"I had done nothing that could really be called bad.
The boys.
The stickup went horribly wrong.
Instead, they held up a young white couple parked in a remote Lover\'s Lane.
The trouble was, this was Marion, Indiana, where there was very little room for foolish black boys." On a sweltering August night in 1930, two older boys invited sixteen-year-old Jimmie Cameron for what they said would be a joyride.
I had been foolish, yes, but I had not done anything bad. "I had done nothing that could really be called bad