ame forward as a friend of the oppressed, with one possible exception.
They were engaged in the timehonored pastime of passing by on the other side.
Pro-slavery meetings were held in New York and other cities and pro-slavery riots broke out in many parts of the North.
A great meeting was held at Faneuil Hall, Boston, on August 21st, 1835, to protest against Abolition.
The principal men of the city took part and the mayor was in the chair.
One of the orators turned to the portrait of Washington and invoked his example on behalf of the slave-holders.
The sum of three thousand dollars was offered in the South for the apprehension of Arthur Tappan, the New York philanthropist.
At Concord (auspicious name!) Whittier was pelted with stones and mud. A Harvard professor lost his chair on account of his Abolition sentiments, and leading Northern publishers took pains to assure the South that they would print nothing hostile to slavery.
This ignominious subservience to the slave power
en by a Negro at the same time, and I took it from my portmanteau and laid it beside the other volume.
My book was Booker Washington's Up from slavery, a book which I had some difficulty in getting in a great Southern city, and which proved concluss' distance by academic theories; but it is safe to say that it will only be solved by the spirit of love, and that Booker Washington shows far more of this than the author of The leopard's Spots.
Mr. Dixon may not know it, but he seems to believe t and honor.
He must put down himself the crimes against women which are his shame, and I have faith that men like Booker Washington can set such a movement on foot.
The white clergy of the South have a tremendous responsibility.
They have an inffrom slavery --well — if any man has earned the right to the whitest of skins (if he would like to have one) it is Booker Washington.
And if these three gentlemen came on the stage again together, I am confident that we should find the last of the
stion of vitality.
The Real Thing may be good or bad, but it must be alive.
God is the Real Thing and the devil is the Real Thing, and in between all are the shams and make-believes and hypocrisies that make up such a large part of existence.
And the indictment of Washington is that it is a sham.
There is something great in the idea of ruling.
Even with all the cruelties of Cortez and Genghis Khan, governing is a great thing — a crime, a sin, an evil, if you will-but still great.
But Washington does not rule.
It has a name that it rules, and is a slave.
Once it was ruled by the oligarchy of Southern landholders and slave-holders.
To-day it is ruled by the oligarchy of finance.
Dig in Pennsylvania avenue and you will soon find Wall street under the surface.
Washington is not the Real Thing.
Ostensible, nominal governments rarely are. At their inauguration they are genuine; but nations grow and their forms of government do not keep pace with their growth, and the power gra