“Well . . .” she said, stumbling over the obvious, “Bex always has been kind of rules-optional.”
― I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have to Kill You
― I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have to Kill You
“On the average, a black man, woman or child was murdered nearly once a week, every week, between 1882 and 1930 by a hate-driven white mob,” sociologists Stewart E. Tolnay and E. M. Beck write in A Festival of Violence: An Analysis of Southern Lynchings, 1882–1930.”
― Accountable: The True Story of a Racist Social Media Account and the Teenagers Whose Lives It Changed
― Accountable: The True Story of a Racist Social Media Account and the Teenagers Whose Lives It Changed
“Black people could be lynched for being too successful or too outspoken, for owning property that white people wanted, for attempting to collect their wages or other debts from white people who didn’t want to pay, for asking for food, or simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. While lynchings sometimes happened under cover of darkness, they were often public occasions in which the person who was lynched was tortured and dismembered before a mob of enthusiastic onlookers. Sometimes they were advertised in advance so that photographers would have time to set up their equipment. Later, photos of the corpses would be sold as souvenirs.”
― Accountable: The True Story of a Racist Social Media Account and the Teenagers Whose Lives It Changed
― Accountable: The True Story of a Racist Social Media Account and the Teenagers Whose Lives It Changed
“A noose is just a rope with a knot that can be tightened, but in America, it’s a rope that delivers a message. A noose says: Be afraid. It says: I could kill you. It says: You are powerless and your life doesn’t matter.”
― Accountable: The True Story of a Racist Social Media Account and the Teenagers Whose Lives It Changed
― Accountable: The True Story of a Racist Social Media Account and the Teenagers Whose Lives It Changed
“there is nothing certain in life but death. We may labor under the delusion that we know what the day ahead of us holds, what the hour holds. But we don’t. We may think that our death—our very certain death—is something distant and remote, an island we might never visit. But for some of us, it’s right here, waiting. Just pay attention. You can feel its breath on your neck. I am the agent of uncertainty.”
― Secluded Cabin Sleeps Six
― Secluded Cabin Sleeps Six
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