We wonder if the words from the '60s civil rights era folk song "Here's to the State of Mississippi" by the late Phil Ochs still resonate:
Here's to the state of Mississippi,
For underneath her borders, the devil draws no lines,
If you drag her muddy rivers, nameless bodies you will find.
Oh the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes,
The calendar is lying when it reads the present time.