We didn't have this kind of racism in Biloxi then, perhaps because African-Americans "stayed in their place", a shameful statement if there ever were one. What? We are not talking about modern-day justice in this film - Shamefully, this is Mississippi at its worst, and I know about that. Because of the many TV-courtroom sitcoms, etc., today's population would wonder why there was no strongly-worded assurance the district attorney planned "to appeal". Canton - during the '60s - would have been just as it is portrayed in this film. Today, can you believe, it is Vietnamese ! The city has also always been a tourist-area, and always had some form of gambling before it became The Las Vegas of the South - perhaps that has tempered the people there from the state's interior's citizens. In my youth, it was Czechs and other European races. That city has always been a melting-pot, so many different races live together. I am from Biloxi, Mississippi - along the Gulf Coast. There are prejudices much worse even now - I was amazed that one person actually compared this wonderful film to "Crash": give the world a break!! If "Crash".Ugh!.proved anything, is was to reassure EVERYONE racism is still America's cancer. My Friends, in the era this film is about, none of the story would be unusual. I had to stop reading the commentaries, because some people thought they were attorneys and rambled-on about injustice. Can you see her? I want you to picture that little girl. Can you see her? Her raped, beaten, broken body soaked in their urine, soaked in their semen, soaked in her blood, left to die. And she drops some thirty feet down to the creek bottom below. So they pick her up, throw her in the back of the truck and drive out to Foggy Creek Bridge. It snaps and she falls back to the earth. Imagine the noose going tight around her neck and with a sudden blinding jerk she's pulled into the air and her feet and legs go kicking. They throw them so hard that it tears the flesh all the way to her bones.
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They start throwing full beer cans at her. And when they're done, after they've killed her tiny womb, murdered any chance for her to have children, to have life beyond her own, they decide to use her for target practice. First one, then the other, raping her, shattering everything innocent and pure with a vicious thrust in a fog of drunken breath and sweat. They drag her into a nearby field and they tie her up and they rip her clothes from her body.
This is a story about a little girl walking home from the grocery store one sunny afternoon. I'm going to ask you all to close your eyes while I tell you the story. Jake Tyler Brigance: I want to tell you a story.
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