On August 28th, 1955, a black teenager Emmitt Till was brutally beaten then shot dead in Money, a small Mississippi town by white racists. His crime? Flirting with a white woman, according to the wife of one of the killers. He was from Chicago visiting relatives, fated to go home in a coffin.
An open casket, insisted his mother. So America, even the world, could see what had been done to this poor Negro lad. A grieving mother's act of courage and defiance of her racist country. The woman, claiming young Till had said inappropriate things to her, later said in an interview, fifty years after the event, that the key part of her testimony was not true. Emmitt Till had not flirted with her.
Her husband and half-brother forced two black men to assist their crime. The jury found them all not guilty of murder. But such was the bad publicity from Emmitt Till's open casket, his unrecognisable face pulped, that even their fellow rednecks shunned the Bryants and they both died bankrupt or broke, though not for a moment remorseful.
Blacks today blame the centuries of racism and terrible suffering for their high percentage of fatherless children. Everyone can see this, but still doesn't excuse the prevailing ghetto black culture of guns, gangs, drugs and, inevitably, prison or an early grave.
Modern-day American black males just have to make a greater effort to break this awful depraved social cycle they're caught up in and to hell with the reasons. The roof's leaking everywhere and has to be fixed.