Mayor McGinn,

I am not a resident of Seattle, but I've visited in the past and fell in love with the beautiful pine trees the state has to offer.

I am an independent film producer based in Hollywood California. The reason I am writing to you may seem strange and irrelevant in a time when jobs are few and far between, and hunger in the U.S. is worse than ever. But perhaps in such hard times... One needs to cling to the idea that a greater good than ourselves is still present and the preservation of justice remains relevant in an era where hope is dwindling.

I want to tell you a short story, and I'd like you to picture the details as if you, yourself are living them.

Imagine you are being told for the first time that you are going to be a father. You aren't prepared, and it is unplanned. You ponder how to respond to the magnitude of what it means to be a dad when your own father seemingly abandoned you at a young age, while still in the process of bridging the gap with him, your daughter's birth approaches. She is born, and she is beautiful to you. An angel.

Your life changes in a heartbeat, and the love is so strong you are compelled to write to your own father and demand an explanation on why and HOW he could leave, now knowing yourself the true impact fatherhood has. You write with a passionate hand that you would do absolutely everything in your power to be there for your daughter -- unlike the way he was never there for you. You write how you would FIGHT TO THE DEATH to be there and support your child not out of DUTY but LOVE. But there are things in your life that need changing... You are no longer in love with your wife. Your career is no longer fulfilling you deep down. And the drug dependency you have accumulated due to a stomach ailment no doctor can diagnose needs treatment...

So what do you do? You begin to make changes. You speak to your divorce lawyer about filing for divorce. You refrain from signing a contractual renewal to continue working and making money for the large corporation that owns you. You check into a drug treatment facility. All this you begin to change, while remaining deeply and madly in love with your newborn daughter. Hundreds of photos and letters embody this love.

You begin to make future plans, more changes for the better. You plan a fishing trip with the grampa you love dearly. You speak to a smaller, more independent corporation regarding a more soulful partnership and caring working environment. You purchase two one way tickets out of the city and away from the lifestyle that has taken over your existence. And you write another letter, explaining it all in detail.

Then imagine this: this letter becomes your suicide note.

Then imagine this. THE POLICE INVESTIGATION ONLY LASTS FOUR HOURS. Now imagine this. Your two year old daughter is abandoned. Forever blaming you. Every time your name is spoken. Suicide. Every time your biography is read. Suicide. Every time your legacy is remembered. Suicide.

Now imagine this. Over one HUNDRED and SEVENTY-FIVE teenagers also took their lives because yours was written off as a SUICIDE after only FOUR HOURS of investigation.

Don't you think you'd deserve... Don't you think your DAUGHTER would DESERVE more care, more time and more WORTH when a whole life is snuffed out?

Kurt Cobain was a multi-million dollar rock star who gained a bad reputation with drugs and the police -- on the outside. On the inside... He was everything I just explained above.

When you take away the glitz, glamour and stereotype... He sounds like someone you might know. Someone you might respect. And a life that ended far too soon. A mysterious death that deserves attention.
I just explained to you the emotional aspects of it. The physical evidential proof at the scene and the odd behavior of several individuals in the month leading up to his death would astound you.

Imagine it. "I would fight to my death to be there for her." His daughter just turned 18. That is sixteen years she's already spent thinking her dad killed himself.

Based on a random note he wrote to his fans telling them he was leaving the music industry. THIS, and the fact that it was scientifically proven that the amount of heroin in his system (three times the lethal amount), rendered him incapacitated at the time of the bullet entering his brain, proves a blatant disregard for human life and an undeniable negligence toward criminal justice that the Seattle Police Department should be ashamed of.

Millions of us still care out here. 175 teenagers across America took their lives in vain. Clear his name -- and you clear theirs. You have the power to have this case reopened. And only you.

Thank you for your time.

Sincerely,