Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-11
JUS T|(1E IS
HUSTLED IN
TUMULT I,
SHESAYS
a Could Kill, Could Die for
Him." Says Mrs. Frank, Ad-
hitting She Is "Tigress."

NEW YORK, March IL My
son is being sacrificed on an altar
Of infamy above which the seal
Of the sovereign State of Geor-
gia reposes. In the tumult the
voice of justice is hushed. Loud
| ly boast the Atlanta police that
they have brought to justice the
slayer of little Mary Phagan.
Proudly they tap their shields calling
! attention to their omnipotence, their
championship of the fair name Of
Justice. Someone must die that the
law might be satisfied. My son, a
jew, was seized upon, trussed like a
sheep and cast upon the mercy Of
court that sneered at his every at
tempt to declare his innocence. But
that court gave ear and credence to
/ the loose mouthed, parrotlike story OF
a negro-that court Of Justice
! This is the story Of Mrs Rudolph
Frank the mother who sat by Leo NJ.
Frank in the 3O-day trial in Atlanta
and heard the jury return the ve--
diet that condemned him to die
In her home in Brooklyn she told
her story
With Rudolph, her husband, she
lives in Brooklyn in retirement Ru-
dolph Frank, 20 years old. is a Ger
man-ever ready to search through
the dark for the one ray of sunshine
that he knows is somewhere near by.
The mother is a tigress.
She said:
Could Kill or Die for Him.
They called me that in Atlanta
tigress. Why should | not be?
love my son. my boy sat at his
side and heard a prosecuting attorney
degrade him by horrible insinuation,
by terrible innuendo. They called me
a tigress because | sprang from my
chair and cried forth my reproach-
the denial that they would not listen
to from my boy. Yes, | am a tigress.
could Kill for him; l could die for
him.
In my heart, as sat beside him
and heard them rend him as hungry
wolves would a tired deer, there
arose higher than pity. higher than
sorrow, higher than love. rage that
made me a tieress. | watched them
push him further and further toward
the scaffold. | heard that prosecut-
ing attorney declare that he would
never indict the negro. Jim Conley,
for this crime. ! heard him sheer, II
that be treason. make the most of it,
heard testimony so false. so per-
jured that my nature changed.
You come to me for my story. You
ask me how feel about It, am his
mother That is my story"
Mrs. Frank views the plight Of her
son with fierce resentment, in which
there is nothing maudlin, nothing
cloyingly sentimental She Is Spar
tanlike in her courage, almost ele-
mental in her fierce defense. She
said:
Atonement Prayer Daily.
"On our Day OF Atonement we have
beautiful prayer:
God keep us and protect US
against false accusation and liar
Nightly | have so prayed They
will never hang my son. God will not
permit It. God has told me so. am
strong God has given me the strength
Of His strongest soldier to never give
up, l shall hope and fight until the
end
These tears are not OF weak sor-
row. They are born Of fierce resent
ment; Of a terrible passion that surges
through me when l recall that horrid
mockery that the STATE OF Georgia
called trial Oh, God, to see ones
own flesh and blood painted in shame
IA sely to see him denied the very
principles OF Justice to see him torn
away from you and to know that he
is innocent-innocent --understand?
Leo was born so years ago come
April, in Texas. In that year-1ss4--