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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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