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Ya'll don't know what it's like when it gets hot.
The poorest of you go from air conditioned house,
to air conditioned car, to air conditioned work.
In 1944 South Carolina, air conditioners were for rich folks.
In 1944 you didn't look at the temperature on the weather channel
while sighing into your ice cream. it was just 106 degrees
in the shade in your house
no escape *** you
hot. When someone gets murdered who shouldn't now?
Ya'll get mad, then you talk about it on your Facebook,
In 1944 if someone died who shouldn't and they were on the other side of the country
you didn't hear about it. In 1944 South Carolina
if someone got murdered who shouldn't in your town
in the heat word would spread.
The news would jump from your porch to the corner store
It grew nerve endings from the corner store to the bar
it grew eyes and arms like rope and then at courthouse
or a burning cross planted in some poor fools lawn
the beast would come together and it would feed.
In the courthouse I told the sheriff
"I got proof that boy picked up didn't do it.
Hell aint no way a 14 year old, 5 foot 1
95 pound black boy smashed those two girl's skulls open with
a railroad spike and drug their bodies down to the river."
The sheriff said "What you got
is 2 hands. You can hold a gun in each hand.
Each gun holds 6 bullets. Between the two of us
that's 976 deaths short of the 1000 bodied beast in this courtroom
that don't give a damn about what proof you got.
Once a lynch mob decides who it wants to eat? It ain't gonna change its mind.
The beast always gets fed. You could fill a whole book with what you
don't know about this. Keep your proof to yourself."
I read somewhere that boy was the youngest child executed in the 20th century
I have woken up this whole nursing home more than once
Screaming up from the same nightmare. I keep dreaming that boy lived to be revealed
as the son of God Jesus Christ himself
returned to heal the sick so call me a more efficient Judas
If you don't know that book Then call me an old man still afraid of the
Carolina heat. Every time I have that dream i get down on
my knees and I pray over and over "Lord I am sorry about your boy.
I don't know if i could have saved him but God I should have stood up for him."
I know he can't hear me but it's all I can do to drown out the beast in
my ears who keeps thanking me for providing him with
such a good meal. You don't know what it's like when it gets
hot. You do not know.