“FUCK YOU, NIGGER!”
“You’re gonna die, nigger piece of shit!”
“We’re going to string you up and set you on fire, you fucking nigger!”
It is October 1962.
I am walking across the campus of the University of Mississippi, surrounded by a crowd of screaming young white men.
They are sometimes joined by young white women, freshly scrubbed, lipsticked, and powdered paragons of southern beauty, who run up to me and scream the most filthy combinations of curses you could ever imagine, their faces contorted in paroxysms of...