The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1890-12-25
pEsyEBsIoN AND MISREPRESENTATION.

lie cultOf Vi tic ASilcfltic Siti-
zen ought to know that garbling
language-dctaching a sentence from
the body of an article for the pur-
pose Of pcrverting the meaning OF
writer's disreputable Journalism.
And that is just what the Citizen
has done in its treatment of an edi-
torial in this paper, under the head
of "The Immigration Problem"
appearing one day last week. For
the qualification of disporting him
sell as a critic, and exploiting his
style of advanced journalism, the
editor of the Citizen seized upon a
sentence in our article, and proceed
ed to indulge in the comment and
ordinations of affected ridicule of
a position gratuitously assigned us.
We have not noted an instance of
cooler affrontry or worse manners
in our journalistic experience.
The words extracted by the Citi-
zen were these: owe have no room
for the colonization of foreign ma
tionalities." And this was its smart
comment, which in no sense applies
to anything we said or meant:
No room! Is the land in North
Carolina all occupied and titled by as
large population as it ought to
support? Why, around Asheville
alone 100 of the best class of market
gardeners might make a profitable
living and raise much for consump-
ton here and elsewhere that now
comes in over the railroads.
No room for new communities
Not for a manufacturing community
that should build up a thriving town
around some unused water power
Shall we always send away for the
scores of things that might as well
be made at home?
No room? Is the editor of the Win.
ston paper so crowded? We were
under the impression, as we looked
out over the mountains and valleys
| of North Carolina, that there was q
world of room for the honest and
thrifty and skilled man of whatever
creed or nationality.
We want to see North Carolina de
J veloped. We want to see our rivers
earn their passage. They are roaring
| for work to do. We want our miner
ais dug out to quicken trade, &c
| build up towns with the best o
schools, free libraries. fine public
buildings, and all the improvements
of modern cities. In other words we
want more people.
Here is what we said, and oul
meaning must be plain to the dull
est comprehension:
We do. not conceive the wants O
| an old, settled State like this are
| in the line of labor, pure and simple
We do not need the class of emf
grants that come from the old coun
tries simply seeking work at mere
| wages. Nor do we want among III
! the indscriminate populations that
are fleeing from the oppressiOnss
| m:series and poverties of the Euro
pean States.
Indiscriminate masses of foreign PEG
pie can only find accommodation ir
| the new and uninha bited sections o
| the northwest. The old, settled
| States cannot afford to surrender
| their civilizations, social order anG
| established institutions to the hordes
of men and women daily flockine
from foreign shores.
We already have among us a for
eign element that we can never as
simulate. We have domiciled it fol
| two and a half centuries, and giveI
| it the benefit Of all the centuries O
Anglo-SnXon civilization, and still il
presents to us 4 vexed problem, less
difficult and less dangerous, however
than would be the result of dumping
| upon us the refuse populations of the
| over-crowded old world.
North Carolina, like the other
Southern States, is an old and estab
lished community Her lands are
all taken up and fixed in private
ownership. Every square mile of ter.
ritory is virtually inhabited, and the
homes ola free and intelligent peo-
| pie are within call of each other
from sca-fringe to mountain border
We have no room for the colonial.
ton of foreign nationalities, and the
establishment of new communities.
We have abundance of land for sale
| and exhaustless resources for devel.
opment, all awaiting capital, skill
energy and intelligence: but we do
| not need any more mere hired un-
skilled labor than we have. We are
deporting much of that sort of pop
ulation to the cotton States of the
South, because there is a surplus
oft.
The editor of the Durham Globe
echoing the words OF his mountain
brother has the above for our Peply