The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1907-02-21
MAKING or AN ANARCHIST.
Stirring Comment on the Cochran
Incident.

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Cochran Jenkins incident in Meridian
is from the Reporter Index of Hickory
under the heading of HHow Anarchists
Are Made:''
A poor man has no money nor in.
fuential friends and no social stand.
ing, commits a crime, probably the
first one in his life He has had q
hard road to travel. and has lived in
poverty, and his poor wife and ragged
children have never known single
luxury in all their lives. The man
has worked hard, with some hope, but
faint one, of having some day in
the dim and distant future, happy
home of his own. He has sat in his
rented cabin home, soantily furnished,
at night after his days work was done
and dreamed, as he trotted his darling
ragged baby boy on his knee, of that
distant day when he and his good and
honest, but poor wife, might in their
declining years, have. comfortable
make a man of business and social
Standing of that ragged, but sweet
faced baby boy, the pride of their
hearts. The man is just like other
men except he is very poor, and bet
ter to.do people say he is no account
But he is honorable. He has never
committed any crime. He is merely
poor and humble laboring man with
no social standing and only a few
friends, who are also poor.
Some villain has done him great
wrong. The sooundrel who has wrong
ed him is a "dirty dog' and he knows
it. He knows he should go and have
him arrested and allow the law to take
it's course; but he is mad; the evil
one gets into him and gets In his work
He goes, in the heat of passion, and
deliberately hunts up the scoundrel
with svowed intention of beating ''the
stufing out of him. He carries out
his purpose, and more. He is arrested
and lodged in Jail Nobody will go on
his bond. He is, without much cere-
mony, tried and convicted of assault
and battery with intent to kill No
body knows much about him, and they
seem to care less. The judge calls
him up with dozen others, and heaps
abuse upon him which makes his blood
boil. He must take 1t, along with a
sentence to the pen.
The man bids his poor friendiess
wife and ragged baby boy painful
good bye, and with chains on his
ankles and steel cuffs on his wrists, he
goes to the pen. His poor wife,
heart-broken and sick, tugs and works
against poverty and sickness to save
her children from starvation. Her
strength is not equal to the emergency,
and her feeble spirit goes to the great
beyond.
The man with stripes on his back.
sits in bis lonely cell in the pen, tired
from his day of ''hard labor" and
gazes out through the small steel lat
ticed window at the rising moon, and
dreams of liberty and his wife and
children. Some one hands him news
paper. He reads that the judge who
sentenced him, had in the heat of pas
sion, and under great provocation, took
a horsewhip and deliberately hunted
up man and gave him thrashing,
assisted by friend who used pistol
to keep his victim quiet. The man
the judge whipped was questionable
character, SO the judge said, and
needed thrashing. so did the man
whipped, thought the convict.
ssOur cases are strikingly similar, -
said he to himself. Except that ]
used gun instead of horsewhip,
and did my work by myself like a
man
The convict wondered il the judge
would be thrown into Jail with the
other criminals. But 10, and behold
he reads that the judge goes on hold
ing court, and continues to abuse the
people by telling them there is more
hell to the square inch" among them
. than at any other place outside of
hell where it is all hell !" 'sThat may
be true," thought the convict, s'but
it is only your presence, judge. that
makes it true -
The convict worked on and won
dered how the judge would look in a
brand new striped snit on the state
farm. He wondered if the Judge would
be his cell mate. He read in the paper
that it was felony to horsewhip a
man and at the same time intimidate
him with a pistol. The Judge would
certainly be convicted. The proof was
positive and could not be denied.
A week later the convict sits in his
cold and barren cell, tired and lonely,
and looks toward the rising moon over
the land of this hell roaring, Bible