Emmett Till
Emmett Louis "Bobo" Till
(July 25, 1941 – August 28, 1955) was an African-American teenager from
Chicago, Illinois who was brutally lynched in a region of Mississippi known as the
Mississippi Delta near the small town of Drew in Sunflower County. His murder
was one of the key events that energized the nascent American Civil Rights
Movement. The main suspects for the crime--both white men--were acquitted, but
later admitted to committing the crime. Till's mother had an open casket
funeral to let everyone see how her son had been abused.
Events
Emmett
Till was the son of Mamie Carthan Till
and Louis Till. His mother was born to John and Alma Carthan in the small Delta
town of Webb, Mississippi. When she was two years old, her family moved to
Illinois. Emmett's mother largely raised him on her own; she and Louis had
separated in 1942. Emmett Till's father was drafted into the United States Army
in 1943 during World War II, and was executed by the U.S. Army for raping two
Italian women and murdering a third. In 1955, he was sent for a summer stay
with his great uncle, Moses Wright, who lived in Money, Mississippi (a small
town eight miles north of Greenwood). Prior to his journey into the Delta,
Emmett's mother cautioned him to "mind his manners" with white
people. She told her boy not to fool with white people in Mississippi, "If
you have to get on your knees and bow when a white person goes past, do it willingly."
Bryant's Store in Money,
Mississippi. This picture was taken in 2005, and the building still stands.
Till's
mother understood that race relations in Mississippi were very different from
those in Chicago. In Mississippi, over 500 blacks had been lynched since 1882,
and racially motivated murders were still not unfamiliar, especially in the
Delta where Till was going to visit. Racial tensions were also on the rise
after the United States Supreme Court's 1954 decision in Brown v. Board of Education to end segregation in schools.
Till arrived on August 21; on August 24, he joined other
teenagers as they went to Bryant's Grocery and Meat Market to get some candy.
The teens were children of sharecroppers and had been picking cotton all day.
The market was owned by Roy Bryant and Carolyn Bryant, and mostly catered to
the local sharecropper population. While in the store, Till allegedly whistled
at, or openly flirted with, Carolyn Bryant and this action greatly angered her
husband when he returned home several days later from an out-of-town trip.
There
was no doubt that something had happened between Till and Carolyn Bryant when
he and his cousin went inside the small Money grocery store owned by the
Bryants. Carolyn Bryant later asserted that Till had grabbed her at the waist
and asked her for a date. She said the young man also used “unprintable” words.
He had a slight stutter and some have conjectured that Bryant might have
misinterpreted what Till said. Others say that he could have been mildly
retarded and any unexpected behavior on his part might easily have been
misconstrued. Several black youths, all under 16, were reported to have been
with Till in the store and according to one newspaper account, forced him to
leave the store for being “rowdy.”
By the
time twenty-nine-year-old Roy Bryant returned to Money from a road trip three
days after his wife’s encounter with Till, it seemed that everyone in
Tallahatchie County knew about the incident, every conceivable version, and
Bryant decided that he and his half-brother, J. W. Milam, 40, would meet around
2:00 a.m. on Sunday to "teach the boy a lesson."
Lynching
At about
2:30 AM on August 28, Bryant and his half brother, J.W. Milam, kidnapped Till
from his uncle's house in the small cotton town of Money, Mississippi.
According to witnesses, they drove him to a weathered plantation shed in
neighboring Sunflower County, where they brutally beat him until he was
unrecognizable, cut off an ear, gouged out an eye, then shot him with a .45
caliber pistol before tying a seventy-five pound cotton gin fan around Till's
neck with barbed wire. This was to weigh down his body, which was dropped into
the Tallahatchie River near Glendora, another small cotton town.
The
brothers were soon under suspicion for the boy's disappearance and were
arrested August 29 after spending the night with relatives living in Ruleville
only several miles away from where the murder actually took place. Both men
first admitted they had taken the boy from his great-uncle's home but claimed
they turned him loose the same night. Word got out that Till was missing and
soon NAACP civil rights leaders Medgar Evers, the state field secretary; and
Amzie Moore, head of the Bolivar County chapter, became involved, disguising
themselves as cotton pickers and going into the cotton fields in search of any
information that would help find the young Delta visitor.
After
collecting laborers’ stories first hand, Amzie Moore, a Delta civil rights
veteran and member of the Regional Council of Negro Leadership and the NAACP,
asserted that whites had murdered and lynched over the years “more than
2,000" blacks and thrown their bodies into the Delta’s swamps and bayous.
Some believed that relatives of Till were hiding him out
of fear for the youth’s safety. Or that he had been sent back to Chicago where
he would be safe. Regardless, witnesses told the Sheriff that a person who
sounded like a woman identified Till as “the one” after which the group drove
away with Till. Bryant and Milam claimed they later found out Till was not “the
one” who allegedly insulted Mrs. Bryant, and swore to Sheriff George Smith they
had released the young Chicago visitor. They would later recant and confess,
after the trial ended.
In an
editorial on Friday, September 2, Greenville journalist Hodding Carter, Jr.
asserted that "people who are guilty of this savage crime should be
prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law," a brave suggestion for any
Mississippi newspaper editor to make and remain out of harm's way, Carter
included.
After they found his body, a Tutwiler mortuary assistant
worked all night to prepare the body as best he could, so Mamie Till could
bring Emmett's body back to Chicago.
The
Chicago funeral home had signed an agreement saying that it would nail the
casket shut and leave it so. When Till's mother asked that the casket be opened
for her to see, the mortician declined, explaining his agreement that he would
not open the casket, moving Mrs. Till to remove the nails herself, starting
from the bottom up. She also opted to leave the casket open for the funeral
because she wanted people to see how badly Till's body had been disfigured.
News photographs of Till's mutilated corpse circulated around the country,
notably appearing in Jet, drawing intense public reaction. Some reports
indicate up to 50,000 people viewed the body. Emmett Till was buried September
6 in Burr Oak Cemetery in Alsip, Illinois. The same day, Bryant and Milam were
indicted in Mississippi by a grand jury.
Trial
When
Mamie Bradley came to Mississippi to testify at the trial, she stayed in the
home of Dr. T.R.M. Howard in the all-black town of Mound Bayou. Others staying in
Howard's home were black reporters, such as Cloyte Murdock of Ebony Magazine,
key witnesses, and Rep. Charles Diggs of Michigan. Howard was a major civil
rights leader and fraternal organization official in Mississippi, the head of
the Regional Council of Negro Leadership (RCNL), and one the wealthiest blacks
in the state.
Picture taken in September 1955.
Left to Right: Walter Reed( Willie Reed's grandfather), unidentified trial
witness, Mamie Till Mobley (Till's mother), T.R.M. Howard, Rep. Charles Diggs
of Michigan, Amanda Bradley (trial witness). Credit: Press-Scimitar Collection,
Special Collections, University of Memphis Libraries.
On the
day before the trial, Frank Young, a black farm worker, came to Howard's home.
He said that he had information indicating that Milam and Bryant had help in
their crime. Young's allegations sparked an investigation that led to
unprecedented cooperation between local law enforcement, the NAACP, the RCNL,
black journalists, and local reporters. The trial began on September 19. Moses
Wright, Emmett's great-uncle, was one of the main witnesses called up to speak.
Pointing to one of the suspected killers, he said "Dar he", or
"there he is," to refer to the man who had killed his nephew. Knowing
his life was in danger, he still managed to gather up enough courage to accuse
the killers.
Another
key witness for the prosecution was Willie Reed, an eighteen-year old high
school student who lived on a plantation near Drew, Mississippi in Sunflower
County. The prosecution had located him because of the investigation sparked by
Young's information. Reed testified that he had seen a pickup truck outside of
an equipment shed on a plantation near Drew managed by Leslie Milam, a brother
of J.W. and Roy Bryant. He said that four whites, including J.W. Milam, were in
the cab and three blacks were in the back, one of them Till. When the truck
pulled into the shed, he heard human cries that sounded like a beating was
underway. He did not identify the other blacks on the truck.
On
September 23 the jury, made up of 12 white males, acquitted both defendants.
Deliberations took just 67 minutes; one juror said they took a "soda
break" to stretch the time to over an hour. The hasty acquittal outraged
people throughout the United States and Europe, and energized the nascent Civil
Rights Movement.
"The
Death of Emmett Till," by Bob Dylan
"Twas
down in Mississippi no so long ago,
When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door.
This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still remember well,
The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till.
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 evil 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 bloody 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.
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 of us folks that thinks alike, if we gave all we could give,
We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live.
Afterimages
by
Audre Lorde
However
the image enters
its
force remains within
my
eyes
rockstrewn
caves where dragonfish evolve
wild
for life, relentless and acquisitive
learning
to survive
where
there is no food
my
eyes are always hungry
and
remembering
however
the image enters
its
force remains.
A
white woman stands bereft and empty
a
black boy hacked into a murderous lesson
recalled
in me forever
like
a lurch of earth on the edge of sleep
etched
into my visions
food
for dragonfish that learn
to
live upon whatever they must eat
fused
images beneath my pain.
The
Pearl River floods through the streets of Jackson
A
Mississippi summer televised.
Trapped
houses kneel like sinners in the rain
a
white woman climbs from her roof to a passing boat
her
fingers tarry for a moment on the chimney
now
awash
tearless
and no longer young, she holds
a
tattered baby's blanket in her arms.
In
a flickering afterimage of the nightmare rain
a
microphone
thrust
up against her flat bewildered words
“we jest come from the bank yestiddy
borrowing money to pay the income tax
now everything's gone. I never knew
it could be so hard.”
Despair
weighs down her voice like Pearl River mud
caked
around the edges
her
pale eyes scanning the camera for help or explanation
unanswered
she
shifts her search across the watered street, dry-eyed
“hard, but not this hard.”
Two
tow-headed children hurl themselves against her
hanging
upon her coat like mirrors
until
a man with ham-like hands pulls her aside
snarling
“She ain't got nothing more to say!”
and
that lie hangs in his mouth
like
a shred of rotting meat.
I
inherited Jackson, Mississippi.
For
my majority it gave me Emmett Till
his
15 years puffed out like bruises
on
plump boy-cheeks
his
only Mississippi summer
whistling
a 21 gun salute to Dixie
as
a white girl passed him in the street
and
he was baptized my son forever
in
the midnight waters of the Pearl.
His
broken body is the afterimage of my 21st year
when
I walked through a northern summer
my
eyes averted
from
each corner's photographies
newspapers
protest posters magazines
Police
Story, Confidential, True
the
avid insistence of detail
pretending
insight or information
the
length of gash across the dead boy's loins
his
grieving mother's lamentation
the
severed lips, how many burns
his
gouged out eyes
sewed
shut upon the screaming covers
louder
than life
all
over
the
veiled warning, the secret relish
of
a black child's mutilated body
fingered
by street-corner eyes
bruise
upon livid bruise
and
wherever I looked that summer
I
learned to be at home with children's blood
with
savored violence
with
pictures of black broken flesh
used,
crumpled, and discarded
lying
amid the sidewalk refuse
like
a raped woman's face.
A
black boy from Chicago
whistled
on the streets of Jackson, Mississippi
testing
what he'd been taught was a manly thing to do
his
teachers
ripped
his eyes out his sex his tongue
and
flung him to the Pearl weighted with stone
in
the name of white womanhood
they
took their aroused honor
back
to Jackson
and
celebrated in a whorehouse
the
double ritual of white manhood
confirmed.
“If earth and air and water do not judge them who are
we
to refuse a crust of bread?”
Emmett
Till rides the crest of the Pearl, whistling
24
years his ghost lay like the shade of a raped woman
and
a white girl has grown older in costly honor
(what
did she pay to never know its price?)
now
the Pearl River speaks its muddy judgment
and
I can withhold my pity and my bread.
“Hard,
but not this hard.”
Her
face is flat with resignation and despair
with
ancient and familiar sorrows
a
woman surveying her crumpled future
as
the white girl besmirched by Emmett's whistle
never
allowed her own tongue
without
power or conclusion
unvoiced
she
stands adrift in the ruins of her honor
and
a man with an executioner's face
pulls
her away.
Within
my eyes
the
flickering afterimages of a nightmare rain
a
woman wrings her hands
beneath
the weight of agonies remembered
I
wade through summer ghosts
betrayed
by vision
hers
and my own
becoming
dragonfish to survive
the
horrors we are living
with
tortured lungs
adapting
to breathe blood.
A
woman measures her life's damage
my
eyes are caves, chunks of etched rock
tied
to the ghost of a black boy
whistling
crying
and frightened
her
tow-headed children cluster
like
little mirrors of despair
their
father's hands upon them
and
soundlessly
a
woman begins to weep.
A Bronzeville Mother Loiters in Mississippi. Meanwhile,
a Mississippi Mother burns bacon |
From the first
it had been like a |
"Mississippi--l955"
by Langston Hughes
(To the Memory of Emmett
Till)
Oh, what sorrow!
Oh, what pity!
Oh, what pain
That tears and blood
Should mix like rain
And terror come again
To Mississippi.
Come again?
Where has terror been?
On vacation? Up North?
In some other section
Of the nation.
Lying low, unpublicized?
Masked--with only
Jaundiced eyes
Showing through the mask?
Oh, what sorrow,
Pity, pain,
That tears and blood
Should mix like rain
In Mississippi!
And terror, fetid hot,
Yet clammy cold,
Remain.
Assignment on Emmett Till
Poetic Inquiry
Mr. Steel
Read through each of the poems carefully, and write a 500 word (two pages, double-spaced, 12 point font, 1" margins) reflection on the manner in which poetry can be not only an agent of social criticism, but also provoke collective social action. Support your response to this question using textual references. Can you think of any modern-day examples of this phenomenon of poetic social action?