Turn again our captivity, O Lord!
Behold this maimed and broken thing dear God it was an humble
black man who toiled and sweat to save a bit from the pittance
paid him. They told him: Work and Rise. He worked. Did this man
sin? Nay, but some one told how some one said another didone
whom he had never seen nor known. Yet for that man's crime this
man lieth maimed and murdered/ his wife naked to shame, his
children, to poverty and evil.
Hear us, 0 heavenly Father!
Doth not this justice of hell stink in Thy nostrils, O God How
long shall the mounting flood of innocent blood roar in Thine ears and
pound in our hearts for vengeance? Pile the pale irenzy ot blood-
crazed brutes who do such deeds high on Thine altar, Jehovah Jireh,
and burn it in hell forever and forever!
Forgtbe us, good Lord we know not what we say
jt Bewildered we are, and passion-tost, mad with the madness of
a mobbed and mocked and murdered people straining at the armposts
of Thy Throne, we raise our shackled hands and charge Thee, God,
by the bones of our stolen fathers, by the tears of our dead mothers, by
the very blood of Thy crucified Christ: What meaneth this Tell us
the Plan give us the Sign
DR. W. E. BURGHARDT DU BOIS
Editor The Crisis, the Great Manhood Magazine. Author of "A Litany of
Atlanta," Published Originally in The New York Independent
and Reprinted by Permission in The Appeal
IN CHRISTIAN SOUTH.
Lynching of Afro-American Woman
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