Minneapolis spokesman. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1934-2000, 1960-12-16
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one uStenS ana WATCHES anu
wonders about these women. After,
they leave the schools, do they
stop off for a beer, return home
reluctantly, ignore the sink stacked
with dirty dishes and turn on the
television until it's time to return
to the barricadesP
How Much Can He Tale3
One wonders about the nervous
system of the harassed Rev. Fore
man as he speeds by in a car.
How much pressure Is being put on
him for daring to take his daugh-
ter to an integrated school? How
Is his family faring living in the
home Of friends?
His own home near the William
Frantz School, has been temper
arily Abandoned by everyone ex-
cept the heclIlers on the sidewalk.
Police now guard the Foreman
home. They also stand watch near
the housing project apartment
where James and Daisy Gabrielle
live with their six children. Mrs.
Gabrielle was among the first to
take her daughter to William
Frantz School in defiance Of the
mob.
And in another part Of town, a
young father, a man who once
studied for the priesthood, dis
cusses the shouting mob and the
abuse of the Gabrielles and the
Foremans, and he shakes his head
in bitter sadness.
Suddenly this young man of in
telligence and senstivity says:
II completely despise those
women hecl1lers. They make me
ashamed for my town, for the
South, for my own convictions
about segregation
81 think about 1t and analyze
1t and I can't justify my feelings
on any ground, intellectual, moral
or religious. I have great sym
pathy for the Negro as another
creative product of God. an
religious. I am a Catholic.
A Candid SOul-Searching
But sooner or later I win have
to face the same problems, wher
our parochial schools are integral
ed. I'll hate myself for 1t but III
yank my kids out Of school ever
If it means accommodation
don't say that easily.
II ask myself, just what do
fear in indignation? I'm not afraiC
of what my neighbors or relative.
will say. I don't honestly fear in
termarriage because I'm confident
family guidance win keep my chill
dren from that.
II don't fear the Negro econ
omically. He threatens me in nj
way. Why? Why? Why? I keel
asking myself, do oppose integra
ton. And the emotional answer
come back fast-Negro kids aren'
as clean, as healthy. as intelligent
as my children.
Talk me out of those argu
ments, strip me Of my rationaliza
tons If you like and I'll still b,
against it. Why? Why? Why? Be
cause Because I know Tn
better than they are. I just know
lit!
The Negro was the slave. W.
brought him here in chains. w,
auctioned him off like cattle a
what used to be Congo Square
just a short distance from here
He was an animal. He had no brain
If I liked him, I bought him. H
was born to be a servant I can
defend this, but there 1t ia, deep u
my bloodstream.
Tells OF '1ngraIned' Spirit
Sure, colored ami white children
used to play together in the oil
days. But that was different.
was in the grand manner of tn
Old South. They always played a
the big house on top Of the hill
When the white boy rode the mar
and the colored boy rode benin,
him, the relationship was cleaI
The Negro boy addressed his frien
as 'Massa John" He was Away
the one who helped the other dow
off the horse.
II never lived then but the spiri
of those days was so ingrained Il
me I can't shake it. can't endur