The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1936-05-16

Joe Clark entered the large blue
police car. AS the car swung
around the corner some one cried
Iout.
There he goes. Now Is the
time" and the remaining members
OF the mob started after the car
screaming Lynch him!" as they
went.
Rev. Thomas came down the
aisle Of the church. His step was
slow and his face was pale as he
held out his hand to Jason.
They're telling me about you,
Jason my boy. I'm really proud of
you"
mot me, dad, but our little Nan
cy here" and he placed his arm
around the tiny waist of the min
ister's daughter. "She played the
organ while | stood here and got
on their nerves"
Members of the congregation
crowded around Jason, patting
him on the back. His bold and de-
fiant stand made him the hero of
the hour.
The big question was, why had
Joe Clark killed Jim Streeter.
No one of the group that had
stood with Joe in the pastors
study and heard the wild words of
vengeance or seen the wild light
in his eyes had mentioned the fact.
1t had now became the Mothers
Day Murder"
Witnesses had told and retold of
the dramatic meeting that led up
to the murder.
| Streeter, a southern merchant
on a business trip to the city was
just entering his hotel when he
collided with Joe. The little pink
carnation Joe was wearing in hon
or of his mother had fallen to the
sidewalk. AS Joe had stopped to
pick it up, Streeter's foot crushed
and bruised it into a tiny mass of
rose. AS Joe had stood up, angry
Streeter had laughed and turned
back to enter the hotel.
For an instant, the witnesses de-
] clared, Joe seemed to sway, then
Tightening flashed from his eyes
and quick as flash his fist, like
a giant snake had shot out and
caught Streeter on the side of the
jaw. Streeter reeled and fell heavi-
ly. They shuddered when they
realized how the victims head had
struck the sidewalk with a dull,
heavy thud. Like a maniac Joe had
fell upon his victim, raining blow
after blow. 1t was savage, brutal
murder.
No self defense plea could be Of
fered.
1t was freely predicted that Joe
Clark would die for the murder of
Jim Streeter and the Negroes of
Carselie had banded themselves
together to battle for his life.
Who would act as Joe's attorney
OF course every eye was focused
on Jason Emory. No one else would
do. If anyone could free Joe II
would be Jason. His splendid gift
Of delivery, his keen mind must be
, secured at once, They realized
they could not pay him what it was
worth but they felt that would no
keep him from coming to the res
cue OF fallen member of his race
So the committee for the de-
Tense of Joe Clark met in Jason's
spacious office. AS they sat in his
waiting room they commented on
it's appointment.
Mrs. T. w. Jones nodded ap-
provingly at the deep leather
chairs, the rich gray rug, and the
splendid copy Of Millet's "The
lGleaners" that hung on the wall
across from Jason's diploma from
one of the country's outstanding
universities.
lone thing" declared DR..
Brown "If Jason takes the case it
will be some worry off our minds.
Eyes, Jason is a lighter, and if
there is a ray of hope for Joe,
Jason will find it," replied Rev.
Thomas.
Mother Clark, her wrinkled
hands clasping and unclasping in
her lap, looked up as If for the first
time.
do you think Jason will help
us save Joe?" she asked pitiously.
"Of course he will help u.s." and
they looked at her in shocked sur
prisee.
Mother Clark shook her head.
Jason has changed since he got
that rich appointment. The white
folks think Jason is too good a
lawyer for Negroes to have so they
buy him In" she spoke shortly.
The large frosted glass door
leading into Jason's private office
opened and richly dressed white
man came out. He glanced con-
temptously at the small group Of
Negroes sitting in the waiting
room.
| AS he left the office the rich odor
Of his cigar fingered and seemed
to dampen the spirits of the COM
mittee.
The private office door opened
again and Jason came out. On see
ing them a strange look passed
over his face.
Rev. Thomas stood up.
May we speak to you, JASON"
Certainly" Jason answered
courteously as he opened the door