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become our detractors to give us a hearing before the general people
like them self. I appeal to all fair minded people of these United States to
judge us according to their own knowledge and not that of demagogues
I appeal through you to the citizenry of this County, that some they have heard the
side of our detractors that in all fairness to us that tht should hear our
side. From our [?] bed covered by the shiny covering of ignorance,
prejudice we are [?] from Rip Van Winkly demand fifty years by
the stygma of the National Government placed upon us National Segregation
upon the banks ot the River of [?] has long stood hoping and
waiting for the coming of the millenium so that she can take her stand along
with the more favored citizens of this County. Her son she has placed upon her
Countries alters while the blood of many millions has made the soil to we forth?
of its fruit [?]. She has long stood in the House of Hope and waited for the open
of its favorite door, but that door is gradually bing hermetically sealed against
us who on bended knees tha Anglo African lifts his hands to God and with a
lacerated heart she pours out her sorrow to the world while she pleads for just
she sees her sons and daughters violated before her eyes and as she looks and
prays the chasm between justice and right become woder and wider.
while her homes are made desolated and her alters are broken down. How long
she cries must I sip the venomous poison of prejudice from the hand that
we have help to make? How long shall we be the nonentities in this Country?
Shall it be to day, shall it be tomorrow, or shall it be forever? The Anglo African
has his champions but if they are men of peace and by other priests to lift up
his hands let that lifting up be in the defense of this Country and not dismiss
its [?]. The fight is a just one and while this challenge will not be [accepted?], this fact still
stares us in the face, that whlte we are mentioned as citizens, we are in fact mere slave
[?] Citizens. From last March 1913 down to the sending of this letter I have not as yet been
able to get one dirty coward among you to agree to meet me in a public debate, yet
you say say that you arer the man and I am the dog. Bend the Bow of Ulysses.
Neither creed nor society tan nor [?] have elimated the [?] tortures that
we have hed to pass through during the last fifty years a Christian country.
seek neither martydom nor leadership. I crave neither for glory nor for
personality. I ask no favors but fair play and justice and I say do you
a worm may turn sometime. I stand before the Anglo Saxon world as one of
the many [thorn?] and burnt to the heart by the [?] torture through the misty
veil that hides the future. I see the sower sowing his seed in the fertil soil.
I would request of you No- I will demand that you do not sow neither thorns nor
thisles in that soil for we would nourish and nurture that soil untill it
brought forth mighty men who would lead the race through peaceful avenues to
place [?] of supreem happiness but you would nurture legions of Dukes of Alva's
large things & start from small things. And the weakest nation can start a war,
but some where back in the misty ages of the past God has so ordained it that the
terms of peace rest in the hands of the victor. I would beg of you not to

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