Two weeks ago, our grandfather, Dermot Harding, the man who practically raised me when everyone else had tapped out, died from a massive heart attack. He keeled over right here in this office, and a day later newspapers across the country splashed our family name and his photo on the front page, accompanied by a story about how he’d been the ringleader behind one of the biggest race-fixing scandals in thoroughbred racing history.
Why did they slander him AFTER he died?!
