thousand murders of Negroes in a single State in one year!”
“ That statement strikes one oddly.
We have recently come from Texas
, which we crossed from north to south, from Red River
On every road we heard of crime; a man stabbed here, a cabin burnt there.
At every drinking-crib we heard of rows in which knives were drawn and shots fired.
Much of this crime was Negro crime.
Yet, from Red River
, although the talk ran constantly on acts of violence, we never once heard these acts of violence attributed to political causes.
Books and journals show you that the crime in Texas
is not so much White
on Black, or Black on White
, as Black on Black.”
“ I don't read books nor journals either,” says the President
moodily, “except the clippings made for me by Babcock
is the Private Secretary
This saying of the President
is no joke.
never opens a book or peeps into a paper; yet he cannot keep his eyes off caricatures of himself.
Opponents, well aware of his weakness, sting and flout him through the eye. Here squats