Imagine the scene; imagine what it must have felt like for the two scared, black teens.

Henry Hezekiah Dee and Charles Eddie Moore had to have been horrified beyond belief at what was happening to them on that night in 1964.

Beaten because of the color God made their skin. Bound so they couldn’t fight back or flee from their cowardly attackers.

Dee and Moore were kidnapped, beaten and then put into the back of a car and driven away in the darkness.

After miles of riding in the darkness, they’re remaining senses almost certainly became heightened by the adrenalin coursing in their veins and the anticipation of what was around the corner, what was at the end of this terrifying journey.

Close your eyes and you can almost hear the screech of the old drum brakes as the wheels rolled to a stop.

Talking, maybe laughing could be heard as the ignition switch is turned off and the doors unlatched.

Minutes later, the already terrifying night cranked up 1,000 times over as the grim reality set in — the men were about to be killed in the most horrendous of fashions — drown alive.

One likely heard the other’s fate. Heard the splash and the bubbles rising to the surface, then silence.

This week the truth, which had been submerged for more than four decades, finally rose again.

Justice finally found its mark as James Ford Seale, a reputed Klansman, was convicted for his involvement with the crimes.

This case proves that justice never sleeps; justice never gives up; and justice can never come too late.