That's all I've been trying to say, for the longest.
And, what her husband and his friends did to little Emmit Till probably means no more to her then when she knew her husband stepped on a cockroach and squashed it to death.
I was little the same time Emmit Till was little. Actually, we were budding teenagers. Saw his death displayed in Jet Magazine; had never seen the likes of anything like that then or since. Not that it hasn't happened many times since 1955.
It's too bad, too sad, Europeans didn't realize the FEAR THEY HAD OF WHATEVER THE HELL THEY CALLED US AS THE TIME, before they went on the sojourn to Africa looking for that damn free labor. Damn, white folks, your murderous ass is getting on all our Black African Nigger NERVES. You're so lucky no one's ever called you CRAZY. RACIALLY INSANE, STRAGGELY-HAIRED BASTARDS. You're about due.