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POST-DISPATCH POST-DISPATCH POST-DISPATCH MAN, AN EYE-WITNESS, EYE-WITNESS, EYE-WITNESS, DESCRIBES MASSACRE OF NEGROES Victims Driven From Home by Fire, Stoned, Beaten and Hanged When Dying Women Fight Militiamen and Assist in Work. By CARLOS F. HURD. A Staff Eeporter of the Post-Dispatch. Post-Dispatch. Post-Dispatch. For an hour and a half last evening I saw the massacre of helpless negroes at Broadway and Fourth street, in downtown East Kt. Louis, where a black skin was a death warrant. I have read of St. Bartholomew 's night. 1 have heard stories of the latter-day latter-day latter-day crimes cf the Turks in Armenia, and I have learned to loathe the German army for its barbarity in Belgium. But I do not believe that Moslem Moslem fanaticism or Prussian f rightfulness could perpetrate murders of more deliberate deliberate brutality than those which I saw committed, in daylight by citizens of the State of Abraham Lincoln. I saw man after man, with hands raised, pleading for his life, surrounded by groups of men men who had never seen him before and knew nothing about him except that he was black and saw them administer the historic sentence of intolerance, death by stoning. stoning. I saw one of these men, almost dead from a savage shower of stones, hanged 'With a, clothesline, and when it broke, hanged with a rope which held. Within a few paces of the pole from which he was suspended, four other negroes lay dead or dying, another having been removed, dead, a short i time before. I saw the pockets of two of these negroes searched, without the finding of any weapon. Rock Dropped on 'eg:roea Neck. I saw one of these men, covered with blood and half conscious, raise himself on his elbow, and look feebly about, when a young man, standing directly behind him, lifted a flat stone in both hands and hurled it upon his neck. This young man was much better better dressed than most of the others. He walked away unmolested. I saw nero women begging for mercy and pleading that, they had harmed no one, set upon by white women of the baser sort, who laughed and answered the coarse sallies of men as they beat the negTesaes' faces and breasts with fists, stones and sticks. I saw one of these furies fling herself at a militiaman militiaman who was trying to protect a regress, regress, and wrestle with him for his bayonetted gun, while other women attacked attacked the refugee. What I saw, in the 90 minutes between 6:30 p. m. and the lurid coming of dark ness, was but ons local scene of the drama of death. I am satisfied that, m spirit and method, it typified the whole. And I cannot somehow speak of waht I saw as mob violence. Tt was not my idea of a mob. Crowd Mostly WorUnxnrii. A mob is passionate, a mob loliows i ne man or a few men blindly; a moM sometimes takes chance. The Last St Louis affair, its i fa it. was a man hunt, conducted on a sporting basis, though with anything but the fair ;)!ay which is Ifce principle of sport. The fast St Louis men took no chance, except the char.ee from stray shots. hich every !recttor of their act took. They went in sn;all groups, the was little '-cuderthip. '-cuderthip. '-cuderthip. and there v. an horribly tool dcliberalencca and it spirit of f un about St. I cannot allow c ea the doubtful excuse of drink. No man whom I saw showed the effect of liquor. It was no crowd of hot-headed hot-headed hot-headed youths. Youns men were in the greater number. liut there were the middle-aged, middle-aged, middle-aged, no less active in the task of destroying the life of every discoverable black man. It was a shirt-tleeve shirt-tleeve shirt-tleeve gathering, and the men were mostly workingmen, except for some who had the aspect of mere loafers. I have mentioned the peculiarly brutal crime committed by the only man there who had the appearance tit bein-? bein-? bein-? a business or professional man of any standing. I would be more pessimistic about my fellcw-AT.ericans fellcw-AT.ericans fellcw-AT.ericans than I am today, if I could not say that there were other workingmen who protested against the rense'.es3 slaughter. I would be ashamed of myself if I could not say that I forgot my place as a professional observer observer and joined In such protests. But I do not think any verbal objection had the sligntest ertect. Only a volley of lead would have stopped those mur derers. uet a nigger, was the slogan, and it was varied by the recurrent cry, "Get another!" It was like nothing so much as tne noiiaay crowd, with thumb.i turned down, in the Roman Coliseum except that here the shooters were their own gladiators, and their own wild beasts. When I got off a State street car ob Broadway at 6:30, a fire apparatus was on its way to the blaze In the tear of Fourth street, south from Broadway. A moment s survey showed why thin fire had been set, and what it wa meant to accomplish. Fire Drives Oat Nenroes. The sheds in the rear of negroes houses, which were themelvea in the rear of the mam buildings on Fourth irtreet, had been ignited to drive out ;he negro occupants of the houses. And the slayers were waiting for them to come out. It was stay in and be roasted, or come out and be slaughtered. A moment be fore I arrived, one negro had taken the decperate chance of coming out, and the rattle or revolver fchots. which I heard as I approached the corner, wag fol lowed by the cry. "They've got him:' And tr.ey had. He lay on the pavement pavement a bullet wound in his head and his skull bare In two places. At every movement of pain which showed tha I fe remained, there .-ame .-ame .-ame a terrific kick Continued on fage S, tola ma 9

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  1. St. Louis Post-Dispatch,
  2. 03 Jul 1917, Tue,
  3. Page 1

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