Brown v Board 1954. Emmett Till Murder Case. \'Twas down in Mississippi not so long ago, When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door. This boy\'s fateful tragedy I can still remember well, The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till.
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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 was screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing sounds out on the street.
Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a blood-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 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, And so this trial was a mockery, but nobody seemed to mind.
The Death of Emmett Till by Bob Dylan
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.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!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 us folks that thinks alike, if we give all we could give,We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live.
I can\'t believe the news today. I can\'t close my eyes and make it go away.How long, how long must we sing this song? How long, how long?\'Cause tonight We can be as one, tonight.Broken bottles under children\'s feet. Bodies strewn across the dead-end street.But I won\'t heed the battle call. It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall.Sunday, bloody Sunday.And the battle\'s just begun. There\'s many lost, but tell me who has won?The trenches dug within our hearts. And mothers, children, brothers, sisters Torn apart.Sunday, bloody Sunday.How long, how long must we sing this song? How long, how long?\'Cause tonight We can be as one, tonight.Sunday, bloody Sunday.Wipe the tears from your eyes Wipe your tears away. \'ll wipe your tears away. I\'ll wipe your bloodshot eyes.Sunday, bloody Sunday.And it\'s true we are immune. When fact is fiction and TV reality.And today the millions cry. We eat and drink while tomorrow they die.The real battle just begun To claim the victory Jesus wonSunday, bloody Sunday
Click on Sunday
Dropped out of school at age 15.
Joined the Army in and out of stockade.
Burglary, armed robbery, forging postal money orders.
1959 robbery lands him in Missouri State Prison for 20 year sentence.
Escapes from prison in 1967.
Flees to Canada
Adopts alias: Eric S. Galt.
Later returns to U.S. and buys a pale yellow Mustang.
Ends up in Los Angeles.
March of 1968 he begins stalking MLK. Follows him throughout Alabama.
Buys a Model 760 30-06 caliber rifle and scope. $265.85.
Drives to Memphis, Tennessee in April.
Rents a room at 422 Main Street. Across from the Lorraine Motel.
April 3, 1968
And then I got to Memphis. And some began to say the threats, or talk about the threats that were out. What would happen to me from some of our sick white brothers? Well, I don\'t know what will happen now. We\'ve got some difficult days ahead. But it doesn\'t matter with me now. Because I\'ve been to the mountaintop. And I don\'t mind. Like anybody, I would like to live - a long life; longevity has its place. But I\'m not concerned about that now. I just want to do God\'s will. And He\'s allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I\'ve looked over. And I\'ve seen the Promised Land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the Promised Land. So I\'m happy, tonight. I\'m not worried about anything. I\'m not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.
6:00 P.M. King on the balcony of the Lorraine Motel.
King struck in the jaw, fracturing his lower mandible, severing the jugular vein and vertebrae in his neck and back.
Dies within an hour.
White male observed fleeing the scene.
Left a blanket covering a suitcase with the rifle(760 30-06) in front of nearby store.
Prints found on the rifle, scope, binoculars, newspaper, after-shave, beer can. Radio with prison ID number.
Fled in a late model white Mustang
Witnesses at the hotel across the street describe a man and hearing a shot.
Records traced to Galt, fingerprints match to Ray!
Prison inmates tell FBI about Ray’s talk of going to Canada and then Europe.
Searched passport office in Canada and matched photo on passport of George Ramon Sneyd to London.
June 8, 1968 Ray stopped boarding a plane to Brussels, Belgium.
Ray extradited to the U.S.
Percy Foreman hired to be his lawyer.
“I assume that you know I can’t get you out of this?”
“Yeah, I know you can’t”
Ray pleads guilty: fired a shot from the second floor bathroom of the rooming house at King on the balcony of the Lorraine Motel.
Sentenced to 99 years in prison.
Later tries to revoke his guilty plea.
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