The crackers sat in the sun, their backs to the decaying summer house and watched the strangers. Irwinton seemed full of strangers, their cars raising clouds of red Georgia dust. Said one resentfully: "We had a white man lay over in a swamp near Big Sandy Creek till the buzzards ate him up, and they found his bones. We didn't have a single newspaperman look at the bones. But seein' as Picky Pie is a nigger he makes headlines." Irwinton was reacting to 1949's first lynching.
It all started Sunday night, when Sheriff George C. Hatcher was...
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