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Possibly one of the most disturbing things I've ever seen in my life.
In the 1950's, Emmitt Till, 14 years old, visited his grandparents in Tallahatchie, Mississippi. While he was there, he was dared to talk to this white lady in the store. He strolled in, bought candy and on the way out nodded his head at the woman, "Bye, baby," he said to her and left. That night, at 2:30 am, there was a knock at his grandparents' door. Two men were there, holding a flashlight in one hand and a pistol in the other. They asked his grandfather if he had relatives staying with him from Chicago. He said yes. They took him down to the lake where he was stripped from his clothes, beaten to the point where his body was mutilated, and if that wasn't enough, shot in the head. They found him at the bottom of lake days later, his corpse barely recognizable. The only way they knew it was him was by the letters engraved in his ring.
Look at the pictures. I've never been so repulsed in my life. Not because it was disgusting, (although it really was) but more of the fact how a person could inflict all that damage on to another without feeling any bit of remorse. How could anybody do that without feeling remorse? Just because of the color of their skin? I fucking hate people. I really do.
But... times are changing. Our President is black. Not only does he represent change in the way things have been going in the country, but perhaps the way we judge based on race? Maybe all those ignorant people will realize that no matter what color your skin is, you can be eloquent and educated.
The poor kid, man. All I can think about is how he must have been crying and begging for them to just kill him. He didn't even do anything wrong. Man... :/ Idk what else. I'm donee.
In the 1950's, Emmitt Till, 14 years old, visited his grandparents in Tallahatchie, Mississippi. While he was there, he was dared to talk to this white lady in the store. He strolled in, bought candy and on the way out nodded his head at the woman, "Bye, baby," he said to her and left. That night, at 2:30 am, there was a knock at his grandparents' door. Two men were there, holding a flashlight in one hand and a pistol in the other. They asked his grandfather if he had relatives staying with him from Chicago. He said yes. They took him down to the lake where he was stripped from his clothes, beaten to the point where his body was mutilated, and if that wasn't enough, shot in the head. They found him at the bottom of lake days later, his corpse barely recognizable. The only way they knew it was him was by the letters engraved in his ring.
Look at the pictures. I've never been so repulsed in my life. Not because it was disgusting, (although it really was) but more of the fact how a person could inflict all that damage on to another without feeling any bit of remorse. How could anybody do that without feeling remorse? Just because of the color of their skin? I fucking hate people. I really do.
But... times are changing. Our President is black. Not only does he represent change in the way things have been going in the country, but perhaps the way we judge based on race? Maybe all those ignorant people will realize that no matter what color your skin is, you can be eloquent and educated.
The poor kid, man. All I can think about is how he must have been crying and begging for them to just kill him. He didn't even do anything wrong. Man... :/ Idk what else. I'm donee.