The Assassin’s Shot

     If there ever was a cowardly attack made it was the attempted assassination of President William McKinley, at the Pan-American Exposition in the Temple of Music, at the Buffalo Exposition, on last Friday week. Little did the American people think for a moment that the life of their beloved and honored President was confronting the bullet of an assassin, who has no regard or respect for our government and its people. President McKinley, who has done everything a human being could for all classes of his fellow citizens, irrespective of politics or religious creed, should be so cowardly attacked by an anarchist whose nationality is foreign to our people and who is permitted without molestation to enjoy the freedom and privileges of our American institutions and government. THE BEE would like to know where the secret service and detective force of New York were to allow their President to be so cowardly attacked in broad day light and who had been sent to the President to prevent just what occured [sic]. Yes, these so called guardians of the people were to blame for their stupidity and inactivity. President McKinley little dreamed that he had an enemy. A man who has been so good, fair and honorable to the people he has endeavored to serve is to day prostrate, while the bleeding tears of a faithful and invalid wife are falling thick and fast over a wounded husband. Must a President now be compelled to remain in recluse from the people who elected him, because a lawless element is permitted to exist among us? If this must be the fate of a good man, what man will be safe who may occupy the Executive Chair? It had been hoped the President would live and this is the wish of many millions of his faithful black allies who are always found true, honest and faithful in the hour of peril. They were found faithful and true at San Juan Hill, when Col. Roosevelt was making his famous charge, and there was one faithful and true in the Temple of Music at Buffalo when an assassin was about to fire a third shot into the body of the President. The third shot might have proved instantly fatal had not Parker, the brave Negro, stayed the assassin’s hand and felled him to the ground. Could President McKinley but live, a glorious and prosperous Country would be saved from a panic. Will the faithful wife soon enjoy the company of a good husband and the Nation continue to prosper? To day [sic] the Nation is unhappy. To day [sic] the Nation’s honor will be weighed in the balances. The American people continue to offer their prayers to God and beg that a protecting arm may be thrown around their President and angels guard his sacred chair. The Bee sympathizes with thefaithful [sic] household of the President. The Bee is too full to express itself. We can only look too [sic] that God who rules the destines [sic] of Nations. Let the anarchists be exported.