became the rumor that I had originally heard was that part of the original rumor was that the police had stopped investigating. And then I started to hear whispers of police misconduct. And while it didn't seem directly true that the police totally stopped investigating, it would turn out that even up until the nineties there was somebody who was

quite active in looking into leads. Eventually there was in fact police misconduct, whether that was because of pressure put on by anyone in particular, or because somebody wanted to be a hero solving this very high profile case. Again not in the documents, but it is extremely clearly documented

what this gross misconduct was. So I think one of the impediments to the case really deeply being looked into, or at least why the case had to move from the Cambridge PD to the Massachusetts State Police, was because of this gross misconduct in the nineteen sixties.

for them. But you know, there's I became very close to Don, the neighbor, and he says the police kept pushing him and his wife, trying to make them feel like they were each squealing on the other, forcing Jill, his wife at the time, to look at these bloody photos even though they knew that she was incredibly squeamish and look at these awful photos of their friend Jane, and then get them to the point where you know, they were saying they started to doubt their own knowledge

of their friend, and they said, you know, we know that she wasn't killed because she was a wonderful person. We need to know every bad thing that she did. So it is, well, this flip of victim blaming, which is all too common.

around another graduates store. He is also taking exams. Next day, he you know, gets interrogated, the police ask is it possible that Jim could have snuck out and you didn't hear? And he says, you know, highly highly, highly unlikely. And Jim wakes up in the apartment the next day and they the two of them go to class together to take this to take this exam.

as helpful as I possibly could. And then a week later they call him back in because I think by that point they've started to hear stories of as some people call it, or the newspaper reports put it, reports of hostilities on the dig, and so they start questioning him about this antagonism, and I think it's an interesting case of is this truly the word that was on

the tape or did the transcriber miss it? But he describes her or the police ask if she had been tantalizing to him and he says, yes, was that actually something more like tormenting? Antagonistic? What was that word? Because there's so much hinges on it, but I have no access to what that tape actually sounded like.

behavior and other arenas of the department. That he was quite a bully in many ways in some people's eyes, and so it was a story that they could wield almost like a kind of warning about making sure not to upset him. But also he, according to some graduate students, knew that people had suspected him of murder, and he

seemed to wear it like an invincibility cloak. And then one of the more interesting things was that graduate students for the next forty years passed down this file between themselves, making sure that this story doesn't get buried.

the hallway. And then there's this one night that Jane and Don and Jill go back to his place and he's behaving very oddly. It comes to be known as Incense Night. He's burning incense on his rug. It burns a whole on his rug, and Don and Jill are weirded out. They go home, inviting Jane to come home with them because it's a long walk at one in the morning, and Jane says, no, I'm gonna stay. And then the next morning, both Jill and Don remember seeing

this kind of look in Jane's eyes. They each interpret it differently. Jill thinks that she's had a sleepless night and is on some kind of uppers. Don, however, thinks that she's really experienced something that's deeply spooked her and that she's unwilling to talk about.

starts to scream that. He says, I've never been someone to yell. Why would they think I'm yelling. He's seeming to lose control, going on these really winding kind of hairpin turns, and this young archaeology student, you know, he's only learning about the act of this murder through this yelling that this man seems to have no control over. So it clearly continues to torment him for years to come.

you know. I mean, this is the amount of secrets when we start digging up suspects with women who were murdered, and you just find out all of this shit, like, oh my god, they were she was sexually assaulted in her teens, her father abused her, like it just adds up. And I just always think, like, this is why women end up killed? Is this like host of people in their lives sometimes and you just wouldn't know it exactly.

to to my family and unearthed. You know, a whole litany is things in my family's pasted that would add up if somebody wanted to kind of lead to one conclusion or another to something else. So I think, like it's well, once you start digging, there's sometimes no end.

had her journals and her diaries. I was specifically looking for things that would shed light on their relationships, specifically because I felt like it would help inform the reader. But you know, when people get a hold of journals and they don't know what they're doing, and they're maybe content creators who just want clicks, or they don't care, or they you know, they're not trained journalists, whatever it is,

and they're just putting out whatever they want. These are not inner thoughts that people want published, you know, and we have to be responsible. And I know you were with this book, but I'm sure it was something you had to think about as you were reading a lot of this stuff from her.

I also think about the pain that I was on earthing and the people who lived through it and had to, you know, for sort of forty or fifty years, had to cauterize an unsolved wound, and here I was unearthing it, and I couldn't guarantee them any kind of resolution, And so really it became this question of what is it that I what greater good do I think I'm doing here if I can't As it turned out, I was able to offer them at least an answer as to who the police think did at the end of the day.

had to get the microfiches. So it was done as this like really kind of involved labor of suspicion that multiple institutions would fail Jane and vulnerable people with an academium are broadly so it was you know, it was done in the spirit. I think the power of this file as an art fact is that it was done in the spirit of we have to look out for ourselves.

No one's going to protect us. And in fact, you know, these are the sorts of stories that get buried, and it's these powerful, often male, tenured professors who get to stay in the department even if the abuse from the other direction.

And it for me unearthed as one archaeology didn't put it this disease of academia that we don't want to admit that we have, where it's all too common that often female graduate student will have an issue with an often male tenured faculty professor. And if the problem, which is euphemism for any number of abuses, is reported, it falls back then the person who was abused or harassed

or whatever, and the other person gets to stay. And so I came to realize that much like this graduate student file being passed from one to the other, Jane's story held sway in its kind of metaphorical power, in the sense that it was being used as a cautionary tale to warn students of the kinds of ways that people can disappear with an academia. It wasn't always used in the most kind of like empowering way. It was also a cautionary tale to not act out, to stay within bounds.

final appeal, which was great wow. And then I left the New Yorker in twenty seventeen and worked on it full time until it came out in twenty twenty.

I start filing all these four year requests. Step three is this wonderful journalist named Todd Wallach who works for the Spotlight team at the Boston Globe, and he trolls all these public records requests databases, especially in Massachusetts, starts seeing something odd, which is two journalists, me and then this man named Mike Widmer, who's now at that point was about eighty, is trying to get files in the

same fifty year old case. And Todd is confused who we are, whether we know each other, and why Massachusetts won't release any records. So he contacts me and he writes a story for the Boston Globe that makes the front page that says, fifty year old murder in Massachusetts, who likes to think of itself as the bastion of liberty, ranks among the worst in terms of releasing public records.

Are you going to do something about it? He puts me in Mike in touch, and we end up working on this together, and that puts a ton of pressure on the Massachusetts by the Middle Sex District Attorney. She

ultimately makes a promise. She says, We're going to do some DNA testing and after we do that, we either will hopefully have a match or we will finally no longer be able to say, as they were claiming to me, that this was an open and active investigation, and therefore the exemption that they were citing and their Foyer responses was no longer valid, and they would release the records.

And so you get to twenty eighteen, and suddenly I hear from Don, the neighbor, that they've made a match, and I hear from her brother before I hear from Don about who this match is. I don't want to spoil exactly who it is, but I will say that it's none of the people that we've talked about so far.

It is this incredible revelation that still gives me pause for any reasons, one of which is that the DNA by this point has had to be amplified so much, and it's why chromosome analysis that yields the presence of two male DNA suspects, only one of which is the person who they match. The second person's never identified. And as I've tried to, you know, get clarity on this from the Massachusetts Crime Lab, they've not only barred me from talking to the lab analysts, they've barred me from

talking to anyone within the crime lab. So That still gives me pause. But they are able to get a match which they hadn't been able to do in the nineties. On the very very last bit of DNA that exists in the case, it wasn't a sperm cell. It was a skin cell that was on the side of a test tube that had held a swab that had swabbed a glass plate in nineteen sixty nine.

really hard for him to stomach. For the brother, there was never going to be any kind of solace offered in the answer, I think, and I hope that the process of remembering her and getting to know him outside of the case in some ways was its own kind

of solace. And then I think, more broadly, the answer itself was kind of in a meta way where I was going with the investigation, which I hope is also about the ways in which stories can be dangerous and blinding, that the ways in which myself included, we were all willing to kind of suspend our logical brain, knowing that eight pieces of evidence and someone making a good suspect doesn't in fact turn someone into one that intellectually makes sense.

But I think on an emotional level, when you can craft a narrative, you can get swept up in it. And so what I've tried to do was to have with each of the suspects that sense of kind of seduction from the story, and then the kind of breaking apart of it, the conclusion of the case feels to thematically continue that trend.

of line graph, to this chart. And I has an expert in reading exactly this who says he would be very happy to double check the homework because one of the things that troubles me is that the DNA analysts who conducted the test Number one was aware of the person who this DNA eventually matches before she conducts the analysis, and number two asks to be assigned to the case.

So talking to somebody who an ethicist who specializes in how to limit bias within DNA testing, because you know it's seen as this gold standard, but there is still bias that can be introduced, especially where interpretation needs to happen. He says, this is one oh one. What you don't do.

It's like a teacher asking to grade his or her favorite students tests, Like you don't ask to be fut into a particular case, and you certainly don't know the identity of the person to whom you're hoping to answer. And it's not that I think that there's been any kind of nefarious matching of this consciously, but I think you cannot rule out cognitive bias from having played a part in this. Whereas we're somebody neutral without access to or any kind of external factors leading to biasing one

outcome over another. If that person also concluded exactly the same thing, I would rest a lot easier, But in the absence of that I can.

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