I remember feeling both enraged and terrified when I first heard the story of James Byrd, Jr. — the black man who was chained to the back of a pickup truck and dragged to his death by three avowed white supremacists in Jasper, Texas. The year was 1998 and at the time I lived alone in Brooklyn, a good 45 minutes from my office on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, where I worked as a television producer for a talk show on PBS. Even as Byrd lived in the deep South, where deep-seated racism continued in open acts of violence and terror, I’d never heard of anything this horrific, and after that, I started looking over my shoulder more when I walked home from the subway. [ more › ] Gothamist http://bit.ly/2FXUnjb January 30, 2019 at 12:21AM
I remember feeling both enraged and terrified when I first heard the story of James Byrd, Jr. — the black man who was chained to the back of a pickup truck and dragged to his death by three avowed white supremacists in Jasper, Texas. The year was 1998 and at the time I lived alone in Brooklyn, a good 45 minutes from my office on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, where I worked as a television producer for a talk show on PBS. Even as Byrd lived in the deep South, where deep-seated racism continued in open acts of violence and terror, I’d never heard of anything this horrific, and after that, I started looking over my shoulder more when I walked home from the subway. [ more › ] Gothamist http://bit.ly/2FXUnjb January 30, 2019 at 12:21AM
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