PUBLISHED CRUSADER 1960 

 

THERE WAS NEVER A DARK CHILD, AN AFRICAN MAIDEN, A PROUD CHIEF SOLD INTO SLAVERY THAT A BLACK TRAITOROUS HAND DID NOT GET SOME OF THE MONEY. 

 

THE HISTORY OF THE RUNAWAY SLAVES, THE UNDERGROUND RAILWAY, SHOWS US THAT THE ENEMY MOST TO BE FEARED WERE THE “BLACK BENEDICTS,” “FREE NEGROES” WHO WATCHED FOR ESCAPING SLAVES AND FINGERED THEM. 

 

WHAT IS JACKIE ROBINSON’S REAL NAME? WHO IS ADAM POWELL WORKING FOR? LET US DEAL WITH POWELL FIRST. ON THE STREET, IN THE FILLMORE, I KNEW A STOOLPIGEON. ONLY, HE WAS ASHAMED OF HIMSELF. HE TOLD ME, “RAY, THEY GOT SOMETHING ON ME. IF I DON’T PLAY IT THEIR WAY, THEY PUT ME IN THE JOINT” SO, WHENEVER THE POLICE NEEDED A LYING WITNESS, MY “FRIEND” WOULD PHONOGRAPH ANYTHING THEY WANTED HIM TO SAY. WELL, WE ALL KNEW HIM; WE DUG HIS FEAR, HIS MOTIVES, HIS TREACHERY. WE DIDN’T KILL HIM, BUT NEITHER DID WE GIVE HIM A CHURCH AND WE DIDN’T SEND HIM TO CONGRESS! 

 

I CAN ONLY SAY THIS TO POWELL. PREACHER, WHEN THEY TELL YOU TO SUPPORT LYNDON JOHNSON AND MISLEAD HARLEM, YOU DO IT. WHEN THEY MAKE YOU GO TO BANDUNG AND TELL THE ASIANS AND AFRICANS HOW WELL OFF WE ARE IN NORTH AMERICA, YOU GO. WHEN THEY TELL YOU TO ATTACK CASTO (SIC) AND THE INTEGRATED PEOPLE OF CUBA (THE FIRST FREE PEOPLE SINCE THE SPANIARDS BROUGHT THE SWORD AND THE BIBLE), YOU JUMP. THAT INCOME TAX DEAL IS A TOUGH RAP. 

 

NOW, MR. ROBINSON IS DIFFERENT. HE IS A MAN OF CONVICTIONS. HE REALLY BELIEVES WE CAN ALL GET ON FIRST BASE. HE IS NOT TALKING JUST TO KEEP OUT OF JAIL. HE WANTS TO DEFEND “AMERICA” FROM DR. CASTRO AND ALMEIDA. JUST AS HE DEFENDED US FROM NORTH KOREA A FEW SAD YEARS AGO. YOU REMEMBER WHEN HE HELPED SEND THOUSANDS OF NEGRO YOUTHS TO THEIR DEATH. HE DID NOT GO WITH THEM. HE DID NOT WANT TO FACE THOSE KOREANS, THOSE CHINESE. NO, HE WENT DOWN TO WASHINGTON TO TALK TO THOSE WHITE CONGRESSMEN TO HELP THEM TRY TO LYNCH PAUL ROBESON. AND WHEN THAT GALLANT LADY, QUEEN OF THE WORLD, MOTHER OF ALL, JOSEPHINE BAKER CAME HERE AND, ALMOST SINGLE HANDED, FOUGHT THE RACISTS FROM THE STORK CLUB TO THE AMBASSADOR HOTEL, WHERE WAS MR. ROBINSON? HE WAS AT THE BANK, SALTING AWAY HIS MONEY. WELL, I GUESS IT PAID WELL. HE MADE MORE MONEY THAN JUDAS DID, AND HE DIDN’T HAVE TO KISS ANYBODY, JUST BRANCH RICKEY’S REAR END. 

 

OUR FOES ARE MANY, OUR FORCES FEW, OUR WAY IS LONG, THE NIGHT IS DARK, OUR PATH IS ARDUOUS, AHEAD OF US, IN THE BRIGHT OF MORNING LIES BATTLE WITH THE ENEMY. WE MUST USE THIS NIGHT TO PARALYSE (SIC) THE TREACHEROUS “FRIEND,” THE ONE WHO SKULKS IN OUR SHADOW, WHO WHISPERS OUR SECRETS TO ASSASSINS, WHO CONSULS US TO DEFEAT, WHO DRINKS THE BLOOD OF OUR MARTYRS. FREEDOM IS A PRESCIOUS (SIC) SUBSTANCE. IT IS PURCHASED NOT ALONE BY THE BLOOD OF THE FALLEN, BUT BY THE TEARS OF THE BETRAYED. 

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