#lynch

Our country's national crime is lynching. It is not the creature of an hour, the sudden outburst of uncontrolled fury, or the unspeakable brutality of an insane mob. ↗

— Ida B. Wells

#country #creature #crime #fury #hour

There is nothing we can do about the lynching now, as we are out-numbered and without arms. ↗

— Ida B. Wells

#arms #lynching #nothing #now #without

Thus lynch law held sway in the far West until civilization spread into the Territories and the orderly processes of law took its place. The emergency no longer existing, lynching gradually disappeared from the West. ↗

— Ida B. Wells

#disappeared #emergency #existing #far #gradually

Lynch is an ordinary, smalltown guy and he just sees strange things in people. ↗

— Jack Nance

#just #lynch #ordinary #people #sees

I'm sure that you could go back and make a graph showing that all the killings of black males increased in times of economic difficulty. As a matter of fact, a black man was lynched last year. ↗

— Ishmael Reed

#black #could #difficulty #economic #fact

David Lynch and I almost made a movie together in the late '80s. We had lots of dinners and lunches. He's a very cool, hip guy. This film, let's face it, is like an homage to him, I would imagine he'd find it funny. ↗

— Martin Short

#cool #david #david lynch #dinners #face

And I took a long time to appreciate Lynch. ↗

— Jacques Rivette

#i #long #long time #lynch #time

I submit that the real reason we criticized and disliked Lynch's Laura's muddy bothness is that it required of us an empathetic confrontation with the exact same muddy bothness in ourselves and our intimates that makes the real world of moral selves so tense and uncomfortable, a bothness we go to the movies to get a couple hours' fucking relief from. ↗

— David Foster Wallace

#david-lynch #david-lynch-keeps-his-head #film #twin-peaks #movies

It may be true that the law cannot make a man love me, but it can stop him from lynching me, and I think that's pretty important. ↗

— Martin Luther King Jr.

#life #lynchings #life

A picture in a book, a lynching. The bland faces of men who watch a Christ go up in flames, smiling, as if he were a hooked fish, a felled antelope, some wild thing tied to boards and burned. His charred body gives off light--a halo burns out of him. His face is scorched featureless; the hair matted to the scalp like feathers. One man stands with his hand on his hip, another with his arm slung over the shoulder of a friend, as if this moment were large enough to hold affection. ↗

— Toi Derricotte

#poetry #racism #violence #men