I Came To Bear Witness To A Lynching. Part 1: Duluth, MN.

I was not alive in 1920. This is the first time I felt the bracing winds that glide over Lake Superior before unleashing their fury upon the land. Duluth, Minnesota, always was within my orbit, but I had never trodded upon its tree-lined pathways. Needless to say, I was not physically present in 1920 when a mob was imbued with a malevolent compulsion to maim, disfigure, and ultimately hang black bodies from a lamppost descended upon a Duluth, Minnesota jail. Lamps and torches illuminated a night sky as dark as the lynch mob’s hearts. The mob’s chants had breached the calm of the North Shore. Threats of violence were broadcast to any white man who dared to interfere with their corrupted notice of justice. The thunder of these warnings reverberated in the mob's steps toward the shabby Duluth jail. <a href="https://zora.medium.com/i-came-to-bear-witness-to-a-lynching-part-1-duluth-mn-1f3fc27152f0">Click Here</a>