The Emmett Till Historical Intrepid Center, Glendora, Mississippi
In the video, Johnny B. Thomas, mayor of Glendora, Mississippi, looks out over Black Bayou. This is where the body of Emmett Till was dumped following his brutalization and murder in 1955. In a voiceover, Thomas says, in effect, “Things haven’t changed here. A lot of the problems that were here then are here now.”
It’s hard to argue with that. Spending a few days in the Delta, I feel as if I’m in a place where economic opportunity is still stagnant and racial reconciliation is still a long way off. In many ways, it’s similar to my own home on the Eastern Shore of Virginia. This is a place where young people are told, by observation if not in words, “Your best chance is to leave and if you do stay, don’t set your sights too high.”
I spent the afternoon making the pilgrimage to the Emmett Till sites. I wasn’t alone. There are tour busses traveling through the area making the stops, too. What else brings people to Money, Mississippi?
That’s where you can find the overgrown ruins of Bryant’s Grocery and Meat Market, the country store where 14-year-old Emmett, down from Chicago for a visit with his great uncle, Mose Wright, went on August 24, 1955. While his companions were outside on the porch, Emmett went in and what happened in the minute he was in there has been a matter of dispute ever since.
Did he make lewd remarks and grab Carolyn Bryant, a white woman behind the counter, around the waist as she claimed (and recently recanted, in part)? What was the character of the whistle he made as he was hustled away by his cousins? Whatever offense it was in the complex racial structures of pre-Civil Rights Mississippi paled in comparison to what came next.
Next door to the ruins is an old filling station and store restored to look as it did in the 1950s, down to the Gulf pumps advertising No-Nox gasoline. A sign, often vandalized, designates the spot on the Mississippi Freedom Trail.
Across the street, a group of white construction workers leaned against their equipment and watched me photographing the sign and store. Later, they saw the tour bus pull up and a group of twenty-some people, all white, filed out. It was hard not to project myself into the workers’ heads. “Is this all Mississippi is to the rest of the country? A place to tut over and shake our heads and fingers at? Do they only come to the Delta to amplify its shame?”
Later I pulled into Glendora, former home of J.W. Milam, half-brother of Carolyn Bryant’s husband, Roy. The house is gone now; just a patch of open ground remains. Milam was acquitted of Till’s murder though he later confessed along with Roy Bryant in an infamous Look magazine article for which they were paid $4000.
Next door, still standing, is the cotton gin where Milam and Bryant found an old fan which they looped around Emmett’s neck with barbed wire before dumping his body. As gruesome crimes go, they don’t get more gruesome. Something that was obvious when Till’s horribly disfigured body was found three days later. His mother’s decision to have an open casket for his funeral led to an iconic picture of the effects of white supremacy run amok.
The cotton gin today houses a small museum called the Emmett Till Historical Intrepid Center. You read that right. Intrepid. There was something a little intrepid, audacious, and fearless about Emmett Till. Reckless, you might even call it. By all accounts, the young teenager enjoyed being provocative and his murderers cited his refusal to act regretful as one of the reasons for their brutality. It’s one of the things that make Emmett Till more than a victim in this story. His refusal to be defined by the unjust powers of the day is ennobling.
So why not take a place that was commandeered for a heinous act and convert it into an intrepid center? The museum is worth the visit, even if you may want for a little more air-conditioning on a really hot day. The displays are visually interesting and help place Till’s story within a larger Civil Rights narrative.
Site of J.W. Milam’s house and tool shed in background
As I left the building I was being watched again, this time by a group of African-American men standing outside a nearby building by the railroad tracks. Again I couldn’t help projecting myself into their heads. “Is this all Mississippi is to the rest of the country? A place to gawk at and burnish progressive credentials? When, as Mayor Thomas said, nothing really changes?”
I brushed aside my self-consciousness to take a picture of the sign describing the Glendora Gin. In the background of the photo was the place where Milam’s tool shed was, the place Milam & Bryant brought Emmett to be tortured and mutilated. Well, at the very least…that’s gone.