The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1932-11-11

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the small window panes at the
stars low in the sky, sighed and
turned restlessly.
Cain you sleep, Deep" Louise
asked.
He put his hand out to pat her
head as he had done when their
mule died and the lord had not
heard their prayers. Her cheeks
were wet to his touch.
Ain no sense tub dat" he said
kindly.
de lawd's done fogot us, Dee"
she wept. 81 feel hit in my bones.
He's done. fo'got us er he neber
would a-let dis happen"
Hush" he chided. de lawd
neber fo'gits none of his chillun.
He's jes' busy, woman. He's got
other things tub study widout allus
studyin' about de Jacksor1s. He
aim fo'got. No, sub. Doan you
neber say dat"
GGF dis was Jan'ry de deputies
lwould a-slapped him an SEN
him on home. Now, he'll have tub
stay in Jail TO months fo' cot sets
an den be carried tub de chain
gang"
"You cain pick cotton in Jail
cell I reckn Mist Deerinu be at
de cot house tuhmorrer tub git
'em tub sign tub Wuk TO him."
He sighed and turned again.
"Bes' go tub sleep now. We got
tub wuk in de mo'nin'."
SLAVES WANTED
Ochlockonee's acres were heavy
with the seasons yield. Negroes
walked the burrows with bent backs
or crawled on knee-pads to pick
the cotton before the skies clouded
and epuinoctial rains swept the
land. But more Negroes were
needed, strong Negroes who could
pick two hundred, two hundred
and fifty pounds and more a day.
The court of general jurisdiction
meets twice year, but white jus
tice sheds its lethargy when Ne
groes are needed in the cotton
fields.
IN Monday morning, after the
" five prisoners were fed honiny,
molasses and black coffee, two dep
uties escorted them to the sheriff.
He sat in large swivel chair be-
fore roll-top desk.
"What the hell was the matter
with you boys Sat'dee ev'nin'?" he
asked genially. CANT you bucks
behave yo'se'ves?"
"Cap'n, I didn't" a Negro be
gan eagerly.
Yeah, I've heard that befo'
You didn't do nothin' an nobody
else did. There was no fight ar,
no cuttin' an no gamblin' an no
trouble. Fact is, you boys wasn't
even in the county, was your"
FOUR MONTHS TO WAIT
The prisoners grinned. The dep
uties grinned.
Nichols spat into spittoon at
his feet, sucked at his teeth
thoughtfully, and shook his head.
Boys, y'all got some serious
charges against you an as the law
CANT do nothin' 'cept hoP you fo'
trial Cot'll set in about fo' months
an the jedges'll let you know if you
go free or get fined or go to the
chain gang"
ssE1p, he -, Ia;
yeah" He shrugged his Shout
ders regretfully. Shouldn't a-cut
up so frisky Sat'dee an y'all a-bin
out in the fields this mawnin'."
Il wasn't near the place." the
Clayton Negro said sullenly.
THE sheriff ignored him and con-
Il tinued:
IL don't figger you bucks are
bad lot. I reck'n y'all's jes' a
bunch O. fool niggers a iii giddy in .
the haid from too much life in 4
you. 1 don't like to hol' you all |
this time co'se it'll be months fo'
cot sets. An then maybe you'll '
go free anyway or maybe git thuty
nays ~ SdiAbllll oil olAby udy6 ~
fightin' an maybe six months TO-
resistin' the law / reck'n it means
bout year fo' y'all git washed
up"
Jim Deering opened the
screen door to the sheriffs Of
flee. His puttees were highly
polished and his coat seemed
nodded to his shoulders.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow
WITH THE WHITE PLANTER
COME TO CLAIM HIS PREY,
WHICH WILL DAVID AND HIS
COMRADES CHOOSES: SLAVERY
ON THE CHAIN GANG OR ON
DEERING'S PLANTATION, CON-
CERNING WHICH SUCH OMIN.
GUS TALES ARE TOLD? DON'T
MISS TOMORROW'S INSTALL
MENT EXPOSING THIS SYSTEM
OF KIDNAPPING AND ENSLA-
WING NEGROES! n
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