Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1950-08-25
Lewis O. Swingler

MEMPHIS WORLD
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Revocation of Robeson Passport
The U. S. State department had a perfect right to revoke 
the passport of Paul Robeson if, in sober judgement,
it feels that Robeson's activity on the international scene is
harmful to this country. However, there are other considerations 
and questions which may logically develop from the
State Department's action in the Robeson case. Our country's 
interests should take precedence over those of a single
individual.
Robeson has prestige as an artist among thousands of
people who have no sympathy for his constant harping of the
Communist party line. He has the sympathy of thousands
of his fellow Negroes who know that what Robeson says
about the U. S. treatment of its millions of Negro citizens is
generally the truth. This group knows what it was only four
weeks ago that the Gov. of Georgia, Herman Talmadge told
the public that he would ignore any Supreme court decision
which would end segregation in Georgia schools. We assert
that Talmadge in his way is just as subversive as Robeson.
If the State Department followed a logical course it would
also keep at home men like Eastland of Mississippi, Talmadge, 
and various other white supremacists who are this
country's worst advertisements before the world with which
we would like to get along.
We could add to the list of those whose passports should
be revoked, several thousand American tourists who go
around foreign countries throwing money around freely and
setting up in the minds of the people of various nations that
Americans are boors, spendthrifts, and look down their noses
at persons whose traditions are different.
In the meantime revocation of Robeson's passport will
not lessen his strength in Europe and Asia. To many he has
been exploited by the left as the symbol of America's mistreatment of her largest minority.
The passport revocation is apt to be played up for all its
worth in Soviet propaganda to non-white nations. The situation
is handmade for the Soviets to show that U. S. has
one set of standards for white Talmadge and still nother
for a black Robeson.




MART OF THOUGHT
Reading about the Wisconsin
farm women who awaited the
seventh appearance of the Blessed 
Virgin last week, recalled to my
mind a very pleasantly spent afternoon. 
While vacationing in the

Northwest Pacific three summers
ago, it was my delightful pleasure
to visit the Grotto, situated off
Sandy Boulevard in Portland, Oregon. 
It is the only sanctuary in
the world dedicated to our Sorrowful 
Mother. It covers fifty-eight
acres of ground. Eighteen are on
the lower level and forty on the
upper level about the cliff.
A feeling of-peace and quiet taes
possession of the soul of the visitor 
as he treads the well-surfaced:
pathways, passing the fourteen stations 
of the cross and shrines to
the seven sorrows of Mary The
paths are surrounded by stalwart
trees, bending saplings and tangled
vines in an array of flowers and
shrubs.
The Grotto itself is an altar 30:
feet wide, three feet deep and forty
feet high. It was hewn from the
solid granite at the base of the cliff
which flings Itself upwards for one
hundred fifty feet. The sides of the
Gretto are covered with mosses of
every shade of green. One observes 
the pulpit in the center, also
caned from the solid rocks of the
cliff The walls form a natural
sounding board. From the pulpit,
the ordinary voice can be heard
from a quarter of a mile Hundreds
of red and white candles burn day
and night and the peace an quiet
create a cathedral-like atmosphere
The rows and rows of pews have
the vaulted heavens for a roof
Surely nowhere else in the word
is there such a setting But the
greatest wonder of the lower level
Is the natural sounding board The
towering cliff absorbs the tones of
an organ, located in a small chapel
at the rear of the outdoor auditorium, 
until the entire mass of

rock seems to vibrate the emotions
of the human soul. As the volume
of the organ risen, the cliff reverberates 
and the music is heard
throughout the eighteen acres of
the lower level.
Riding two hunderd feet upward
in the elevator which passes thru
a chute carved in the cliff, the
spirit seems to lift and when one
steps out on the upper level, the
soul seems to expand and soar to
heights very near to heaven Forty
acres of beautifully landscad
gardens Here beauty abounds in
graceful profusion Visits stroll
past the monastery, several chapels
and sunken gardens Restful spots
are everywhere amid flowers and
fountains In the distance three
hundred feet above the lower level
atop a granite pillar, stands the
bronze statue of Mary. Our Sorrowful 
Mother Standing close to the
monument, looking to the north
one sees the largest river en the
western coasts of America, winding 
its way thru the Columbia gorge. 
Then let the eyes turn westward
and they sweep out to the Pacific
where the sun bid America goodnight. 

Leaving the grounds, after a rapid 
descent, via the vine-clad and
bough covered avenue called the
Way of Our Sorrowful Mother,
visitors pause at St. Ann's chapel
to amire the pictures that adorn
the walls, pick up souvenirs and
sign the register.
I have at regular intervals, received 
literature from the Grotto
and each time it brings inspiration
to me, as I remember quite vividly
the holy figures carved from the
hearts of the giant redwoods. They
were so life-like that 1t would have
been easy to mistake them for humans. 

This-the way that I have trod,
To return thee unto God.
I, who am thy Elder Brother, ask
of thee;
"Behold Thy Mother."

MADAM BELL










KINGSRIDGE



SHAYNE picked up the telephone 
and asked for the first
Miami Beach number Corey, the
hotel man, had given him He let
it along for a long time without
getting an answer then got the
Beach operator and asked for the
address of the number.
It was a residence on Sunset
Drive He wrote the address down
and sat tugging at his earlobe,
staring across the room moodily.

 orey said, "The Rajah is checking 
out tomorrow. Okay?"
When did he decide to do
that?"
A couple of days ago. That is,
it was a tentative arrangement,
Confirmed a little after ten O'clock
by phone form his suite."
Shayne said, "I'll let you know
it there's any reason why he
shouldn't Will you put a check
on his line, Ben? Get me every.
thing you can."
"I'd like to know what I'm getting 
into," Corey protested. "He's
a rather important guest."
"Would you rather have me
swear out a warrant for his arrest
as accessory in a jewel theft?"
"Good Lord, no! is he?"
"I think so. But I doubt if I
can prove it and I'd rather not be
forced to try."
"You'll get your tap," Corey assured 
him.
Shayne thanked him and said he
would keep in touch. He started
out or the office, then turned back
to use the telephone again. He
called his own apartment, A man's
voice said,
"Patrolman Edmund speaking,"
"This is Mike Shayne. Every.
thing all right?"
"Everything's fine except this
nurse is too good at gin rummy
for me. There was a phone call
about one o'clock. Some cluck
wanted to know if there was a reward 
offered for the ruby bracelet
lifted on the Beach tonight and
said he'd call you back tomorrow
morning. Traced the call to a
phone booth in the lobby of the
Sunlux Hotel and tipped the Beach
cops off on it."
Shayne said drily, "That's what
I call a real pal," and hung up.
He stood with his hand on the
phone, undecided for a moment,
then quirked a rugged red brow at
Corey as though in apology, lifted
the handset again and called Timothy 
Rourke's number.
When the reporter's sleepy
voice finally came over the wire,
he said incisively; "Tim, get some
clothes on and meet me at the
News Tower right away."
"Whassat?" muttered Rourke.
"Who the devil is this?"
"Mike Shayne. Did you hear
me?"
"I heard you but it didn't take,"
he protested. "What time is it,
anyway?"
"About three o'clock."
"When I left your apartment I
thought you were set for the
night, Mike," The reporter sounded 
wide awake now, and worried.
"I thought. . ."
"You always get mixed up when
you think," Shayne snapped. "Meet
me at the News Tower in twenty
minutes." He dropped the phone
on the hood and grinned at Corey.
"send me a bill for these calls,
Ben." With an airy wave of his
hand he went out, crossed the
lobby to the outside where his car

was parked it riveway.
Twenty minuets later he
parked on the Boulevard opposite
the News Tower on Sixth Street
The elevator boy on duty said,
Mister Rourke just went up.
Didn't act like He was in too good
a humor."
Shayne grinned and said, Tim's
getting old and needs his sleep."
Rourke was lounging just inside
the door of the City Room when
Shayne entered He stifled a yawn
and began querulously, "What the
devils the matter with you, waking 
a guy up..?"
Shayne look one of his thin
arms and led him down the corridor 
towards the newspaper
morgue. "Things are beginning to
break. You Know-these files better
than anyone else, and 1 need some
fast action."
Rourke opened the door and
switched on the lights as he went
in. "What's happened?"
"That jewel robbery- w breaking
fast. I want you to dig out the
dope on a couple of other big ruby
thefts. First, a man named King.
James T. King. October of fortythree. 
An eighty thousand dollar
star ruby ring. Remember it?"
"Sure.1" Rourke's nostrils
twitched and his eyes were suddenly 
very bright in their cavernous 
sockets as he went confidently
toward the files. "At the Tropical
Towers Hotel Bell-boy got
sapped." He ran a thin index finger 
down a file of bound copies
of newspapers, selected one and
pulled it out "What do you want
on it?"
"The man's background. Did
you cover the story?"
"Yen. Interviewed him that
night. Didn't like the guy much,
but his wife was nice. All that
stuff will be in my first story," he
went on as he turned the pages
swiftly. "Here's my story . . . first
page of the second section. Pix
and everything." He spread it open
for Shayne to read.
"Good," said Shayne. "I'll get
what I want here while you dig up
one a little more difficult This
was a robbery in New Orleans a
couple of years later. Probably
October of forty-five. Will there
be anything on it here?"
"Was it big?"
"A star ruby pendant. I think
the insurance was a hundred grand
... maybe a hundred and ten. The
wife got killed."
"I remember that one," said
Rourke eagerly. "Sure, I interviewed 
Voorland and gave it a
local twist because the ruby was
bought here. I tied it m with the
King case. Man's name was Kendrick." 
Rourke Was digging into
the flies again.
Shayne gave his attention to the
feature story on the King robbery.
There was a blurred picture of
King and his wife, the man tall
and thin, stooped and worried
looking, just as Earl Randolph' had
described him His wife was a few
years younger and had a pleasantly 
placid expression, though she
appeared a little dazed in the picture. 

Taking out his notebook, he ran
his eyes swiftly down the printed
column, copying the relevant material 
on King's background in
Massillon, Ohio.
Rourke was standing by with
the story he had written en the
Kendrick murder-robbery when

Shayne finished. He laid the first
story aside and concentrated on
the New Orleans case, gleaned
from the facts Rourke had learned
from Walter Voorland There
were no pictures, and the packground 
material was somewhat
sketchy, but He found enough for
his purpose, and quickly Jotted it
down.
He waited impatiently
for Rourke. to replace the files,
then suggested, "Let's go in your
office and charge a couple of telegrams 
to the Daily News."
"What are you onto, Mike?
What's the tie-up?"
"I'm not sure. There may not
be one.' Shayne sat down at
Rourke's desk with his notebook
before him. He said. "Massillon,
Ohio, should be big enough to have
a Worldwide Agency." He lifted
the telephone and called Western
Union, then dictated the following 
message:









After the message was read
back to him, he said, "Here's another 
one." He dictated a similar
message to the New York manager
of Worldwide, substituting the
name of Roland Kendrick for that
of King, and an address In Bed'
ford.
He hung up, sat back and
grinned at Rourke. "Don't look so
worried. Your paper can afford
the price of a couple of telegrams
for the story you're going to get
... if my hunch is right."
"Why do you want to locate
those two guys?" Rourke demanded. 

"To ask them If they ever heard
of the Rajah of Hindupoor, and
certain circumstances regarding
the purchase and insurance on the
rubies they lost."
"What has the Rajah of thing-ama-jig 
got to do with it?"
"That's what I'm trying to find
out."
A shirt-sleeved man wearing a
green eyeshade came to the open
door and said, "Saw your light In
here, Tim. Since you're around
you might as well cover an assignment 
over on the Beach."
"I might, huh? What do you
think I am? A slave? I'm headed
for the hay right now."
"Okay, Okay," said the man
soothingly. "I've known the time
you'd jump out of bed to cover a
sweet one like this." He turned
to go away.
"Wait a minute," Rourke called.
"What's sweet about It?"
"Just a little murder... maybe
with a sex angle, and a couple
hundred thousand dollars worth of
rubies for a side dish."
Shayne was on his feet. "What
are you trying to tell us?"
"They Just found Mrs. Mark
Dustin's body at the foot of the
bathing pier at the Sunlux. If you
don't want to cover It, Tim ..."
Both men were on their way
out before he could finish the
sentence.




CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN



SHAYNE picked up the telephone 
and asked for the first
Miami Beach number Corey, the
hotel man, had given him He let
it along for a long time without
getting an answer then got the
Beach operator and asked for the
address of the number.
It was a residence on Sunset
Drive He wrote the address down
and sat tugging at his earlobe,
staring across the room moodily.

 orey said, "The Rajah is checking 
out tomorrow. Okay?"
When did he decide to do
that?"
A couple of days ago. That is,
it was a tentative arrangement,
Confirmed a little after ten O'clock
by phone form his suite."
Shayne said, "I'll let you know
it there's any reason why he
shouldn't Will you put a check
on his line, Ben? Get me every.
thing you can."
"I'd like to know what I'm getting 
into," Corey protested. "He's
a rather important guest."
"Would you rather have me
swear out a warrant for his arrest
as accessory in a jewel theft?"
"Good Lord, no! is he?"
"I think so. But I doubt if I
can prove it and I'd rather not be
forced to try."
"You'll get your tap," Corey assured 
him.
Shayne thanked him and said he
would keep in touch. He started
out or the office, then turned back
to use the telephone again. He
called his own apartment, A man's
voice said,
"Patrolman Edmund speaking,"
"This is Mike Shayne. Every.
thing all right?"
"Everything's fine except this
nurse is too good at gin rummy
for me. There was a phone call
about one o'clock. Some cluck
wanted to know if there was a reward 
offered for the ruby bracelet
lifted on the Beach tonight and
said he'd call you back tomorrow
morning. Traced the call to a
phone booth in the lobby of the
Sunlux Hotel and tipped the Beach
cops off on it."
Shayne said drily, "That's what
I call a real pal," and hung up.
He stood with his hand on the
phone, undecided for a moment,
then quirked a rugged red brow at
Corey as though in apology, lifted
the handset again and called Timothy 
Rourke's number.
When the reporter's sleepy
voice finally came over the wire,
he said incisively; "Tim, get some
clothes on and meet me at the
News Tower right away."
"Whassat?" muttered Rourke.
"Who the devil is this?"
"Mike Shayne. Did you hear
me?"
"I heard you but it didn't take,"
he protested. "What time is it,
anyway?"
"About three o'clock."
"When I left your apartment I
thought you were set for the
night, Mike," The reporter sounded 
wide awake now, and worried.
"I thought. . ."
"You always get mixed up when
you think," Shayne snapped. "Meet
me at the News Tower in twenty
minutes." He dropped the phone
on the hood and grinned at Corey.
"send me a bill for these calls,
Ben." With an airy wave of his
hand he went out, crossed the
lobby to the outside where his car

was parked it riveway.
Twenty minuets later he
parked on the Boulevard opposite
the News Tower on Sixth Street
The elevator boy on duty said,
Mister Rourke just went up.
Didn't act like He was in too good
a humor."
Shayne grinned and said, Tim's
getting old and needs his sleep."
Rourke was lounging just inside
the door of the City Room when
Shayne entered He stifled a yawn
and began querulously, "What the
devils the matter with you, waking 
a guy up..?"
Shayne look one of his thin
arms and led him down the corridor 
towards the newspaper
morgue. "Things are beginning to
break. You Know-these files better
than anyone else, and 1 need some
fast action."
Rourke opened the door and
switched on the lights as he went
in. "What's happened?"
"That jewel robbery- w breaking
fast. I want you to dig out the
dope on a couple of other big ruby
thefts. First, a man named King.
James T. King. October of fortythree. 
An eighty thousand dollar
star ruby ring. Remember it?"
"Sure.1" Rourke's nostrils
twitched and his eyes were suddenly 
very bright in their cavernous 
sockets as he went confidently
toward the files. "At the Tropical
Towers Hotel Bell-boy got
sapped." He ran a thin index finger 
down a file of bound copies
of newspapers, selected one and
pulled it out "What do you want
on it?"
"The man's background. Did
you cover the story?"
"Yen. Interviewed him that
night. Didn't like the guy much,
but his wife was nice. All that
stuff will be in my first story," he
went on as he turned the pages
swiftly. "Here's my story . . . first
page of the second section. Pix
and everything." He spread it open
for Shayne to read.
"Good," said Shayne. "I'll get
what I want here while you dig up
one a little more difficult This
was a robbery in New Orleans a
couple of years later. Probably
October of forty-five. Will there
be anything on it here?"
"Was it big?"
"A star ruby pendant. I think
the insurance was a hundred grand
... maybe a hundred and ten. The
wife got killed."
"I remember that one," said
Rourke eagerly. "Sure, I interviewed 
Voorland and gave it a
local twist because the ruby was
bought here. I tied it m with the
King case. Man's name was Kendrick." 
Rourke Was digging into
the flies again.
Shayne gave his attention to the
feature story on the King robbery.
There was a blurred picture of
King and his wife, the man tall
and thin, stooped and worried
looking, just as Earl Randolph' had
described him His wife was a few
years younger and had a pleasantly 
placid expression, though she
appeared a little dazed in the picture. 

Taking out his notebook, he ran
his eyes swiftly down the printed
column, copying the relevant material 
on King's background in
Massillon, Ohio.
Rourke was standing by with
the story he had written en the
Kendrick murder-robbery when

Shayne finished. He laid the first
story aside and concentrated on
the New Orleans case, gleaned
from the facts Rourke had learned
from Walter Voorland There
were no pictures, and the packground 
material was somewhat
sketchy, but He found enough for
his purpose, and quickly Jotted it
down.
He waited impatiently
for Rourke. to replace the files,
then suggested, "Let's go in your
office and charge a couple of telegrams 
to the Daily News."
"What are you onto, Mike?
What's the tie-up?"
"I'm not sure. There may not
be one.' Shayne sat down at
Rourke's desk with his notebook
before him. He said. "Massillon,
Ohio, should be big enough to have
a Worldwide Agency." He lifted
the telephone and called Western
Union, then dictated the following 
message:









After the message was read
back to him, he said, "Here's another 
one." He dictated a similar
message to the New York manager
of Worldwide, substituting the
name of Roland Kendrick for that
of King, and an address In Bed'
ford.
He hung up, sat back and
grinned at Rourke. "Don't look so
worried. Your paper can afford
the price of a couple of telegrams
for the story you're going to get
... if my hunch is right."
"Why do you want to locate
those two guys?" Rourke demanded. 

"To ask them If they ever heard
of the Rajah of Hindupoor, and
certain circumstances regarding
the purchase and insurance on the
rubies they lost."
"What has the Rajah of thing-ama-jig 
got to do with it?"
"That's what I'm trying to find
out."
A shirt-sleeved man wearing a
green eyeshade came to the open
door and said, "Saw your light In
here, Tim. Since you're around
you might as well cover an assignment 
over on the Beach."
"I might, huh? What do you
think I am? A slave? I'm headed
for the hay right now."
"Okay, Okay," said the man
soothingly. "I've known the time
you'd jump out of bed to cover a
sweet one like this." He turned
to go away.
"Wait a minute," Rourke called.
"What's sweet about It?"
"Just a little murder... maybe
with a sex angle, and a couple
hundred thousand dollars worth of
rubies for a side dish."
Shayne was on his feet. "What
are you trying to tell us?"
"They Just found Mrs. Mark
Dustin's body at the foot of the
bathing pier at the Sunlux. If you
don't want to cover It, Tim ..."
Both men were on their way
out before he could finish the
sentence.




Gov. Driscoll



born with prejudices; we acquire
them in old age," Driscoll declared.
Driscoll was not only the recipient 
of the Lovejoy Medal but
he was also the principal speaker
for the civil liberties meeting of
the convention.
Other speakers for the civil liberties 
meeting were: Fred Koshler,
director. of public welfare in Illinois; 
W. Albert King, Jr., professor 
of law, University of Chicago

and assistant Attorney General of!
Illinois; Mrs. Thorso Robinson,
grand directress of Elks Civil Liberties 
Committee; Mrs. Pearl Taylor, 
secretary of the Chicago Elk-'
Civil Liberties committee; Mrs.
Emma Patterson, assistant grand
directress of Civil Liberties and
Nelson William, Illinois director of.
Civil Liberties.

Big Officials



room of the Hotel Theresa under
sponsorship of the City Wide Republican 
Women's Club and a
Citizen's Committee. Julius J
Adams, member of the Executive
Committee of the New York Republican 
State Committee, and
Sadye J. Williams, president of
the City Wide Republican Women's
Club, are co-chairmen of the dinner 
committee.
Speaking about the dinner this
week, Mr Adams said, "Our principal 
and the sole Interest at this
time is to unite the Republican
forces In the community for a drive
to swing Harlem back Into the GOP
ranks. This is not an impossible
task," Mr. Adams said. "All that is
needed is to know what we want,
what it takes to get It, then organize 
all our strength and talents
to accomplish the Job."
"In politics,"1 Mr. Adams said.
"you don't ask, you take. Nobody
he added, "ever got anything by
crying, begging or feeling sorry for
himself."
Besides the Lieutenant Governor,

other speakers will include Republican 
State Chairman William L.
Pfeiffer, Secretary of State Thomas
J. Curran: Mrs. Jane Todd. vice
chairman, Republican Jacob K. Javits, 
Elmer A. Carter, member of
New York State Commission
Against Discrimination and Republican 
candidate for Congressman
from the 22nd Congressional District; 
Dr Myrom S. McGuire,
president, Crispus Attucks' League,
and Atty. Cornelius J. McDougald.

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Men Worship



ble one, close to God The overlapping 
green boughs of short-leaf
pines for the roof. The location is
near regiment headquarters, along
a winding trail, from which can
be heard the rippling waters of a
floating stream.
Among the men of God we talked 
with was Lt. Col. Chaplain
John A. Deveaux, of 1257 West
Fifth Street, Jacksonville, Fla.
Chaplain Deveaux is married to
the former Miss Della Mae Phil
lips, 
of Xenia, Ohio. They ate the
parents of three children.
He served as aide to Bishop John
A. Gregg during the prelate's tour
of military establishments in
Europe during World War II.
During the interview, several
GI's stopped at the chaplain's place
of worship, which has the barest
of material things; An Army cot,
a Bible and standing room.
Each man who came to the
cleric left with a new light in his
eyes and a smile on his face.
"With the help of God," Chaplain 
Deveaux said, "We'll come out
victorious in this war. I hope it
will be soon."
GI's we contacted during the
lay, In camp and enroute to the
battle front Included:
Sgt. Rachell Harris, 28, of 3725
Joseph Campau, Detroit, Mich.;
Sgt. James A. Roberts, 25, of 1922
North nth Street, Philadelphia,
Pa., who is a former Defender
newsboy; Cpl. Jesse Shelley, 35, of
1758 Fourth Avenue, Miami. Fla.;
S-Sgt. Henry Joe, 37, of 257
Quincy Street, Brooklyn, New York,
assigned to the 24th's Transportation 
Corps; Pfc. William Lawrence,
22, of Henderson, Texas.
Pfc. Lee A. Wyman, 22, of 5134
Echo Avenue, Dallas, Texas; Pfc
Robert James Baker, 24, of 12th
Street, Panama City. Florida, who
talked with me for quite a while
about friends 1 know in his neck
of the woods.
Pvt. Moses Walker, 19, of 522
West French Street, Chester, Pa.;
Pvt. Oscar L. Little, 19, of 52
Orient Avenue, Jersey City, New
Jersey; Pfc. Floyd Allen, 20, of
608 Farrar Avenue, New Orleans,
La; Pfc. Willie Burton, 21, of 251
West 153rd Street, New York and
Pvt. Clarence A. Tanaker, 21, of
2165 Harrison Street, Alexandria,
La.
Cpl. Ernest W. Pickett, 28, Box
77, of Berwyn, Oklahoma and Cpl.
Charlie L. Jackson, 25, of 421 Bennett 
Street, Marlin, Texas.
Chaplin Deveaux's words gave
increased faith that righteous prayer 
and belief in God will carry us
successfully through this crisis.

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religious and national backgrounds,
the racial population make up, and
the debunking of numerous prejudices 
about different people.
His course will go into the disproving 
any physiological, mental
and general intellectual differences
among people, the errors of defferent 
blood and skin color.
Finnegan will deal directly with
the role of the police officer in
these matters. The Detroit riot in
June of 1943 and the Harlem riot
of August, 1943, are pointed to by
Finnegan as "failure to recognize
problems."
He says that the police officer
can make a great contribution to
ward promoting better understand
ing among different peoples by
his attitude toward members of
minority groups and the impartial
enforcement of the law.

Race Plays



said' "If you have an all-Negro
company or platoon it is still segregation. 
I've served In experimental
units and it Is my experience that
the race question irons Itself out in
a few days."
Do Negroes have as much incentive 
to fight for the United States
as whites?
Sail Dammond, an Army regular
and veteran of the Battle of the
Bulge:
"We don't enjoy it as much as a
white soldier in civilian life, but we
are Americans and we owe allegiance 
to our country. Besides I've
got a wife and two kids I want to
get back to."
Pfc. ilton Ogze, 21. Negro. Guthrie, 
Oka., said it didn't make any
difference to him.
"It make a difference to me,"
said Cpl Wilbert D. Brousard, 20,
Negro Beaumont, Tex.
"It makes a difference to lots of
other colored soldiers only they
won't say to," he added "We have
a feeling we are being watched and
judged. It wouldn't be that way if
we were mixed up. White soldiers
are supposed to be smarter than
colored soldiers, but I bet if you'd
give a colored soldier the same education, 
the same opportunity and
the same training he would be just
as smart as a white soldier.
Brousard has a mother and three
brothers back in Beaumont.
"It's a tough town," he said
"Sometimes when I lie in my foxhoe 
I think about what I'm going
back to But I'm going back because 
it's home-there's no place
like home."

Haitian Group
Formed In New York
The Haitian 
American association, Inc., was
formed here last week as a permanent 
organization to improve relations 
between Haiti and the United
States.
Members elected Frederick E.
Hasler, a New York banker, president. 
Elected honorary president
was Gustave Laraque, Haiti's ambassador 
to the United States.
Luc Grimard, Haitian consul
general in New York, was elected
honorary vice president.

LOOKING THINGS OVER
By HELEN CALDWELL DAY
A very nice compliment is frequently 
paid our people, although
many do not consider it so. We are
called a deeply spiritual people and
many are convinced that as a race
we have learned the secret of
bringing religion to life as a part
of daily life. I wish it were true,
because it would
mean that we had
reached a goal
for which all
Christians should
strive. But since
it is not, at least
it gives us something 
big and
good at which to
aim, the ideal of
Christianity, the
Christ-life - in - us, at all times and
places in all actions.
That is the reason we want to
learn to regard all problems from
the Christian point of view, all
happenings around us. That is the
only view that is all comprehensive, 
that takes in the whole picture 
and honestly evaluates it. And
yet, that is the very thing that
many Christians are failing to goand 
not only Christians but Jews
as well (we must include them because 
they also recognize God and
our obligations to Him and each
other.) Because they are failing to
do these things, we have the Negro
problem, a Labor Problem, and
social problems of class and caste.
We have the problems of Communism 
and peace and war. Because
Christians and Jews who say they
believe have not taken the lead in
spreading and acting, atheists,
agnostics, pagans, all the hoard of
unbelievers have taken the lead. We
see the chaos which has resulted,
the pitiful evidence of our failure.
Look around. Real Christians believe 
that men are equal before God
and that He has a care for each of
them, all brothers in His sight; sons,
coheirs with His only begotten Son.
Pagans, Atheists, half breed Christians, 
and fence sitters, and fellow
travelers believe that God has loved 
certain colors or blood lives, or
other superficial trait better than
others, and that these "better" or
"superior" men have the right to
live by the blood, sweat and tears
of the "lesser' or "inferiors' and
lord it over them. They want to
found a society where the "superior" 
is protected from the "inferior" 
by any and every means effective 
in maintaining "superiority,"
to keep the "lesser" in his place-or
else.
Because we, who call, ourselves
Christians, have been afraid, or indifferent 
or blind or all three, and
have refused to take the lead, society 
has suffered from our failure,
and has become weak and sickly.
Because white Christians have not
spoken up and taken the lead, we
have segregation and jimcrow in
the South and discrimination in the
North. Because Negro Christians
have not spoken up nor taken the
lead, we have oxlike submission and,
resignation in the South and uncontrolled 
violence and hate in the
North. Because Christians of all
colors all Over the world have not
spoken up or taken the lead, but
cried "patience!1 and prudence!"
we have the monster of Communism
sucking up the little people, the
suffering and down-trodden, forgotten 
masses of the world and
leading them to their own destruction. 

It is a fact that if we do not
speak up, nor take the lead, another
will speak up and take it If we
don't act, someone else will. If we
don't make society Christian it will
certainly be something eke - and
understand, anything not Christian
is necessarily to some extent opposed 
to Christianity as our Lord
says "He who is not with me is
against me." Thus did we disown
the half breeds and fence sitters.
We can not go on being con

with not knowing, with not ca

what is happening in the w

around us. We must wake up

our responsibilities as Neg

citizen, as Christians. We 

back and wait for George to do

George is sick. He's dead.
doesn't care either. Only what
do will be done. It is up to us

make the world what we wan

to be, each one starting with h

self and working toward his ne

bor in charity.
How are we ever going to convi

white people that racial hate 

intolerance with all the injus

attached thereto are evil when
ourselves still hale each other 

against black against brown; ye

against black and brown,
against white and white agai

all? How are we ever going to
friendly with the Russians or
panese when we can't be frien

with each other? How are we e

going to have world peace when
war on one, another? In fact, b

are we going to have peace at
as long as we go on preparing
war in time of peace, building
for war in time of peace, spread
a propaganda of hate and suspic

that can only lead to war
supporting 
other people or group
which advocate these things? H

can we tell other people or co

tries how to live as Christian
should live when we don't live
Christians should live or conde

other people's lack of faith in
eternal Omnipotent God as as a fi

cause when our own faith is 

weak we imagine we must bu

hydrogen bombs to protect h

from his enemies?
Let us looks at these things a
see how they are related to us, a
swering the questions for ourse

and relating our answer to our 

lives. Then we will be indeed
spiritual people.

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