I’ve been looking at historic massacres for a little while now, and there’s always been one that looms slightly larger in my mind than most others. All but one, really. The one I’m talking about is called the Camilla Massacre.
You’ve probably never heard of it, and that’s fine. It’s local history to me, something that happened just a handful of miles down the road from where I sit as I type this, in a town I’ve been to countless times, both before I learned of this horrific event and afterward.
