Andrews thinks he was strung from the ceiling, to make the beating easier. Dirt covered the spot where Till was beaten, and where investigators believe he was killed. Within reach sat a lawn mower and a Johnson 9.9-horsepower outboard motor. Christmas decorations leaned against one wall. Our eyes adjusted to the darkness of the barn where Emmett Till was tortured by a group of grown men. Jeff Andrews rolled up the garage door he’d installed. Its walls are made of cypress boards, weathered gray, and it overlooks a swimming pool behind a white columned house. The gravel crunched under his feet as he walked to the barn, which is long and narrow with sliding doors in the middle. He got out of his truck still wearing his scrubs and, with a smile, extended his hand: “Jeff Andrews.” His tires kicked up dust when he turned off Drew Ruleville Road and headed across the bayou toward his house. T he dentist was a few minutes late, so I waited by the barn, listening to a northern mockingbird in the cypress trees. This article was published online on July 22, 2021.
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