This story is true, names have been changed to protect the innocent, other names are real to allow you to examine the cruelty of a broken system or to allow the reader to examine the actions of real persons.
The Ballad of George Stinney Jr
George was in his cell. He was staring at the ceiling, trying not to think. There was the sound of footsteps coming. The big heavy black shoes of an officer. But it wasn’t just one. George sat up. He tried to be brave. He held his emotions in. Would they kill him right now?
The far wall door opened up and four white officers came in. The One at the head of the pack was looking for a key while actively walking forward.
“BOY!” The officer said. George stood up. The Officer opened the cage. “We’re going to handcuff you and take a little ride.”
One of the officers who stood in back stepped into the cage. He handcuffed George. The middle chain was already attached. The Officer dragged his hand down the chain and knelt. He cuffed the Boy around his ankles.
“We’re going to need to move fast.”
The Officer grabbed George and threw him over his shoulder. George was baffled, what the fuck was happening? The Officer began to walk. George’s chains jingled. The other officers were right behind him. George saw that their guns were drawn. He looked at the officer that chained him.
“What the fuck you looking at?” The Officer said.
George knew this was it. They were going to take him out to the woods and shoot him in the back of the head. He hoped. He didn’t want to be hanged or chained to a tree and burned.
George sat in the middle of two officers in the back seat. The car was in motion. The Officer to his right was smiling. Like he had just accomplished something. The Officer on Georges left was actively trying not to touch George. He was staring at George out the corner of his eye. George wanted to know what was happening, but he said nothing. It felt bad. The lead officer who had carried George looked at him in the rearview.
“Boy, a posse formed, they planned to break into the jail and lynch you. We ran because we wouldn’t have been able to stop them.” The Officer said. “We are taking you to another jail, you should be safe.”
As long as he was with them, George knew no place was safe.
“We should have let them kill you.” The officer to his left said.
“Well now that we saved you, the mob will probably kill your parents.” The Officer to George’s right said.
George managed to control his facial expression. But not the tears. They rolled down his cheeks. They watched him cry and felt no empathy.