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A new book attempts to bring to life the moments and events leading up to civil rights leader Medgar Evers' assignation. Evers was the first the first NAACP field secretary in Mississippi. In that role he organized boycotts, investigated and brought attention to the murder of Emmett Till, and helped James Meredith integrate the The University of Mississippi.
Evers was gunned down in his Jackson, Mississippi driveway by KKK leader Byron De La Beckwith in 1963. But, it took over 30 years for De La Beckwith to be convicted of his murder.
Turn Me Loose: The Unghosting of Medgar Evers uses the imagined voices of those closest to Evers—his wife Myrlie Evers and his brother Charles Evers—and the voices of those who hated him—Byron De La Backwith and his first and second wives Willie and Thelma—to recreate, through poetry one of America's most volatile time periods.
Author Frank X Walker tells NPR's Celeste Headlee "I wanted to present both sides of this story in a way that people who didn't know this story really understood it on an emotional level."
On Why the Book is Called Turn Me Loose
Turn me loose was the last phrase or set of words that Medgar uttered. He sat up on the hospital bed and said 'turn me loose' and then collapsed and that was it for him. I already made a decision that I would not have him speak through a poem in this collection but I wanted him to still be present and that was, for me, a nice frame to put his voice into and to let it drive the story and the narrative.
On Imagining the Voice of Byron De La Beckwith
It's hard to imagine or even try on the skin of somebody who hated everything that I am. It was really important to me that he didn't come across as one dimensional. I really wanted him to be human I wanted him to be so human that other people could find out how far away or how close they are to him.
"Sorority Meeting"— imagined voice of Myrlie Evers speaking to Willie and Thelma De La Beckwith
My faith urges me to love you.
My stomach begs me to not.
All I know is that day
made us sisters, somehow. After long
nervous nights and trials on end
we are bound together
in this unholy sorority of misery.
I think about you every time I run
my hands across the echoes
in the hollows of my sheets.
They seem loudest just before I wake.
I open my eyes every morning
half expecting Medgar to be there,
then I think about you
and your eyes always snatch me back.
Your eyes won't let me forget.
We are sorority sisters now
with a gut wrenching country ballad
for a sweetheart song, tired funeral
and courtroom clothes for colors
and secrets we will take to our graves.
I was forced to sleep night after night
after night with a ghost.
You chose to sleep with a killer.
We all pledged our love,
crossed our hearts and swallowed oaths
before being initiated with a bullet.