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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=57159" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Death Of Emmett Till (Live On Radio) [Oct 62, Billy Faier Radio Show, NYC]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">by Bob Dylan<br>"Twas down in Mississippi no so long ago,<br>When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door.<br>This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still remember well,<br>The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till.<br>Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up.<br>They said they had a reason, but I can't remember what.<br>They tortured him and did some evil things too evil to repeat.<br>There was screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing sounds out on the street.<br>Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a bloody red rain<br>And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screaming pain.<br>The reason that they killed him there, and I'm sure it ain't no lie,<br>Was just for the fun of killin' him and to watch him slowly die.<br>And then to stop the United States of yelling for a trial,<br>Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till.<br>But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit this awful crime,<br>And so this trial was a mockery, but nobody seemed to mind.<br>I saw the morning papers but I could not bear to see<br>The smiling brothers walkin' down the courthouse stairs.<br>For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free,<br>While Emmett's body floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea.<br>If you can't speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that's so unjust,<br>Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt, your mind is filled with dust.<br>Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your blood it must refuse to flow,<br>For you let this human race fall down so God-awful low!<br>This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow man<br>That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan.<br>But if all of us folks that thinks alike, if we gave all we could give,<br>We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Bob Dylan - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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"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.
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