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Emmett Till and I were the same age. We were both born a few miles from each other and spent our early lives in Chicago. We played baseball. We went to White Sox games. We listened to music by Fats Domino and the Penguins on the radio.

Now I don鈥檛 want you to misunderstand. We didn鈥檛 know each other. Our paths never crossed. I was a privileged white kid whose parents moved to the rich northwest suburbs. Emmett stayed on the poorer south side of Chicago.

In 1955 we both graduated from 8th grade and were ready to attend high school in the fall. That summer we both went to visit our uncles. My uncle lived in northern Minnesota. His uncle lived in Mississippi.

I had a great time with my uncle and cousins. I did plenty of fishing. At the end of August my family and I drove back to Illinois.

Emmett Till returned to Illinois at the end of August, too. Only he was in a coffin, dead; brutally murdered with his face so totally disfigured that he was virtually unrecognizable.

It was big news, worthy of a front-page story in the Chicago Tribune. 鈥淭hey鈥� said he insulted a white woman. For a black kid, at that time and place, apparently, the penalty for that was torture and death. It may not have been officially legal, but 鈥淗ey, that鈥檚 the South... can鈥檛 be uppity here... gotta know your place.鈥� Some folks were eventually charged, but nobody was ever found guilty.

I started high school in September of 1955. Eventually I moved to 蜜柚直播 with my parents. I graduated from high school, then college. I got married, had kids, and worked until I retired. I had/have a good life. I still root for the White Sox; they won the World Series in 2005 (Emmett would have liked that). I still listen to Fats Domino. And the Penguins. I still like to go fishing.

Emmett Till never got a chance to do all those things. He鈥檚 still in Chicago. In the ground.

That grade school graduation summer was 65 years ago.

I still think about Emmett. I always hoped that my generation would be different. We fought for civil rights and voting rights. Nobody gets lynched anymore, do they? Jim Crow laws are all gone. No more signs saying 鈥渨hites only.鈥� No longer does the N-word roll off people鈥檚 tongues naturally. And Barack Obama, an African American, was our president for 8 years. Now there鈥檚 real progress.

But wait.

I see a man鈥檚 knee on a neck crushing out a human being鈥檚 life in full view of a camera and bystanders.

No shame.

Casual, just like he鈥檚 thinking, 鈥淚t鈥檚 only a black guy.鈥� Then there鈥檚 another killing in Atlanta. I see a man shot in the back. Suddenly we鈥檙e reminded of many other similar killings in the last few years. Some of us can鈥檛 help but try to imagine what 400 years of terrible oppression is like.

But, really, aren鈥檛 things better now? That鈥檚 what I hear white people say when interviewed by a TV reporter.

I wonder what Emmett Till would say. I sure wish I could ask him. Maybe I will someday.