The Death of Emmett Till

’Twas down in Mississippi not 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 things too evil to repeat
There were 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

-Dylan, 1963

Thanks to Dennis James Laux for contributing Dylan's song.

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This is the third attack today (Sunday): Hadar Bucharis, 21, was waiting at a bus stop at the intersection of Safed Gush Etzion.
Palestinian bomber arrived at the intersection and murder by stabbing to Hadar.
MDA team evacuated the young woman to the hospital in critical condition. Previously, citizens who were there tried to stop the bleeding of the wounded. Doctors had determined the death of Bucharis in the hospital after many resuscitation efforts.
This translation is more or less what she wrote in the attached picture.
I love life, love it all, just love. Loves nature, loves to dance, loves to laugh like what's missing, and what there is, realize that everything is for the best. Invites into my life what I have and bless what God gives you. Believes there is good karma, I love people and prefers the best of them .. knowing that everything passes, nothing happens by chance, it always remind myself, take a deep breath Oh .. so what ? love the solitude, God speaks to me through my soul, love the small gestures of everyday, try to live the present as much as possible. Looking for the little moments of happiness, I love the creative art the soul of things, music, nature, clothing, love without purpose, just love. I love the sea wind and the sound of the waves, I love the sunset, and I love myself in the mirror. This body is a gift that i received. I love myself. point.