When my wife was 15, her family moved to Dixie County Florida from Michigan. It’s a long story filled with bizarreness, but they moved there to be near her grandfather. When he died, he left his house to her parents and we spent a week down there about 20 years ago.
There is no more stereotypical redneck place in America than Dixie County. Nobody does anything down there that’s not proceeded by “Hey y’all, hold my beer and watch this.”
Most of her classmates were named Buddy. They all gathered around her to see her report card because none of them had ever seen an A before. (She said that part was true)
They were so backwoods, it was a five mile drive to the mailbox.
I do have to admit, playing hide and seek with an alligator was kind of fun. (he stayed in the water and I stayed on the dock)
If its florida ,you can bet on it.
I believe it was: "white guy shot a black guy"
If nothing else, his right to a speedy trial was trampled.
I’d bet they kept him that long in the hope he would plead out and they wouldn’t end up with egg on their faces.
Everyone responsible should go to jail for twice as long as he spent, to the hour.