Hanover; Or The Persecution of the Lowly: A Story of the Wilmington Massacre. — John Shaqi
Hanover; Or The Persecution of the Lowly: A Story of the Wilmington Massacre.Thorne, Jack
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Hanover; Or The Persecution of the Lowly: A Story of the Wilmington Massacre.
Thorne, Jack
African Americans -- North Carolina -- Wilmington -- Fiction; Wilmington (N.C.) -- History -- Fiction
"Gentermen," said Teck Pervis, "whils we air waitin fur ther kernul and
other big uns ter errive, as cheerman uv the Dry Pond White Supreemacy
Leeg, I wish ter keep this here meet'n warm by makin' er few broken
remarks"--"Go ahead Teck, give us a speech" came from more than a dozen
throats; "I wanter say jes here" he continued "thet ther white folks uv
Wilmington, North Caliny hav tuk and stood nigger biggitty and
hifullutin carryins on with moe patience then eny folks on top side er
this green yerth" (Laughter and applause). "We po uns have jes layed er
roun an slep till Mr. Nigger has trotted so fur er hed that I am feared
we wont be able ter over take him." (Laughter). "They air in better
houses then we po white uns, thur chilan air er wearin better cloes an
er gittin moe larnin then our'n. An gentermen surs jes tackle eny er
them little uns er'n an they'd surprise yer; why they kin spit latin
faster then er terbacky worm kin spit terbacky. (Laughter). Who give
ther nigger ther stick ter break our heads? _Who done it I say?_ You
rich white uns, thets who;" "But we'll do it no longer," said a voice
from the audience. "We uns hepped yer ter fite yer battles," continued
Teck, "an when thet war was ended, we did'n git ther nigger an mule yer
promised, but we uns did' n kick powerful hard agin yer bekase yer did'n
hev em ter giv us." (Laughter). "But you uns could er giv we uns ther
wurk instid uv givin it ter good fur nuthin nigger bekase we po uns hev
voted yer ticket rite er long an kep yer in office--
"I see ther kurnels on hand' so I giv way fur im," and Teck Pervis
advanced to where the Colonel had paused to remove his overcoat. "Whats
the matter with the Colonel? He's all right!" was uttered with a ring
that shook the old wigwam. The Colonel, escorted by Teck Pervis,
leisurely strutted to the centre of the hall. The Colonel had seen the
time when he would have scorned the idea of being introduced to an
audience by a low white. "Oh vain boast! who can control his fate?" He
is now as poor as the poorest indentured slave, seeking to feed at the
public crib by appealing to the passions and prejudices of the masses.
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