“Early in June of 1963 we were watching a Jackson television station when [Medgar] Evers came on with a rather strong plea for Negroes to register to vote. At the time we commented that he certainly was brave to appear on TV with such remarks knowing how many white people there were listening who were developing a growing fear of racial disturbances. Then on June 12 we were in Birmingham on a short trip and awoke to the morning news with a bulletin that an NAACP leader in Jackson, Medgar Evers, had been shot and killed as he stepped from his car at his home. We knew this would mean trouble but little knew that Greenwood would be involved. The newspapers and the television news in the coming days reported on the search for the killer.
“Around midnight on June 23 I received a call from someone on the desk at the Commercial Appeal. The caller asked if I knew anyone named Byron De La Beckwith. I replied that I had known ‘Delay,’ as we called him, most of my life and had grown up in the same neighborhood with him. He then informed me that the FBI had arrested him on Saturday afternoon, June 22, and charged him with the murder of Medgar Evers, and he said they would be needing full coverage the next day.
“I did not sleep well the rest of the night knowing I was going to have to work on a story about De La, who was known by everyone to be extremely volatile and eccentric and quite rabid on the race question. I certainly did not want my byline on any story about De La. At seven o’clock the next morning my boss, Gene Rutland, was on the phone telling me to get as much information as I could on De La and saying he was sending Ed Moore from the Greenville Bureau and a reporter and photographer from Memphis to assist me.
“We all knew De La was very outspoken. We had read his letters to the editor on the race issue, and he had passed out handbills which he had printed expressing his views. He had consistently caused trouble at the Episcopal Church where he was a communicant when he thought the church or some of its leaders were too liberal on the race question.
“The Commercial Appeal asked me to take a picture of the dilapidated old house where he was living in my old neighborhood. The house was on the site of the present Federal Building. He had moved back into it after he and his wife, Willie, separated. That picture went out on the telephoto machine on my kitchen floor that night and was sent to newspapers all over the country. The house somehow told a story of faded Southern aristrocracy. De La had come from a ‘good’ family, one that was still reliving their past glory. The house had belonged to his grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. L.P. Yerger. Yerger was an attorney and Mrs. Yerger had been a Southworth. A Southworth had also married old Judge Kimbrough (grandfather of my neighbor Lenore McLean) and they were all quite proud of their ancestry even though folks who had lived in Greenwood a long time looked on them as strange and in some cases ‘crazy.’ They could cite some insanity both in the Yerger and Kimbrough relatives, and many felt that De La never had been quite right.”