October 1955. One of the worst days in history; two white men were acquitted from killing a 14 year old black boy... I almost died hearing the news, it felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest, it was a nightmare that somehow manifested itself into real life. But, it was the end, which oddly soothed my nerves a little. I remember when it all began, August 31, 1955. This day, is by far, the worst day of my life, but also one of the most memorable. The legal system had swindled me out of justice for my son, Emmett Till. It started out as an ordinary day, I got off work from the air force early that morning and waited for the mail to be delivered. I was hoping there was a letter from my son, Emmett; he had went to Mississippi to visit
