kee schools and colleges. Freedom and education have
worked only harm to the Negro by putting high notions into his head.
Blacks of Wilmington have had more sway than was for their good, and
they need checking, and it has come at last. We will have no more black
lawyers, doctors, editors and so forth, taking the support from our own
professional men. And no more such disgraceful scenes as we have been
compelled to endure--well-dressed Negro women flaunting about our
streets in finery, when they ought to be in their places. Why, we can't
order a gown or bonnet, but what, before we can get into the street with
it on our backs, some Nigger woman flirts by with the very same thing
on, style, material and all. It is preposterous! How I have burned in
desire to jump upon them and tear the things off and flog them, as they
deserve. And to go to Seventh street on a Sunday or on a week-day, for
that matter, the sight is heart sickening! There Sambo and his woman,
dressed to death, strut along with heads erect, looking as important as
though they owned the city, or, astride their bicycles, they'll ride
plumb over you. But we have put a stop to Nigger high-stepping for a
while at least, thanks to our true and patriotic men, blue-blooded
Southern gentlemen." "And our boys, who did so nobly!" chimed in Mrs.
Engel. "Yes! yes!" exclaimed Mrs. Bruce, with a triumphant laugh. "How
full of zeal and love for home and country they are! It was indeed
charming to see them hold up big, burly blacks and make them stand until
bidden to pass on. One of the most amusing and gratifying sights was the
holding up of a big Nigger woman, right in front of my gate. She reared
and charged, but to no purpose; those boys made her shake her duds. They
pulled her clothes almost off her back trying to make her stand until
searched." "And you didn't protest against such ungallant treatment of
a woman, and by mere lads?" asked Mrs. McLane. "Protest! Why, Marjorie
McLane! You must not, my dear, allow yourself to think of such creatures
as women entitled to such consideration as is due white women. How did I
know but what that creature had set out to burn some lady's dwelling.
Protest? No! decidedly no! I just stood there and enjoyed the fun. I am
afraid you are too full of Yankeeism, Marjorie. You should be thankful
that our enemies are vanquished. When Colonel Moss reached Dry Pond,
instead of showing fight and standing by their editor, whom they upheld
in sland