The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1936-05-30
Synopsis of Chapter 1 to 4

seated I'm her automobile at the
curb In front of the leading
. hotel, waiting for her husband,
who had gone into the hotel
to purchase q cigar. She OBJ
served tall, brawny cOlOred
man sauntering along the
sidewalk and pausing at times
to admire flowers In the shop
windows. He wore a pink car
nation on his lapel. As he ap.
preached the hotel entrance,
he c0llided violently with q
white man, who was entering
the door. An argument between
the two men followed and
blows passed. The white man
was knocked to the pavement
and fatally injured. A crowd
quickly gathered. The Negro
fled and the mob followed,
shouting "Lynch him."
COlOred people of the city
were attending services at the
leading church. Rev. Thomas,
the pastor, had risen to preach
and stood looking into the
faces Of his congregation. He
saw among them prominent
citizens OF the community, in
GLIDING Mrs. Jones, the society
leader; Attorney Emory, his
daughters financee; and Mo-
Their Clark, who had two
lOyes-her church and her son,
Joe. The minister began to
preach o n the theme "MOther.'
Suddenly a loud shouting was
heard outside. It came nearer;
the church door was flung
open and a man ran I'm and
rushed painting up the aisle.
"Lynch him" the mob yelled.
The man was Joe Clark, the
shell-shOcked son Of Mother
Clark.
Attorney Jason Emory with
with heroic courage temper
arily held the mob mt the
church door while Pastor
Thomas rushed to the tele-
phone in an adjoining room
and urged the Mayor to send
police protection at once. A
squad of armed officers hur-
ried to the church, placed Joe
Clark In a car and whizzed
him to jail, while the mob
yelled in disappointment.
The man whom Clark had
killed was Jim Streetor. He
had caused the tragedy by de-
1iberately placing his foot on
the Mothers Day flower which
had fallen from Clark's lapel,
when the two collided, and
laughing tauntingly, he had
ground IL into the sidewalk.
As the time for the prison.
er's trial approached, a CON-
mittee Of cOlored citizens,
headed by Rev. Thomas,
sought to persuade Attorney
Emory to take the case, but
he declined, much to the dis
appointment Of his people.
CHAPTER 2
The Joe Clark committee met /;
the cosy little brick parsonage {
jacent the Morris Street Christia
Church to study anew the leg;
horizon for an attorney for JIG
Clark. Every one carried a worrie
air. For the trial was two week
away and they were still withol
legal assistance. Rev. Thomas Il
chairman arose and read a comml
nication just received from a viii
attorney, offering his service
Mrs. Jones shook her head, 1T jul
don't seem right to engage a viii
lawyer with good colored attorney
right in town. Besides it injurt
our case" well If those lawyer
don't want the case, what are yo
to do" snapped Mrs. Pea
Pickett, who was keen of eye an
peppery as to temper. She turne
her beady little black eyes over
Nancy's way CONTEMPORARY, as sh
continued, Jason Emory shout
take this case, 1 always felt he wa
too good to be true. White folk
got him body and soul. He doesn
care fig for his own folks. 1t
money he's after" and she leane
back in her chair with an air {
1--WE had my say and I'm satisfied
Nancy felt a warmth Of indiges
ton sweeping over her like a It'd
For weeks she had listened silentl
to the inuendoes cast at the ma
she loved. She had ignored then
she realized what a strain every on
was under, but It was hard to lis
ten to slurs and spiteful remark
about Jason. Like the rest she ha
been woefully hurt over Jason
seemingly Indifferent attitude whe
his people needed him so. Still II
must have a reason. She kne,
about his contract with the larg
exporters had meant a great dea
o him. She listened quietly as the
argued the case back and forth
finally ending with Rev. Thomas
promise to have another talk wit
Jason. AS the committee filed out
Rev. Thomas sighed Nancy,
Wonder if you would call Jason ant
ell him to call early tonight.
wish to talk to him"
Nancy turned to the telephone Il
10 his bidding, as she picked up thu
eceiver a bright thought struch
Ier mavhe aha could heIn Jaaor