60 years ago on this date, August
28, 1955, Emmett Till, an African-American boy who was murdered in
Mississippi at the age of 14 after reportedly flirting with a white woman.
We, the
comrades of Unit 1012: The VFFDP, will make him one of The
82 murdered children of Unit 1012, where we will not forget him. Let us
remember how he lived and not how he died.
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Emmett Till (July 25, 1941 to August 28, 1955)
[PHOTO SOURCE: http://www.biography.com/people/emmett-till-507515]
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To
remember the 60th anniversary of the murder, we will post a song
from Bob Dylan:
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SOURCE: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/death-emmett-till
The Death Of Emmett Till by Bob Dylan
’Twas down in Mississippi not so long ago
When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door
This boy’s dreadful tragedy I can still remember well
The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till
When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door
This boy’s dreadful tragedy I can still remember well
The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till
Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they
beat him up
They said they had a reason, but I can’t remember what
They tortured him and did some things too evil to repeat
There were screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing sounds
out on the street
They said they had a reason, but I can’t remember what
They tortured him and did some things too evil to repeat
There were screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing sounds
out on the street
Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a
bloody red rain
And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screaming pain
The reason that they killed him there, and I’m sure it ain’t no lie
Was just for the fun of killin’ him and to watch him slowly die
And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screaming pain
The reason that they killed him there, and I’m sure it ain’t no lie
Was just for the fun of killin’ him and to watch him slowly die
And then to stop the United States of yelling for a
trial
Two brothers they confessed that they had killed
poor Emmett Till
But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit this
awful crime
But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit this
awful crime
And so this trial was a mockery, but nobody seemed
to mind
I saw the morning papers but I could not bear to
see
The smiling brothers walkin’ down the courthouse stairs
For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free
While Emmett’s body floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea
The smiling brothers walkin’ down the courthouse stairs
For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free
While Emmett’s body floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea
If you can’t speak out against this kind of thing,
a crime that’s so unjust
Your eyes are filled with dead men’s dirt, your mind is filled with dust
Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your blood
it must refuse to flow
For you let this human race fall down so God-awful low!
Your eyes are filled with dead men’s dirt, your mind is filled with dust
Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your blood
it must refuse to flow
For you let this human race fall down so God-awful low!
This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow
man
That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan
But if all of us folks that thinks alike, if we gave all we could give
We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live
That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan
But if all of us folks that thinks alike, if we gave all we could give
We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live
Copyright © 1963, 1968 by
Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991, 1996 by Special Rider Music
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