On April 18, 1974 Frank Carlson was brutally murdered in one of San Francisco's most gruesome crimes.

A deranged, psychopathic killer broke into the home of my older brother, Frank Carlson, and his wife, Annette.

He wanted money. They gave him what they had. He wanted more.

He forced Annette to tie Frank up. He went on to torture and beat Frank to death with things he found in their home.

Once Frank was dead, the killer took Annette upstairs where he would spend the next four hours repeatedly raping and beating her. When he was finished, he left her for dead. To cover his crimes he poured paint thinner around the house and set it on fire. He left with stolen jewelry he would later pawn.

But Annette Carlson survived and lived to identify the killer. He was captured and convicted of first-degree murder, rape, torture, arson, burglary and other offenses. He was sentenced to death by a jury of his peers.

But that never happened.

Instead, my family has been forced to endure repeated, ongoing parole hearings for the murderer that began in 1980. In April, 2027, I will confront the killer at his 18th parole hearing.

For more than 50 years we have borne witness to the horrors of this event and done our part to remind the California State Board of Parole about the consequences of this crime and its lasting effect on society. Until the end of their days, my parents were forced to relive this event at each hearing. Now Annette and I are continuing this painful, unending quest to see that justice is done. But we need your help.