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The Blood on Their Hands

“Wow! That’s really something,â€? Jonathon remarked as he came up and looked at the painting over my shoulder.

“Yeah. It’s called Murder in Mississippi. It’s my favorite Norman Rockwell painting.â€?

“Very different from his other happy “All-Americanâ€? stuff.â€?

“I guess it just shows a darker side of America,â€? I said as I finally pulled my eyes away from the painting after starring at it for the past 15 minutes. I immediately felt at lose because I couldn’t stand there forever confronting all the evil and sadness this world offers.

“You know it says a lot about a person, the art they like,â€? Jonathon remarked with that stupid crooked grin.

“Really. So what does my fetish for art depicting racial discrimination and hate tell you?â€? I responded sarcastically.

“I’m not quite sure,â€? he frankly replied without missing a beat.

It completely took me off guard. “So do you like the museum?â€? I tried to quickly recover.

“Yeah, it’s cool. Rockwell really accomplished quite a bit in his life.â€?

“He sure did.â€?

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