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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447988" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lynching</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you ever heard of lynching in the great United States?<br>'Tis an awful, awful story that the Negro man relates, <br>How the mobs the laws have trampled, both the human and divine,<br>In their killing helpless people as their cruel hearts incline.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not the heathen! 'Tis the Christian with the Bible in his hand,<br>Stands for pain and death to tyrannize the weaklings of the land;<br>Not the red man nor the Spaniard kills the blacks of Uncle Sam,<br>'Tis the white man of the nation who will lunch the sons of Ham.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To a limb upon the highway does a Negro's body hang,<br>Riddled with a hundred bullets from the bloody, thirsty gang;<br>Law and order thus defying, and there's none to say them nay.<br>&quot;Thus,&quot; they say, to keep their power, &quot;Negroes must be kept at bay.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How his back is lacerated! how the scene is painted red,<br>By the blood of one poor Negro till he numbers with the dead!<br>Listen to the cry of anguish from a soul that God has made,<br>But it fails to reach the pity of the demons in the raid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To a tree we find the Negro and to him a chain beside,<br>There a horse to it is fastened and the whip to him applied.<br>Thus he pulls the victim's body till it meets a dying fate,<br>And to history is given a new scandal to relate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Limb from limb he's torn asunder! See the savage lynchers grin!<br>Then the flesh is cut in pieces and the souvenirs begin;<br>Each must have the piece allotted for the friends at home to see,<br>Relatives will cluster round him, laughing, dancing, filled with glee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To a stake they bind the Negro, pile the trash around him high,<br>Make the fire about his body; it is thus that he must die.<br>Burn him slowly, hear the lynchers: &quot;That's the part we most enjoy!<br>Tell it out in all the nation how we killed a Negro boy!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Savage mob a Negro's chasing, and to catch him must not fail;<br>If it does, another's taken, there to force from him the tale<br>Where the fleeing man is hiding; if the facts he cannot raise,<br>Though his innocence protesting, for the same by death he pays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;'Tis a Negro's blood we're craving; such will have at any cost;<br>We must lynch the one in keeping, for the other one is lost!&quot;<br>This they say, and when they're questioned answer like this is the why,<br>&quot;To the race at large a warning here a Negro man shall die!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, how brave the Southern white man when, a hundred men to one,<br>Lynch a lone, defenceless Negro, when each lyncher has a gun.<br>If at midnight or the noonday, the result is all the same,<br>Law is powerless to hinder, and the nation shares the blame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lynchers go into the Senate and their savagery uphold,<br>How they shoot and butcher Negroes is the story that is told.<br>Guns and ropes they have in plenty, and, if necessary, will<br>Use them on an office holder, such a Negro they must kill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How they clamor for the Philippines and Cubans far away,<br>While a worse thing is transpiring in this country every day.<br>In the eyes of such law-breakers lives a beam of greatest size,<br>That will hinder all the pulling of the mote from others' eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are the candidates for lynching always found among the men?<br>No, the fiends of human torture lynch a woman now and then.<br>Yea, the Spanish Inquisition insignificant will pale,<br>When compared with such atrocities that in the South prevail!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis a blot on Christian manhood time, itself, cannot erase;<br>Human blood upon the conscience centuries cannot efface.<br>Simply to suspect a Negro is sufficient for the band,<br>He must die without a hearing, in a boasted gospel land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sowing antedates the reaping, and the nation should beware,<br>That the sowers to the wind will reap the whirlwind everywhere.<br>Hark the cry! the blood of Negroes cries for vengeance from the dust!<br>How I tremble for the nation when I think that God is just!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lizelia+Augusta+Jenkins+Moorer">Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer</a><div class=q>
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In their killing helpless people as their cruel hearts incline.

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