Sport Time [excerpt]
The shooting of President McKinley
will, in all likelihood, occasion a postponement of the international
yacht races between the Columbia and the Shamrock II. If the president
continues to improve the big races may be pulled off shortly, if
otherwise the races may be put off for a month or more. But, if
my memory serves me well, men of high rank in our government seldom,
if ever, survive a bullet wound, for an assassin’s aim is usually
true. As far as the races are concerned I don’t care if they never
take place. Let’s turn our attention to home and law first of all,
then pastimes. It is evident that the United States is the cesspool
for the dumping of the scum of the earth, and with these low people
comes that anarchistic spirit—a total disregard for law and order—exactly
the same spirit that precipitates mob violence, “bungaloo” raids
and misdemeanors in our country; the Negro being the victim nearly
every time. If we would drive out of this country this treacherous
element and keep them out we would have little, if any, need to
weep as the country is doing at this writing. If a foreigner comes
to this country let him come clean, if otherwise, reject him; but
to McKinley’s assassin and accomplices give them the law’s extent.
Mr. McKinley has proved himself a wonderful statesman with a matchless
mind; the right man elected at the right time to save the country.
Now let the colored people see that his bleeding and gapping [sic]
wounds are fully avenged, and hope that in the course pursued the
Negro will get protection in future as well as the noble white ruler.
Breakaway is a strong McKinley admirer, and will take up arms in
his defense any day, at the same time I am aware of the fact that
I have no protection, myself.
Whatever the results, if the president’s
life is saved, it is due to a Negro’s alertness, for when the foul
assassin had fired the second shot it was a colored man who knocked
the anarchist dog down and wrenched the smoking revolver from him.
A second longer the assassin would have emptied his revolver into
the president. Can truer patriotism exist?
Down with anarchy, up with the Negro.