After I come into the room, he begun, I spoze out of politeness, to sort o’ address himself to me in his remarks. And he seemed to be a resoomin’ the conversation my comin’ in had interrupted.
And anon, he begun to went on about the colored people perfectly shameful.
And as my mind roamed back and recalled the various things I had heard of his doin’, I most imegiatly made up my mind that, neighbor or not, if this thing kep’ on I should have to gin him a piece of my mind.
And there Genieve sot, the good, pretty, patient creeter, a hearin’ her own people run down to the lowest notch. I felt as if I should sink, but felt that before I did sink I should speak.
POOR WHITE.
He went on to tell what a dretful state the country wuz in, and all a owin’ to the colored race; and sez he:
“The niggers don’t take any interest in the welfare of the country. What do they care what becomes of the nation if they can get their pan of bacon and hominy?
“A mule stands up before their eyes higher than any idea of Justice or Liberty.
“They are liars, they are thieves, they are lazy, they are hangers-on to the skirts of civilization, they can never stand upright, they have got to be carried all their days. And it is this mass of ignorance, and superstition, and vice that you Northerners want to see ruling us white men of the South.