I think of (Emmett Till), a boy I never met, far more often than I should, far more than any of us who never met you should. Not because we shouldn't care about the fate of a boy we never met, but because the death of a boy we never met has taken on such outsize meaning. It reminds us always that boys like you, boys like we were, boys who are now ours, too, are just as vulnerable sixty-five years later. It is beyond absurd that the slightest perceived offense in the white mind should have such fatal consequences then or now.
-- Michael Eric Dyson, Long Time Coming, p. 12
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