sashinka | observation orientated, with a twist of lime | a blog

I may have limited funds but I have a rich interior life. Current mental shenanigans include a thoughtdump as a result of glancing at a magazine at a friend's house this afternoon.

I never knew that Strange Fruit, the Billie Holiday song, was written by a New York schoolteacher after seeing a lynching photo in 1937. And now there's a book that's the biography of the song.

And there's an exhibition in Altantaabout this history of lynching. Reminds me of Mississippi Burning.