be willing to marry his daughter, and probably he fully reciprocated the feeling.
In the absence of all inherited artificial feeling and tradition, I should think that a Negro would prefer to marry one of his own color.
The wrens and orioles are now singing out of my window.
They do not intermarry, but I do not see why that should prevent them from treating each other with entire courtesy up to the point of social equality.
The danger of a nation of mulattos, if it is a danger, does not lie in the direction of intermarriage, as we all know, but of the illicit intercourse which has already produced millions of them, and which shows how far the white man can overcome his distaste for the Negro.
Flout the fact as we may, a large part of the colored population of the South
are our own cousins.
The matter of the “usual crime” committed by Negroes is a frightful one and it will have to be faced, but it is very clear that it has not been faced in the right way. Lynchings, burnings at the stake-and Mr. Dixon
depicts one for us — have failed to decrease the number of them.
And let us remember that every civilized nation contains solitary brutes who assault and murder women, but that only white Americans
still burn at the stake --and that, too, in multitudes.
Savagery will not cure savagery, and the tiger cannot tame