Archive research is my thing. Recently I was asked to investigate the great grandfather of somebody from New Orleans. Mixed in with my excitement at the challenge, was fear.
Of all the things I have ever investigated, for some reason I have been unable to detach from terrible events in the American south. God must have been looking with favour on the project, as I had fairly rapidly found details of his tragic death, in a publication called Jet magazine. I had never heard of Jet magazine previously. Then today I came across Jet magazine again, as I sought to learn about Emmett Till.
Source: Time Magazine time.com
Caution video contains graphic images. Emmett Till’s mother was an amazing woman. She died in 2003.
I was reminded of a line from an Agatha Christie novel I once read. I read most of them. I used to go to the theatre with a friend and her mother to watch Agatha Christie plays. They were really good to me. She had a huge collection of biscuit tins. Her poem is still in my autograph book. The first Agatha Christie novel I read was from the book box at school. Hercule Poirot’s Christmas.
I had also developed a taste for Nevil Shute:
Old sins cast long shadows.
We see this in genealogy all the time. Having dealt with a 150 year old murder mystery, I know the results of bringing things into the light, were wholly positive.
I love the segment in Cold Case at the end, where the victim turns and smiles, before peacefully walking away, justice having finally been done.
“Where justice is denied, where poverty is enforced, where ignorance prevails, and where any one class is made to feel that society is an organized conspiracy to oppress, rob and degrade them, neither persons nor property will be safe.”