Florida’s History of Failed Justice

Trayvon's death recalls the forgotten killing of an innocent black teen nearly 70 years ago.

Trayvon Martin; Thurgood Marshall
Trayvon Martin; Thurgood Marshall

Trayvon Martin was shot dead in Sanford, Fla., by a man who told police a story of self-defense that’s keeping him out of jail. Martin’s killing immediately called to mind the sensational 1955 lynching of young Emmett Till, purportedly for whistling at a white woman in Mississippi.

But few people have ever heard of an equally horrific case in Florida nearly 70 years ago, when a 15-year-old black youth, Willie James Howard, was killed by white men who, like George Zimmerman, kept law enforcement at bay with a story of their own. To this day, no one has been held accountable for the forgotten slaying of Howard, despite desperate pleas at the time from a young NAACP lawyer named Thurgood Marshall.  

Howard, known around his home in Live Oak, Fla., as “Giddy Boy” because of his round face, gentle disposition and sweet singing voice, got himself into trouble in 1943 when he handed out Christmas cards to the employees of the dime store where he swept floors. One recipient was a 15-year-old white cashier, Cynthia Goff. Her father, Phil Goff, caught wind of the card and young Howard quickly tried to explain himself in a note to the girl.  

Now please don’t get angry with me … I did not put it in there my self. God did. I can’t help what he does can I? I know you don’t think much of our kind of people but we don’t hate you. All we want to be your friends but you won’t let us. Please don’t let anybody see this. I hope I haven’t made you mad. If I did tell me about it and I will for get about it. I wish this was a northern state. I guess you call me fresh. Write and tell me what you think of me good or bad. 

I love your name. I love your voice,
For a S.H
. [sweetheart] you are my choice.  

Phil Goff got his hands on Howard’s second note, rounded up two friends, drove to Howard’s house and dragged him away from his mother at gunpoint. After picking up the boy’s father, James Howard, the white men drove to the woods along the Suwannee River, where they bound the boy’s hands and feet with rope.

“You can either jump into the river or take what is in this gun,” Goff told the crying boy, who looked to his father for help. 

“Willie, I cannot do anything for you now,” James said.