37 Ha i ku fo r E m m ett Ti ll Up north, nobody thought it necessary to teach Dixie decorum Did he whistle or flirt, forget the Negro’s place? Was it eyeball rape? The all-white jury guzzled beer, while his mamma shed tears on the stand They looked at his skull his disfigured face, smiled, and still voted not guilty Fourteen is too soon to visit Mississippi come home in a box ...