Mamie Till, “My Sonnnnn!”
July 25th, 1941 was the day I gave birth to beautiful baby boy whom I named, Emmett Louis Till (or what we call him bobo) in Chicago, Illinois. He had been developing very well for such a young boy, until that day. When he had finally graduated from grammar school, Emmett and his cousin, Curtis toke a two week trip to my home town, Money, Mississippi. Somewhere during those two week, I had been given information stating that my son, whom had just been here, has been killed! As soon as I had heard this, I jumped on a plane to Money, Mississippi.
When I arrived in Money, I immediately sought out my family so they can explain to me why my boy, at 14 years old, is dead. I found my nephew; Curtis and he along with my brother Mose explained what had happened. When Bobo and Curtis got there they pass by a store and apparently a few white boys and girls were there, and immediately I knew those white crackers killed him. Those boys and girls were together, but bobo didn’t know that, and one of the boys said,
“Hey, theres a girl in that store there, bet you wonna go in dere and talk to her.”
Bobo being the one to never back down from a challenge goes in and do it. He goes in the store gets candy and when he’s leaving he goes on being stupid and says,
Then Curtis says a white boy comes up to him talking about how crazy bobo is and how they thought he wouldn’t actually do it. Then the old man he was playing checker with jumped up telling me in a very serious voice,
“Boy, Yall betta get outta here. Dat lady would come outta that store and blow yall brains out!”
Then Mose started with his part of the story. Sunday morning around 2a.m, a man name Mr. Bryant came to the house claiming he wants to talk to me and bobo. When the man was seen he had a pistol in one hand and a flashlight in the other. When it was founded out by Mr. Bryant that Curtis and bobo was staying with Mose he said,
“I wan him, I wan the boy that done all that...