OCTOBER 3,
2018
The Cruelty Is the Point
But itās not the burned, mutilated bodies that stick with me. Itās the faces of the white men in the crowd. Thereās the photo of the lynching of Thomas Shipp and Abram Smith in Indiana in 1930, in which a white man can be seen grinning at the camera as he tenderly holds the hand of his wife or girlfriend. Thereās the undated photo from Duluth, Minnesota, in which grinning white men stand next to the mutilated, half-naked bodies of two men lashed to a post in the streetāone of the white men is straining to get into the picture, his smile cutting from ear to ear. Thereās the photo of a crowd of white men huddled behind the smoldering corpse of a man burned to death; one of them is wearing a smart suit, a fedora hat, and a bright smile.
Their names have mostly been lost to time. But these grinning men were someoneās brother, son, husband, father. They were human beings, people who took immense pleasure in the utter cruelty of torturing others to deathāand were so proud of doing so that they posed for photographs with their handiwork, jostling to ensure they caught the eye of the lens, so that the world would know theyād been there. Their cruelty made them feel good, it made them feel proud, it made them feel happy. And it made them feel closer to one another.
www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archive/2018/ā¦/572104/