Colored Men in Raptures Over Parker
IF HE SHOULD MEANDER DOWN MICHIGAN STREET HE IS
CERTAIN OF ROYAL WELCOME.
NEGROES GREATLY WORKED UP.
The colored population of Buffalo
is proud of big Jim Parker, the negro who, if the published accounts
are to be believed, was instrumental, in part at least, in preventing
Czolgosz, the assassin, from firing a third bullet into the body
of President McKinley.
Although Parker is comparatively a
new arrival there isn’t anything within reason that he can’t have
at the hands of the colored people of Buffalo, not to mention the
white people of the nation. Already there is talk of a monster cake
walk in his honor.
Yesterday afternoon four colored men
boarded a William Street car. Gradually the conversation turned
to the attempt on the President’s life. When Parker’s name was mentioned
a big fat negro with skin as dark as the raven’s wing, said loud
enough for everybody in the car to hear:
“Parker is a credit to our race. We
colored folks should be thankful that it was a colored man who opportunely
prevented the assassin from killing the President. He is a greater
man than Fred Douglass, and he is as black as a crow. The brave
act of Parker’s will do much to lessen the hostility lately growing
against the colored race.”
Just then the party was joined by
four dusky maidens who had boarded the car. One of the chocolate-colored
women broke in rapturously as follows:
“That man Parker is a black angel.
I could hug him to death. I think he is a relative of mine. My grandfather’s
name was Parker. I’m sure that he is related to me in some way.”
Another negro then discovered that
he had a granduncle by the name of Parker. It was nothing but Parker,
Parker, and the conversation was greatly enjoyed by the white people
in the car.
If big Jim Parker should meander down
Michigan Street in the vicinity of William Street and should be
recognized, Admiral Dewey’s home-coming would be made to look cheap.
The colored people are worked up as they never were before over
Parker’s heroic act.
Parker states that he is a negro,
pure and simple, and that whatever of glory there is due for his
part in Friday’s affair belongs to the negro race. An incident in
the man’s life, as related by his friend, Attorney J. A. Ross of
this city, is worth repeating. Parker’s mother, when she writes
to him, always adds the postscript: “I am praying for you, Jim.”
When Parker answered the letter he received [after] the shooting,
he put this postscript on: “Keep on praying, mother.”