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John Brown B. 5.9.1800 Torrington, Connecticut / D. 12.2.1859 Charlestown, Virginia Hanged Spring continues, confusingly. Hot. Cold. Hot. Cold. We’re about to kill McVeigh—then we’re not about to. He might not appeal but may. Grim death, what a holiday when you’re expected. They were ready for you in Oklahoma City this time, they were panting and feverish. You were approaching—now there you go, spinning away like a vampire from garlic; grim death, legal error defeats you. Spring continues, alarmingly fair. Drought-glazed, the lilacs broiled on the branch. Grim death, what a coincidence. Waco, Texas, 1916: A crowd of men, women, and children are reportedly seen cheering “the mutilation and burning alive of a Negro already convicted and sentenced to death for murder, and carrying away collops of his flesh as souvenirs.”
Quotation from Samuel Eliot Morrison, The Oxford History of the American People, 1965.
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