⁣Memorial Day was dark, foggy and overcast, and eyewitnesses spoke of Mary's actions on the last Saturday of her life. I was on vacation. For a few weeks, he was the first to have a small plant girl who worked hard for the sun. After dinner, he went to the city and was twenty to the plant, and then saw the rest of the days with the Pahstré street. At noon he ate a quick meal of cabbage and crackers and left the house, never to be seen again.

At noon he arrived in the city by tram. In the car was George Epps, a freckled, sharp-eyed newsman. He lived close to Mary and was always her favorite. Before parting, Mary arranged to meet her little friend at 1 a.m. and sit with them in the car while the boys walked down the gray road to Marietta and Forsyth streets, a short distance from the factory. George Epps reported that Mary got out of her car and drove down Forsyth Street, claiming she was on her way to the factory. At 12:30 p.m., the vehicle was scheduled to arrive at the intersection of Wider Marietta Street, one block from its previous location. me. When Mary failed to meet George Epps as promised, George Epps rushed to the Fagan home later that evening to find out why. Mary never came home to find her mother upset.

Ms Coleman, J.W. Mary's foster father, Coleman, went into town to see if he could find Mary where she and her friends went to the Bijou Theatre. Maryam's mother said to her husband, "Can't you find him there?" -He said. After he left. Arriving at the Bijou, Mr. Coleman waited for the performance to end and watched the people leave, but he never saw the young lady he was looking for.

When he returned home to 146 Lindsey St., he comforted his grieving mother, suggesting that Mary could visit her grandmother in Marietta. According to Ms. Coleman, she started doing this all the time. She probably just took her paycheck and decided to leave.

On Saturday, my mother was heartbroken, but she was able to calm all her outward fears. But all night she wondered where her little girl was. On Sunday morning, April 27, there was a call to the Fagan residence. The news of Maryam arrived at the doorstep and her mother's heart was known to her. The pale girl stood by the door with sad eyes, trying to say the terrible things she wanted to say. There was a neighbor named Helen Ferguson.

She started out as Mary. Mother Heart told the story. But she died.

Crying, she undressed all the way down. Yes, dead. Far away.

The girl cried and cried a lot. Other members of the house rushed to the door. Mom passed out and was resting on the couch at home. She lay there for days, unable to speak except to plead piteously for her young daughter. This news once reached the Fagan family. Seed.

Coleman rushed to the village to see the body of the little child who had become more precious to him than his daughter. His assistant, Will Geesling, a Bloomfield undertaker, showed him the body, and the old man positively identified it. I was one of many people who examined the body that day and then I became curious.

The conditions that prompted hundreds of people to stare at the empty walls of a pencil factory and then gather for hours outside the courtroom where the trial was being held also prompted thousands to look at the body of a girl who had been brutally and mysteriously murdered. . The largest crowd to view the body of Mary Fagan has ever been seen in the history of the city of Atlanta. 20,000 people viewed the remains while in the building and hundreds more during the funeral in Marietta. The funeral took place on Tuesday afternoon. But before that, doctors examined Mary Fagan's body, but their findings were kept secret until the trial. On the afternoon of Tuesday, April 29, the little girl's body was laid to rest in an old family cemetery in Marietta, Georgia, about 20 miles from Atlanta, as relatives and friends stood and wept.

Ddoctor H.F. Harris from the The California Board of Health ordered the body exhumed on May 7 for a detailed examination of the stomach and other vital organs. He was known only as the state's attorney until he testified at trial nearly three months later.

⁣Frank sees the body at 5 o'clock on a quiet Saturday morning. Police are hunting the man who killed a young woman in the factory. Upon arrest, Newt Lee was taken to the police station, where the dead boy was identified. While officers were still at the pencil factory, Deputy Rogers said he knew a girl who worked there and could identify the murdered boy through her. He called her his sister-in-law. Grace Hicks lived at 100 McDonough Road. Rogers decided to find both his device and her. He returned with Miss Hicks before dawn and took her to A.J.P.'s mortuary. The body was taken to Bloomfield. Grace Hicks was there examining the mutilated corpse. A young girl is operating the car next to me.


With these last words she exclaimed, "She is Mary Phagan." Meanwhile, other police and investigative agencies are actively working at the scene. I arrive around 5:30 in the morning. At his home at 68 East Georgia Avenue, Frank received a call from Detective Stars informing him of what had happened at the factory and promising to call him by car. Rogers and Detective John Black went to the Frank residence shortly after dawn.

Ms Frank opened the door for them and her husband stepped out. Frank asked them what happened to the pencil factory, but according to Black and Rogers' story, they told him to get his coat. Black later reported that Frank wore only a collar and tie, was very nervous, and was constantly rubbing his hands.

Roger's car was heading into town with the three of them in tow.


During the trip, Black asked Frank to meet a girl named Mary Phagan. The inspector general seems to have responded with a promise to check factory wages. Black informed Frank of his decision at this point.

As the three drove to the funeral home, they examined Mary Phagan's body. When Frank asked him if he knew him, he said he thought he did and would check with the factory. The three men left the horse on their way to the factory at dawn.



As news of the murder spread throughout the village, a small group of men waited outside the factory gates.

H was one of them. ARE YOU COMING?



Before leaving home, Frank asked his wife to inform Darling, the factory foreman. Frank called the manager, who immediately led the boss up the stairs to Frank's office. The man left. Opening the safe and pulling out a blank register, the chief inspector scanned the rows of names until he came upon the name of Mary Phagan.

He looked up from the page. Yes, Freak replied.


According to Roger's story, he came yesterday to collect his salary. I think the stenographer left for lunch.

The clerk left a few minutes later and returned to collect his wages. I was there at 12:15. Frank wiped his hands and quickly moved away from the book, asking if any evidence of the payment envelope had been found at the factory. It was nobody. Look at the place where the girl's body was found, another request from the inspector. The director, chief inspector and officers took the elevator up to the base.


Initially, Frank approached the control box next to the elevator and told the officers that he locked the elevator, unlocked it, started the car and the elevator began to descend. Frank was so nervous that he didn't notice that the elevator cable was caught. Darley walked over to him and helped him free.


After seeing the basement where the body was found, the group went upstairs again. "Newt Lee has only been with us a short time, but Darley has known him for a long time," says Frank. Darley is one of those who could make the most of her. As we were walking back to the first floor, someone suggested that we all go to the station building. Frank then turned to Darley and said, "I think it would be a good idea to buy another slider for the clock." Boots Rogers' later testimony best explains what happened next.



When young Mary Phagan was found dead, Frank said, "I'm sorry," but said little about the murder.

According to Rogers, when Frank discussed the new time sheet with Darley, the principal agreed with him.

According to Rogers, Frank took out the timetable, opened the lock on the right door and took a key out of his pocket.


After examining the slip, he declared it a very good fit. Mr. Lee was standing next to him with his hands tied.

Dali was also there. Frank placed it on the table, went to his desk, made sure it was entered correctly, and returned with a blank sheet of paper.



While the office was buying a new watch, a few of us looked at the notes written on it. Frank asked a few of us to help him while I held the lever while applying the new slip. When he asks Lee why he is there, Frank discovers a pencil in one of the holes. The black man said he left the pencil there to make sure he made the hole correctly without making any mistakes. Frank opened his watch and signed the margin of the bill on April 26, 1913. Then he folded the bulletin and took it into the inner office.


When I looked at the slide, I only saw the first two shots. Especially the numbers 1 and 633. All he saw was jumping. He figured if there was a gap in the factory he would notice. He was still in Rogers' car. That Sunday morning was very hard. Frank and the officers headed to the police station. Darley sat in the front with Rogers and Lee in the back and Detective Black in the middle. Frank was sitting on Darley's lap. He was shaking violently, Dali stated.




According to the report, Frank panicked in his car at the police station and rushed into the coroner's office, speaking in a fast, casual manner. Frank informed them during a conversation at J's detective's office when J visited the factory on Saturday morning. A young man named Gant, who had just left the factory, returned that afternoon to retrieve the shoes he had left behind.



Frank informed the detectives that Gant had been having an affair with Mary Phagan. This statement led the detectives to search for Gant, who searched for several suspects, and mute Lee Franke was arrested at the station for being in the house. The first day of the famous Mary Phagan case is over.


On a quiet Saturday, people walking up and down Forsyth Street were content just to look at the building where a black man had been murdered. Officers monitored everyone coming and going, but ordinary people were not allowed anywhere in the factory. Mary Phagan walked out of her tiny Bellwood home on Saturday safe but heartbroken.

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Many Israeli parents have their kids joining in.

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⁣⁣Queen Rania of Jordan on Israel: What people need to realize is that under the guise of the right to self-defense, we see atrocities. Yes, any country has the right to self-defense. But not in any way. Not war crimes. Not collective punishment. You see, 6 thousand civilians have already been killed. 2.4 thousand children. What kind of self-defense is this? We see massacres with precision weapons. So in these two weeks we have witnessed indiscriminate bombing of Gaza. Entire families are destroyed. Residential areas are razed. The targets were hospitals, schools, churches, mosques, doctors, journalists and employees of United Nations missions. Is this self defense? And why is it that every time Israel commits these atrocities, they are presented under the banner of self-defense, and when the violence comes from the Palestinians, it is immediately called terrorism? Is the word "terrorist" only applicable to Muslims and Arabs?

⁣The bell that signaled Newt Lee's departure for the factory tour also rang the moment three Atlanta Police Department officers were released from night duty. It was a typical night for police reporters. The office's large printing press churned out pages of printed material to keep the town busy until breakfast and the start of Sunday service, but quiet nights made for tiring nights, which meant happy times.

"Until tomorrow", they screamed and stumbled down the stone steps of the station building. "dear boys, good night". They gathered in the streets of Decatur in the evening mist, surrounded by the cheerful, smiling black people who surrounded them that day. The smell of fried fish and hot dogs is the only thing that stands out among the crowds that once filled the streets from sidewalk to sidewalk. A man asked, "Where's Brett?" he asked.

I think Boots was crying in Rogers' car. someone else commented and we both laughed. Accordingly, the third reporter remained in the car, and the police returned to their places in the station building and spent the remaining time until dawn. A thin ray of light appeared on the misty eastern horizon. The street lights glowed blue and the station clock ticked slowly toward 3 o'clock. That evening, a police officer arrested on suspicion of disorderly conduct heard immigrants muttering somewhere in a cell behind the station. He screamed and moaned all night and she howled like a raccoon, exhausted.

"The boss." An elderly man standing by the door grumbled. His chevron sign meant he was in charge of the department. The sergeant sighed and staggered, waving the keys and saying, "Make sure he shuts up." Deputy Boots was about to begin another deposition in the Grace case when Rogers' phone rang. Okay, Officer V said. Anderson. Who's calling me at this time of night? He stood up slowly, walked over to the phone booth door and opened it. The team glanced at him before sitting down. please come with me It was a box that said Hello. said. It's actually a police station.

You must speak slowly, old man. You confuse me. Then he heard a black man crouching in the shadows of a pencil factory a few blocks away, speaking in the trembling voice of the dead girl found in the basement of the National Pencil Factory on Forsyth Street. When Officer Anderson came out of the phone booth with the news, the sleeping officers were on their feet less than a minute before the emergency. "My car is in front." cried Rogers. We come together.

A moment later he was standing in the doorway, followed by Anderson. Together they jumped into the car and drove down the quiet street, chasing other police officers behind the dust and flashing red lights and waking up a sleeping reporter. At the corner of Prior and Decatur streets, two men noticed a car approaching them. The officers were Dobbs and Brown. The car started shaking. Now enter.

cried Rogers. Not long after, a large car was driving down Marietta Street when it turned toward a black pile known as the National Pencil Company and stopped. Four people got out of the car. Officer Anderson knocked on the door with a clenched fist and everyone gasped with excitement. Quiet footsteps were heard inside. Newt Lee's horrified face looked up at them as the lock shook furiously.

Teeth chatter and the whites of the eyes roll. They shot him and entered the dark gates of the factory. Lee led the way, followed by Anderson. Before he could say anything, the officers asked, "Where's the body?" He was surprised. They shot him. The boys marched single file to the hook, each holding a revolver in his fist.

Newt Lee pointed to an object in the corner with a worried look and led the group into the shadows, up the stairs. That's it, he muttered. The officers knelt down and looked at the girl's horribly mutilated body. He was sitting motionless among the sawdust, his legs bent behind his right side and his head turned forward. The face is facing the wall, unkempt and bruised with dirt. The men knelt down to take a closer look, and as they did so the severity of their injuries became clear.

They confirmed that the white man's hair had been pulled out and he was covered in blood after an aggressive blow to the back of the head. Her lavender silk dress was stained with blood, and the blue ribbon she had so carelessly tied a few hours ago was now dirty and withered. The little white slipper still hung from his right foot. Around my neck was a thick wire that penetrated deep into my skin.

Rough fabric torn from his shirt wrapped around his head. They returned the body. My pants are torn. The stocking holder is broken. White socks fell to my knees. "Oh my God, he's just a kid." Sergeant Brown said, throwing his head back.

Sergeant Dobbs looked around the basement as they stood. He found the girl's other slippers nearby. His thin hat lay by the elevator shaft. Then he discovered something. When he turned to the candlestick, he was holding two dirty yellow pieces of paper with ugly writing on them. The police read the note.

She said she was going to kiss me and lay down like a night witch. But the tall, thin black man did it all by himself. Here's another reader's mom who hired a black person. When I went to draw water, he pushed me out of this hole. I am writing this while walking with a tall handsome black man. There were already doubts in the minds of the white people attending, wondering what it was and what it meant, and the black man turned to Lee and forced the writer of this note to do this terrible thing.

Anderson suddenly walked up to the security guard and placed a rough hand on his shoulder. You did it, he said. Please, I didn't do that. The white men handcuffed Anderson seconds later, and Newt Lee was arrested on suspicion of murder.

⁣Three men from the Atlanta Police Department rescued Newt Lee from the night shift by giving the watch a tour of the factory building. It was a typical night for police reporters. Restful nights make tiring nights, but welcome hours mean the big office presses churn out paper to help pass the time for the villagers before breakfast and Sunday services begin.

Good night, boss. They ran up the stone steps of the station building, screaming. Good night. They gathered on the streets of Decatur in the evening fog, filled with the cheerful, smiling black people who surrounded them that day. The stench of hot dogs and fried fish was all that remained of the crowds that once filled the streets from sidewalk to sidewalk. One person said: "Where's Britt at?" he asked. Another person replied: "I think they took Boots Rogers' car," making the pair laugh. Accordingly, the second reporter remained in the car and returned to the officer's place in the station building to continue reporting until dawn. A thin line of light appeared on the smoky eastern horizon.

The station clock read 3 o'clock as the street lights glowed blue. That evening, the officer charged with disorderly conduct heard someone crying somewhere in a cell behind the station. She screamed and cried all night and those painful cries were only because she was exhausted. At the door, an old man with a chevron hat indicating he was in charge of the department called out, "Sergeant." "Make sure he keeps his mouth shut," said the sergeant, sighing and swaying, waving the keys. Deputy Boots was about to begin another crack at the Grace case when Rogers' phone rang.

"That's great." Officer ⁣W.T. Anderson said. Curious to know who was ringing the doorbell at this time of night, I sleepily walked over to the public phone booth door and opened it. His fellow officers looked at him before taking their seats. Mom, come. "Hello" came from the booth. Yes, the police station is here. Please speak slowly, senior. You confuse me. Then he heard from a black man who stood anxiously in the shade of a pencil factory a few blocks away that a dead girl had been found in the basement of the National Pencil Factory on Forsyth Street. When Officer Anderson, who had been awakened by an emergency, came out of the public phone booth with the news, the sleeping police jumped to their feet. "My car is in front." cried Rogers. We come together. A moment later he was standing in the doorway, followed by Anderson. They jumped into the car together and woke up a sleeping reporter, and the three stood on the side of the road, spraying water and covering the floor as other policemen left a trail behind the dust and flashing red lights.

As the car approached, two men were seen at the corner of Prior and Decatur streets. The officers were Brown and Dobbs. The car started shaking and all cried. Rogers, and the big car barely swayed toward Marietta Street, then swerved forward and came to a screeching halt in a black pile of what he recognized as the National Pencil Company. Four people got out of the car.

Officer Anderson pounded on the door and everyone gasped with excitement. Quiet footsteps were heard inside. Newt Lee's horrified face looked up at them as the lock shook furiously. Teeth chatter and the whites of the eyes roll. They shot him and entered the dark gates of the factory. Lee was in the lead, followed by Anderson. Before either officer could say anything, "Horrible picture," "Where's the body?" he believed. One by one the men moved towards the hook, clutching their revolvers tightly. Newt Lee pointed to an object in the corner with a worried look and led the group into the shadows, up the stairs. he grumbled. "This is. The officers knelt down and examined the girl's horribly mutilated body.


He stood motionless in the sawdust, his legs crossed and his head turned forward. The face is facing the wall, unkempt and bruised with dirt. The men knelt down to take a closer look, and as they did so the severity of their injuries became clear. They confirmed that the young white woman's hair had been pulled out and she was covered in blood after an aggressive blow to the back of the head. The little white slipper still hung from her right foot, and the blue ribbon she had casually tied a few hours ago was now faded and dirty. The lavender silk dress was stained with blood. A thick cord with deep holes in the leather wraps around the neck. Rough fabric torn from his shirt wrapped around his head. The body is upside down. My pants are torn.


The stocking holder is broken. The white stockings hung down to my knees by themselves. "Oh my God, he's just a kid." Sergeant Brown said, throwing his head back. Sergeant Dobbs looked around the basement as they stood. He found the girl's other slippers nearby. His thin hat is near the elevator shaft.

Then he discovered something. When he turned to the candlestick, he was holding two dirty yellow pieces of paper with ugly writing on them. Officers reviewed the records. She said she loved me and lay down like a night witch. But the tall, thin black man did it alone. Another reader here who hired a black person had a mother who did.

When I went to draw water, he pushed me out of this hole. Black black tall, tall, awake. He was black, tall and thin. While my friends play, I write. The moment of doubt that any white person would have turned to Mr. Lee, a black man. What was that? What does it mean? Did the author of this post commit this heinous act? Anderson suddenly turns to guard and throws a rough hand on his shoulder. He said, "Hey, you did it." I didn't do it because of God. Moments later, white men saw Anderson cuffing Newt Lee's wrists and arrested him for the murder.

⁣He was scheduled to complete the circumnavigation at 2:30 a.m. Saturday, April 27, 1913. It was cold on the second floor of the National Pencil Factory, so Newt warmed himself by rubbing the dusty lantern with his black palm. glass surface. The shadows in the corner danced and approached him.

In the light of the lamp the face of the grandiose chatterbox that had to be played once every 30 minutes was revealed. To put it simply, Newt walked around an abandoned factory building, punched the air, and then sat down again to rest. He also looked tired and needed rest. Yes, he admitted, a little wearily. Newt began to descend the stairs to the first floor when darkness engulfed him from behind, only the narrow passage lit by the stairs leading down. At that exact moment and place, other people wouldn't have been stunned, but they would have felt a shiver run down their spine.

He was in the same place every night for months, witnessing the same shadows flickering on the bare walls and the ghostly marks left by the lantern on the stairs. But he was tired tonight, even though Mr. Frank, the factory manager, had given him most of the afternoon off.

He grumbled as he descended the stairs and began scanning the empty first floor with his flashlight. Nutri spent many lonely nights as I taught him the value of quiet conversation and adequate sleep. At 3 o'clock this is the reason of the gentleman.

Frank muttered to himself. “Frank said today was a holiday and he wanted to get rid of his fur. His first instructions were to go out and have fun and not come back until 6 p.m. This is a great time. I spent the night at home instead of exploring the city. I'm not sure of Mr. Frank's current condition, but when I called him to come with Mr. Frank, he stood there rubbing his hands and seemed nervous to me today.

Gant became concerned that the man had stolen something, so he went to get the shoes. Black people don't steal anything. At least not black people. At this point, Newt completed a brief inspection of the first floor. There were no sad, busy workers, no men holding pencils, no factory girls bent over machines as if it were daylight. The cars sat shiny and still.

For the Night's Watch, that meant simple safety, and Newt still loved them for their silence. He had to climb another floor to finish it. The basement is the second darkest level. Always stupid, always bad. Above the hole he opened the hatch. A faint light appeared.

Gas flow burned as usual but decreased. "That's pretty low." Newt grumbled. It's an order, an order. Newt was pregnant. And the purchase of this light was always made under the direction of Mr. Frank. He looked up the stairs in the bright light. He climbed each step, his feet firmly planted, his lamp swinging its light, piercing the pale cellar light with a faint glow, adding darkness and stillness. His feet touched the bottom step.

He was lying in the basement. The lamp radiated yellow light in every corner. That's great. All is well. But wait until there is a pile of sawdust near the cauldron. Newt took three steps forward and stood still.

The pile of clothes was lit by a burning light that Newt had never seen before. His pulse quickened. He could hear the heartbeat. He tried his best to hear other sounds with his ears. But outside the sleeping city all was as quiet as the grave. The only sound was his beating heart. As the silence fell upon him and engulfed him, the black man experienced for the first time in his life a fatal and painful fear.

He tried to break it. He swallowed something in his throat and tried to smile. Joe, he muttered loudly, trying to scare me with a holiday joke. In the silence, his voice was harsh and irritated. "Just a little joke," he grumbled. After a while, his voice became quiet.

After stepping forward and tapping the flashlight again, Muttley staggered back. In a pack, she ran up the stairs, crying as the sight froze her blood like a dam of ice. It wasn't a joke, it wasn't a seasonal joke, it was just something next to the kettle. No blood was added to the joke. The joke had no hair, piercing eyes and a bruised and scarred face.

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Albo the fool is dragging Australia into this mess. Disaster.

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⁣Israeli Prime-Minister Benjamin Netanyahu We are the people of light, they are the people of darkness... We will fulfill the prophecy of Isaiah

⁣Have you heard the Israeli Government bs and Mainstream Media trying to manipulate you to support their mass murder and genocide of innocent civilians based on they “have a right to self defence”.

It’s the biggest crock of sh..

Yes the Israeli Government has the right to self defence- when their borders were being attacked and breached with a bunch of terrorists on dirt bikes and paragliders .

But the supposed strongest military in the world couldn’t self defend itself then.

Went missing strangely for 6-7 hours.

Their attack helicopters and fighter jets and tanks were no match for the superior Hamas dirt bikes and paragliders ?

Please

Is the Israeli military and Government such pussies they can’t defend against some terrorists, when they breach their borders and wall, but think it’s ok to later show the world how tough they are by carpet bombing innocent civilians to death.

So tough.

Only gutless criminals who can’t fight fair ,would do such a thing

Maybe it’s time Israelis and the world ask if Israel has the right to self defence , then where was the self defence when Hamas was breaching their walls ?

If you can’t defend your borders, I’m sorry you lost your right to self defence.
Pick a fair fight or accept your grossly incompetent and war criminals or lying about a false flag and butchered your own people to use as justification to destroy Palestinians

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