John Graham saw that his defeat was a certainty and gave up the
political fight in disgust. But he determined to prevent at all hazards
the degradation of the Klan into an engine of personal vengeance
and criminal folly. There was but one way to do it. He dreaded the
undertaking, yet there was no help for it. He must again fight the devil
with fire. The reign of terror inaugurated by the Black Union League had
made necessary the Ku Klux Klan. There must be a power to hold in check
Steve’s irresponsible gang.
He immediately organised in each county a vigilance committee composed
of the bravest and most reliable members of the old Klan who had refused
to follow Steve. Over these men he sought to exercise only a moral
influence as their former Commander-in-chief, save in his own county
where his word was accepted as law by the surviving veterans of the
regiment he had commanded in the Civil War.
These men he instructed to watch the movements of Steve’s followers,
learn in advance of their intended raids, break them up by moral suasion
if possible; by force as a last resort.
He had found the task a tremendous one. For the first time he realised
the terrible meaning of the lawless power of the Klan. The secrecy of
their movements under his own leadership had been perfect. Yet with his
knowledge of their methods he had believed it would be comparatively.
easy to defeat their plans. He found it next to impossible. In spite
of the utmost vigilance on the part of his committees, the new Klan had
inaugurated a reign of folly and terror unprecedented in the history of
the whole Reconstruction saturnalia.
They whipped scalawag politicians night after night and drove them from
the county. They called on carpetbagger postmasters who immediately left
for parts unknown. They whipped Negroes, young and old, for all sorts of
wrongdoing, real or fancied, and finally began to regulate the general
morals of the community. They whipped a rowdy for abusing his wife and
on the same night tarred and feathered a white girl of low origin who
lived in the outskirts of town and ran her from the county.
The morning after this outrage occurred, John Graham walked into Steve’s
law office, brushed by his clerks and boldly entered the inner room
where his enemy was at work.
Steve sprang to his feet and his hand instinctively sought the revolver
in his hip pocket.
“You needn’t be alarmed; I’m not ready for you yet,” said John, his eyes
holding Steve’s with their steady light.
“Well, I’m ready for you,” was the quick retort. “What do you want?”
“Merely to give you a little advice this morning.”
“When I need your advice, I’ll let you know.”
John closed the door.
“Your men are covering the name of the Ku Klux Klan with infamy,” John
went on evenly. “If you have even the rudiments of common sense you must
know that within a few weeks these fools will be beyond your control.”
“I haven’t felt the need of your help as yet,” interrupted Steve.
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