Nothing To See Here: Facing Racial Terror to Heal its Festering Wounds

The turnout was strong for a Tuesday—more than 3,000 men, women, and children by most accounts—thanks to the announcement in the local newspaper about where and when the event would take place. By 9:00am, lines of cars choked the Macon Road near the Wolf River Bridge, bringing traffic to a standstill. Amid the excitement, mothers (many in their best finery) were willing to overlook the schoolboys playing hooky, and vendors exhausted their supply of drinks and snacks much sooner than expected.