August 19, 2014 12:20 PM EDT Back in June, 19-year-old Robert Burt was charged with driving under the influence. When the Pittsfield, Maine, resident showed up to begin his two-day jail sentence this month, he wore a shirt one of his co-workers had so generously made for him following the arrest. That shirt featured Burt’s original mugshot. Upon arrival, Burt had to pose for a booking photo, resulting in one marvelously meta moment.

Every morning the boys from Bill Gordon’s barbershop in Meridian, Miss., staked out a big Confederate flag. Across the street, U.S. District Judge W. Harold Cox and a jury of white Mississippians were hearing charges against 18 of their neighbors named as plotters in the grisly 1964 murders of Civil Rights Workers Michael Schwerner, 24, Andrew Goodman, 20, and James Chaney, 21. The indictment did not specify murder—merely a conspiracy to deny the dead men their constitutional rights under a federal statute dating back to Reconstruction days.

THAT man has wronged me. Society has wronged me. We’ll kill whatever pigs are in that house. Go in there and get them.” With those raging orders from their Rasputin-like leader, a band of hippies, clad in black, allegedly broke into a secluded Los Angeles home last August. In the orgy of hacking, stabbing and shooting that followed, Starlet Sharon Tate, 26, and four other people were killed. It was one of the grisliest, bloodiest, and apparently most senseless crimes of the century.

Seriki whose death was announced in a notice signed by his children on Thursday, December 15, 2022, died at the age of 63. “It is with heavy hearts and profound gratitude to Almighty Allah that we announce the loss of our much-loved and admired patriarch, husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle and friend, His Excellency, Ambassador Demola Seriki, on December 15, 2022. ncG1vNJzZmivp6x7scHLrJxnppdku6bD0mijqJuRoXyvtcaeqaKZo2Kyr8LOsmStp12ovaK1zWabnqWfoa5uv8SroKShXZm2pr%2BMmqtmbmNksbjGy7GbaQ%3D%3D

Blessed with a rightist government and a conservative Roman Catholic hierarchy, Portugal before the April revolution was one of the least libidinous countries in Europe. Striptease shows, topless dancers, dirty books and X-rated movies were, legally, at least, not allowed into the country. At the most, an occasional street vendor would risk arrest by the morals squad and peddle a few bootlegged copies of Playboy or some other forbidden girlie import.