The next day, in the sunday paper, i saw a pitiful closeup photograph of elizabeth, walking alone in front of central on that first day of integration. it pained my insides to see, once again, the twisted, scowling white faces with open mouths jeering, clustered about my friend's head like bouquets of grotesque flowers. it was an ad paid for by a white man from a small town in arkansas. "if you live in arkansas," the ad read, "study this picture and know shame. when hate is unleashed and bigotry finds a voice, god us all." i felt a kind of joy and hope in the thought that one white man was willing to use his own money to call attention to the injustice we were facing. maybe the picture would others realize that what they were doing was hurting everybody. what is the central idea of the excerpt?

Isaw clearly the doom which had been prepared for me, and congratulated myself upon the timely accident by which ! had escaped. another step before my fall, and the world had seen me no more and the death just avoided was of that very character which i had regarded as fabulous and frivolous in the tales respecting the inquisition. to the victims of its tyranny, there was the choice of death with its direst physical agonies, or death with its most hideous moral horrors. i had been reserved for the latter. by long suffering my nerves had been unstrung, until i trembled at the sound of my own voice, and had become in every respect a fitting subject for the species of torture which awaited me. which torture does the passage above reference? a. being eaten alive by rats b. being sliced open by a giant blade c. being killed by falling into a hole d. being burned alive