The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1912-10-24


BLACK AND WHITE CAN
NEVER BE ECU AIS
(Continued from page IL
den Of sorrow would be easier to bear,
and would feel that her death had
not been In vain.
Mrs. David Terry, widowed mother
of Eta Duryea-J ohnson, the white
wife OF Jack johnson. who shot her
self In Chicago September IL, made
this statement today, believing It to
be her christian duty, she said, to help
Mrs. Cameron drive the black pugilist
from the city and country. Mrs. Ter
~ was seen in her home In Brooklyn
where she lives, broken in health,
anu under the constant care of ply
stefan.
The reporter had carried to Mrs,
Terry the story of the Chicago grand
lury's investigation into Johnson's al
legged kidnapping of Lucille Cameron,
Of the girls mothers fight for her
daughter. and had finished by asking
Mrs, Terry, what, in your opinion,
should be done with the husband OF
your dead daughter?"
1t would be wrong for me to tell
you what ought to be done, she re-
Piled, her voice hardening. 1T is not
for me to Judge. God will do that,
but every night a prayer goes up from
my pillow asking God to send upon
this man the punishment be deserves.
Two weeks ago had 3 vision of jack
Johnson's end. l believe that vision
was Gods promise of its fulillment.
The Mothers Vision.
in a vision as plain as day. saw
a boat on a beautiful stream In thai
boat was my daughter glorifed in
white. talking to my dead husband.
Suddenly out OF the water rose Z
giant glistening BLACK man. 1t was
Jac,r Johnson With both hands h
grabbed for the boat as If he would
crush it, but he missed. my daughter
rowed away and disappeared with a
ripple of happy laughter on her lips.
Then the water turned as black as ink
and swallowed the black man up.
1T was all so real that it fFighten
| ed me. though am a practical WON
AN, and not given TO visions
/ rs Ii true that yonr daughters
married life with johnson was un.
happy?n the reporter asked.
There can be but one reply to
that" the mother answered. She
killed herself Why she married him
has always been mystery to me
though Eta was never right in hel
mind and have attributed many
things to that fact And / believe hel
suicide came at a period, not OF TEN
lporary madness, but of extreme
5lucidness. .
i Was Johnson cruel to herr
No one viii ever know how cruel,
1 Mrs. Terry replied in the same low
tired voice. She was MORALLY afraif
of him, She ran away not long be
fore she killed herself, hiding in {
hotel near Chicago Johnson set de
tectives after her, found her and hat
her brought back have seen he
with her eyes black and bruises OF
her face. Before she left for Pari
she told me she would rather di,
than so.
i when Eta shot herself. / wal
Frustrated, but went to Chicago will
my daughter Airline. We stayed at ;
hotel and not at Johnson,s house, al
the papers stated. When we went tt
Etta's home to see her begged tn,
negro to grant me one request:
wanted the body of my dead girl. HI
i refused. He said he was the HUSBAND
!, |of the girl and would stick to hi
rights. / told him he would forget
but that mother never could. H
| said he was going to give Eta
/ funeral which could not afford
}, He wanted me to ride about CHI
{ cago in his automobile. ! refused O
. the front porch of his house, in from
! of which battery of newspaper pht
/ tographers had lined up, when I pas,
. ed out with a Red Cross nurse on on
: side and my daughter on the othel
he pushed my daughter aside, SO h
, could have his picture taken at m
:. side, making it appear that | wa
:. leaning on his arm.
He forced his company upon L
like that until we left Chicago toll
him could not and would not go wit
him or his crowd to the church {
cemetery. After Airline and got in a
9 automobile which we were told wa
for US, Johnson climbed in. Shamet
I humbled, pulled down the curtains
I Johnson let them up. Airline pulle
). them down again and again Johnso
e lifted them so the crowd could sc
g US together and photographers coul
e take our pictures.
t On the way to the cemetery, by til
side Of the grave on the way back, {
our hotel, at the railway station,
the train itself. he pursued us relen
4 lessly. He sat on the arm Of Airline
chair in the car and said so ever
a body could hear him: I'll forgiv