I can’t stop thinking about Mamie Till
I can’t stop thinking about Mamie Till. If you don’t know Emmett Till, do some research. I’ll make it easy for you. Google “Jet Magazine Emmett Till Project” and you’ll find it all there, the way I remember this very familiar story. For her son’s funeral, Mamie Till insisted on an open casket so the world can see "what they did to my baby.” His bloated tortured body was so unrecognizable, his mother had to identify him by a ring that he wore which was cutting into his fingers from the swollen flesh left in the water so long. I’ve been thinking about the consequences of “perception becoming reality” and “there are two sides to every story.” Perception is never reality and all stories are multi-faceted, far more complex than two-dimensional. And stories are not reality either. A jury decided that when a young man perceived his life was in danger, he was justified in murdering unarmed people he thought were a danger to him. His paranoia, his misconception, his bias was perc