“To free him from bondage half a million white men fell in battle.”
There are no Dr. Crums in Africa or Liberia. And in San Domingo it is the white man who sits at the receipt of customs—nobody being willing to trust the negro with his own money.
Hath not our Roosevelt declared that when Judson Lyons, Register of the Treasury, goes out, another negro shall take his place? Thus it shall continue to happen that Uncle Sam’s paper money will not be good in law until a negro has set his name to it.
Once upon a time, a white man, in the United States, gave a negro school a million dollars in a lump. Doctor Booker Washington got the money. I wonder how long the learned Doctor would have to live in Africa, Liberia, or San Domingo before he could get a million dollars with which to operate a school.
Really, it sometimes occurs to me that if such negroes as Bishop Turner are honest in their denunciations of the United States, they would pack up their belongings and go right back to dear old Africa, the home of the race. Nothing on earth prevents their doing so.
Rather than go to hell I would go to Africa; and if I believed I was living in a land which was worse than hell, I would even try San Domingo, for a change.
What bosh, nonsense and self-assertive insolence is embodied in Bishop Turner’s denunciation of the Flag and of the Government!
Poor, down-trodden negro!