<span>Blacks didn't get a fair deal in court because there were no black jurors, that meant that the jury was all white, and that kind of jury would not ever give a not guilty verdict to a black man, especially if a crime was committed against a white, it didn't matter how trashy and despicable the white guy was.
The jurors are from the country and not town to ensure that they were not "biased" against any of the parties involved.(they were from the town)</span><span>
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There once was a kid named John. He was a young and adventurous kid. One day he went into the forest. He was sort of peculiar about it. His friends told him stories that there was a witch who made kids like him disappear. He wanted to prove them wrong that there wasn’t a witch. He soon came across an old, creaky house. He went inside, trying not to make a sound. He tried to see what was inside with his flash light. As soon as he turned around, he saw something dash across the hallway. He was curious. It looked like a dog to him. He went into the room that the thing went it. The witch was standing there, waiting for him. He grabbed John and tied him to the chair. She was stirring a potion. John was trying to yell for help, but he couldn’t. He was too deep into the forest. The witch forced him to drink the potion. Then … POOF! He disappeared, and John was never to be seen again.
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