DANNY'S OWN STORY BY DON MARQUIS TO MY ... - Pink Monkey
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and cool, and he goes on with his little speech:<br />
"There is to be no lynching here to-night. There<br />
is to be a trial, and, if necessary, an execution."<br />
"Would it be asking too much," says the<br />
doctor very polite, "if I were to inquire who is<br />
to be tried, and before what court, and upon what<br />
charge?"<br />
There was a clearing of throats and a shuffling of<br />
feet fur a minute. One old deaf feller, with a red<br />
nose, who had his hand behind his ear and was<br />
leaning forward so as not to miss a breath of what<br />
any one said, ast his neighbour in a loud whisper,<br />
"How?" Then an undersized little feller, who<br />
wasn't a farmer by his clothes, got up and moved<br />
toward the platform. He had a bulging-out forehead,<br />
and thin lips, and a quick, nervous way<br />
about him:<br />
"You are to be tried," he says to the doctor,<br />
speaking in a kind of shrill sing-song that cut your<br />
nerves in that room full of bottled-up excitement<br />
like a locust on a hot day. "You are to be tried before<br />
this self-constituted court of Caucasian citizens--<br />
Anglo-Saxons, sir, every man of them, whose forbears<br />
were at Runnymede! The charge against<br />
you is stirring up the negroes of this community<br />
to the point of revolt. You are accused, sir, of<br />
representing yourself to them as some kind of a<br />
Moses. You are arraigned here for endangering<br />
the peace of the county and the supremacy of the<br />
Caucasian race by inspiring in the negroes the hope<br />
of equality."<br />
Old Daddy Withers had been setting back by<br />
the door. I seen him get up and slip out. It didn't<br />
look to me to be any place fur a gentle old poet.<br />
While that little feller was making that charge<br />
you could feel the air getting tingly, like it does<br />
before a rain storm.<br />
Some fellers started to clap their hands like at a<br />
political rally and to say, "Go it, Billy!" "That's<br />
right, Harden!" Which I found out later Billy