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Dept, Archives Sc History THURSDAY, MARCH 20, 1958 _SINGLE COPY TEN CENTS__VCL. 5, NUMBER 19 East Side -By P. D. I think it was in 1947 that I was in Tuscaloosa, Ala bama. (That was in the pre-Lucy days.) While there I became friends with Doc and Pete and Ann Husley; the friendship has lasted, and I count them among my dearest friends. Anyway, Doc and Pete had a little daughter, Ann, who was about six or seven years old. Ann had long, blond pig tails, sky blue eyes, and was, for her age, quite innocent. Heaven help us! Times have changed! And I know Doc and Pete will agree. I was at their home on a re cent week-end and Ann, now a high school senior, passed along to me the following. This, I’m told, is from letters to the Welfare Department: I 1. I am forwarding my marriage certificate and six children, I have seven, but one died which was baptized on a half sheet of paper. 2.1 am writing to the welfare department to say that my baby was born two years old. When do I get my money? 3. Mrs. Jones has not had any clothes for a year and has been visited regularly by the clergy. 4. I cannot get sick pay. I have six children, can you tell me why? 5. I am glad to report that my husband who was re ported missing is dead. 6. This is my eighth child, what are you going to do about it? 7. Please find for certain if my husband is dead, as the man I am now living with can’t eat or do anything until he finds out. 8. I am very much annoyed to find that you have branded my boy as illiterate, as this is a dirty lie. I was married to his father a week before he was born. 9. In answer to your letter I have given birth to a boy weighing ten pounds. I hope this is satisfactory. 10. I am forwarding my marriage certificate and my three children, one of which is a mistake as you can see. 11. Unless I get my husband’s money pretty soon, I will be forced to lead an immortal life. 12. My husband got laid off from his job two weeks ago, and I haven’t had any relief since. 13. In accordance with your instructions, I have given birth to twins, in the enclosed envelope. 14. You have changed my little boy to a girl. Will this make a difference? 15.1 want money as quick as I can get it. I have been in bed with a doctor for two weeks, and he hasn’t done me any good, if things don’t improve, I will have to send for another doctor. About all that remains of that sweet, innocent, little girl are her blue eyes. Anyway, Ann passed along the fol lowing, which is from The Florida Engineer: IT IS IN THE PROCESS: So wrapped in red tape that the situation is almost hopeless. WE WILL LOOK INTO IT: By the time a full turn, we assume you will have forgotten about it. A PROGRAM: Any assignment that can’t be com pleted by one telephone call. (Continued On Page 2) FATHER ALBERT FOLEY, S. J. A Book Review BISHOP HEALY: Beloved Out caste. By Albert S. Foley, S. J. Farrar, Straus, and Young. New York 248pp. $4.00. The dullest part of this absorb ing story is the color of Bishop Healy’s skin, which was a little off-white. (If you try to read the book just for-the race-trace, you’ll be asleep before you know it.) James Augustine Healy, who became a Catholic bishop of Maine, was born deep in the new country of Georgia in 1830—after 1he Indians had moved out, and when people were getting used to calling the trading post down the river Macon, instead of Fort Haw kins. Whether his mother was mu latto or mestizo is hard to estab lish now. She was considered Mike Healy’s wife. The Jones county neighbors re membered the Irish emigrant very well. When they saw the size of his family, they were moved to rustic humor. They told Mike he could make a fortune selling his ten ginger-colored yard-children in the Macon slave market. Mike was not amused. He called to Mary Eliza to turn loose the dogs, which she did. And the economic experts thought of pressing busi ness elsewhere. So should wre. A symbol commands our atten lion, a mignty svmDoi. nawinorne wrote a story (1836) of a minister who lived behind a veil of black crepe until death took him. This Bishop stands in contrast to that minister. As sometimes taught in Ameri can literature, that imaginary clergyman was illustrating the problem of being a good Ameri can and a good Christian at the same time (not alternately). It is a fine trick if you can do it. That minister had gone to the altar of God and presented all of himself except one element which he re served. The thing he held back was the element of judgment, in cluding self-judgment. Like some Americans today, that part o1 himself—behind the dark veil. By the gesture he said, “I know whal is right for me.” And the congre gation wondered, because the preacher was a sorry sight. Bishop Ilealy was not a sorry sight at all.- He was happy in his usefulness. What, precisely, makes the difference? Dr. Foley, who teaches sociol (Continued on Page 3) Solution With A Profit? — ] Montgomery C Of C Shows How ] Montgomery, Alabama. the Cradle of the Confederacy, has a chamber of commerce which, to say the least, is alive and alert to the situation here in the South. They have their ears to the ground, both of 'em at the same time, and not too many people can do that. Perhaps it is best to present a letter we recieved from a citi zen of the city of Montgomery. The situation is explained quite clearly: “One of the worst aspects of Jim Crow in my mind is the fact that they sent all of these Negro officers and soldiers South involuntarily, they have to come and although the mil itary bases may be integrated, they are not protected from Jim Crow as soon as they get off the base, nor are their fam ilies. In fact several white and Negro air force personnel got arrested here in the last year for riding together in a taxi from Maxwell Field to the bus station. “But the most ridiculous thing is that when these for eign officers come here to school, and if they are dark and likely to be taken for Ne groes, they are given some sort of passport by the Chamber of Commerce that will get them into white movies and restau rants; In other words, they are given a passport by the Cham ber of Commerce to be “White” even though they are “Black,” but only if they are foreign, not domestic. Now isn’t that about the craziest thing you ever heard? “Another thing is, I do be lieve that our fellow southern ers will only listen to money talking. Reason: Religion and politics they can swallow and it never makes a dent in them, but just let the threat of some of these military bases that bring in millions, just let them threaten to take them away if they don’t abandon Jim Crow and I will bet they will change their ways very quickly. Not their minds nor hearts, but their ways. “As Southerners we know how loud money talks, or rat her how the lack of it howls and screams. A neccesitous man is not a free man is some thing I am learning all the time.” This business of carrying a card io identify oneself as not being a domestic black is a thought worth consideration. An enter prising printer could run oft sixteen million such cards and sell them for a dime each and then second-class citizens could be first class citizens in Mont gomery ... provided they had money to spend. Should that come io pass, wo could stop calling the Supremo Court "Commie," etc. and just concentrate our wrath on the poor folks, of which there aro more than sixteen million. Yes, the Cradle of the Confed eracy has indeed presented lho southland with a possible solu tion. and to them go our hearty congralulaions. You may order your cards from us, of course. Politely, We Ask — Has Education Failed So Badly? While a student at a state i supported college here in Mis sissippi a few years ago we were taught the history of the state by the author of the text book. We learned, but well. We were fortunate; therefore, we’re grate ful. Our instructor, for example, in relating the circumstances of the writing of the constitution of 1890, told us the reason for the two dollar poll tax, which was included in the document. Said he, and we are quoting: “They put the poll tax in the constitution to keep niggers from voting.” Now, this is the proper kind of teaching we need in the South. Anyone should agree to that. But we’ve noticed the failure of such inspired teaching in a few instances of late. One such case, obviously, has been in Memphis, Tennessee. On Wednesday night, February 26th, a house in which two aged Ne groes lived caught fire. They were man and wife and were 83 and 78 years of age respec tively. The man, James Polk, is a cripple and can’t walk. Now, here’s the situation: The house is burning, the couple just stood there yelling for help! The wife made no attempt to leave her husband, aged and crippled though he was. Well, a white boy, 17, named Charles is.ent Bridges ,heard the screams and rushed into the flaming house and took them by the hand and lead them out safely. In so doing he skinned his knees and tore his jeans. Now, that is the story, and it’s true. Here was a white boy who had not had the opportunity to be taught as we had; too, ob viously, he’d not had a chance to read history as recorded by the citizens councils. There was no excuse for his act of foolishness! Said Charles Kent Bridges: ‘‘I just ran in after them before I had time to think it over.” That’s not much of an excuse, but boys will be boys, or something like that. The act of Bridges leads us to believe, at least to suspect, that education has failed in certain areas of the South. The whole set-up should be investigated by, the citizens councils, our erst while professor, perhaps even Senator eastland, too. ‘Tis a terrible thing to think that a white boy was so ignorant as to risk his white life to save two useless, aged Negroes... and to touch them by the hand cn top of that! ‘Tis ignorance, that’s what! And, by golly, we’re hoping to see much more of that kind of ignorance ... and soon ... we’re for it!