I remember about a week back, reading the paper. I remembered reading about Emmett Till, he was the same age as me, 14. In the South, there was huge racial tensions. The whites hated us blacks, everything about us. They stripped away our rights with the Jim Crow laws and didn’t want any of us to vote.” None of it made any sense, why did they hate us so much? As I stood outside the courthouse with my mother and my little sister, Grace, we all had the same thought, we hoped Justice would be served today. …show more content…
It was like the police didn’t even care, not enough to even try and hunt the killers down. It was because we were black. We hoped the boy’s killers would get what they deserved. We heart sounds of arguing lawyers erupting through the courthouse.
“What if the killers get away with it?” Grace asked mother worryingly.
“They won’t,” Mother responded confidently, “the killers were identified almost immediately, two brave men, Moses Wright and Willie Reed have agreed to testify. They don’t have a chance.”
Everyone at the courthouse seemed fairly confident that the killers, Bryant and Milam, would be found guilty. Only time could tell the outcome. Two black men holding briefcases walked out of the courthouse looking serious, far from happy. A man ran up to them and asked what had