So glad his memory lives on. So sad. He was just being a silly kid.
Could have happened to anyone.
Even in these days, my grandmother always warned me of how "different" the south is from where I grew up in the big city of New York.
But you just don't believe things could possibly be
that bad.
No different for him, he was just a kid from Chicago who was too far separated from the racial regression of the south to even understand its seriousness.
Only to visit there, play a joke and lose his life. It's truly a very sad story. Even sadder that his uncle couldn't even save him.
And more upsetting when you saw those white fuckers pile up in the courtroom as if they didn't know what the verdict would be.
Jurors go in for 2 minutes, loudly laugh and giggle unapologetically, then return with their "verdict".
I was infuriated when I saw this. I wanted to jump through the screen and kill one of them.
You could feel this overwhelming sense of powerlessness that made me so angry.
