By Badrah Abdullahi
“He didn’t have to lose his life…it didn’t have to be this way,” Richie’s mother sobbed. The other mourners nodded their heads as they wiped a few tears. It was the spring of 1965, and the funeral service was nothing you’d expect. Blacks and whites gathered together at a joint funeral. Two open caskets faced each other, two caskets of star crossed lovers, whose love was doomed from the very beginning. The caskets were closed, and everyone got up to watch them be lowered into the ground. Two mothers held each other, crying. Two who despised each other at the beginning but came to love each other at the end…but at what cost?