In the coming fifty-one years, there would be many times when the families of the killers and the families of the jurors who would acquit them went to town together, built bridges together, attended weddings and funerals together, hunted deer and canned vegetables together. These are the people who would feel their culture under threat in 1955 and their response would exist inside, and not outside, their familiar rhythms of life. Nothing about the murder of Emmett Till was random. One tribe, related by blood and history, killed a child of another tribe. —
