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Prospective Draftee Wrtied to President

Honorable Franklin D. Roosevelt
President of the United States
The White house
Washington, D.C.

Dear Mr. President:

By this time next year I expect to be dead. I am in good health and am of fairly sound mind. Should the array of forces as I now see them actually culminated in my death, my few friends will acknowledge my passing as a young American who died fighting fascism; as one who succumbed to the power and tyranny of the "master race."

I am not morbid as I write this - no more morbid than any of the millions of red blooded Americans who have taken the oath to lay down their lives if needs be to rid the world of the virulence of fascism and the hatred, ignorance and fears of the master race doctrine. The difference in my case and that of the others is this - which is my reason for writing you - I can't 'for the life of me' see the wisdom of going thousand of miles away to fight the enemy when 'the enemy' is killing my firends every day here at home. The enemy to which I refer consists of those forces, wherever they may be found, that militantly oppose the principles you outlined in the Atlantic Charter.

I am of draft age, but have not as yet been inducted into the army. It is painly evident to me, however, that when the 'United Nations' defeat the Axis powers, hundreds thousands of lives have yet to be expended to achieve the victory desired. This means more millions of men are needed in the army, including me. I shall accept my induction, with solemn resolution.

While I am in cvilian clothes, however, it is easy for those who advocate the master race doctrine in America to look down on me because I am a Negro. Americans are accustomed to looking down upon Negros even though they have to go through the tiresome and humorous process of walking on the stilts of self-flattery.

In my present clothes it is easy for the American fascists to think of me as being docile, ignorant, lazy, humorous, incorrigible and inferior. That is what everybody says I am. The white newspapers say it; the radio says it; the motion pictures say it and the schools say it - I have heard it so often that I have said it to myself at times; but I know better know! but even so, the Constitution gives Uncle Tom his birthright and the Atlantic Charter reaffirms his right to freedom.

But when I don the khaki of Uncle Sam's army, the act of dressing up as a SOLDIER OF FREEDOM will give me an adequate dose of dignity. In the unifrom of a United States soldier I shall refuse to accept the humiliation formerly heaped upon me by Hitler's henchmen in America. I shall come to realize the hull meaning of Patrick Henry's statement, "give my liberty or give me death." I shall be able to think of no better words to use if and when I am sent to a southern army camp, where seldom a week passes that does not see some Negro Soldiers of Freedom killed because they had the courage to stand up and say that human freedom in Germany is the same as human freedom in Georgia. After I take the oath and

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