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Let the World See

Mamie Till Mobley demanded and open casket,
to let the world see,
the bloated, beaten body of her baby boy,
who was lynched in Mississippi.

His name was Emmett Till,
a 14 year old black boy, 
who came from the state of Illinois.

It was 1955, the Jim Crow laws were very much alive.  
They said he was flirting with a white woman in a store.
The facts of the case, the jury chose to ignore.

That a child was murdered,
his body thrown in the Tallahacie River,
a guilty verdict they chose not to deliver.

Over 5 days, more that 50,000 people lined up to see,
what had been done to Mamie Till Mobley's baby.

Mamie's message to the world 
was that what happens to any of us,
was everyone's business.

She devoted her new life, her new beginnings,
to civil rights,
to public remembrance of how Emmett died.

Copyright © Karen Dillon | Year Posted 2023

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Date: 9/28/2023 5:18:00 AM

Beautiful and touching
Date: 4/8/2023 2:42:00 PM

Tears are flowing here Karen, for in two years my own beautiful Grandson will be 14. He is tall like his Dad and already looks older than his age. (his brother is just one year younger). They have never been allowed wear hoodies, and at the moment are driven everywhere by their Mum or Dad. In a few years they will be driving (probably will have nice cars) I worry so much about my beautiful Grandbabies, with their curly black hair, chocolate brown skin and their dad's amazing good looks. Their blond haired blue eyed Mum worries about the day they are pulled over by police while driving their car or walking down the street. I do too. .......... Your poem is very special.. Well done Karen.

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