Practice Makes Perfect
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Last published Sat, Apr 8, 2017
February 21st 1952, Magenta James
To Mrs. Magenta James-Roberts (Magenta James),
We are distressed to inform you that your 15 year old daughter Mary Roberts has gotten into a fatal incident here at Sister Trinity Brian High school today. A fellow student and former friend Pamela K. Brown, a colored female, is the the student responsible for your daughter as well as 15 other students death. A public lynching will be held tomorrow at 7:00 pm sharp, in memory of all the white students that were killed in this terrible incident.
Sincerely, Sister Trinity Brian High school Principal, Edward Hemmings.
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