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He was bounced back, staggering. Regaining his balance, he turned
to address his parishioners:
"My friends, I have done all I can. I shall go now to my study and in
solitude pray for guidance. These—creatures—I cannot call them
men—have said you may worship as you choose. I invite those of
you who wish to do so to enter this house of God and pray...."
The Monolithian at the door stood aside but fewer than a dozen of
the congregation went in.
I considered talking to the Monolithians, but decided I'd better file a
story first on what I had. I figured there'd be time to talk to them later.
It looked like a long and memorable Sunday for Middle Valley.
I drove off to look for a telephone, hoping the village used the dial
system and didn't depend on an illegal paid operator.
I'd got home pretty late, but the alarm clock went off at six, as usual,
on Monday morning. It's at this time of day that I envy my city-
dwelling brothers who can get up an hour later and reach their
offices at the same time I do. Mae and I had bought a house in High
Tor in preparation for the baby, who was scheduled to be born in late
November. ("Beautiful timing," our tax accountant once said, thinking
of the exemption which would be good for the entire year.)
I rescued the dew-soaked New York Times from the lawn. Its main
headline, across four columns, said:
ALIENS KEEP PREACHER FROM PULPIT,
CITING VILLAGE'S SUNDAY WORK BAN
I'd dictated my story and turned the phone over to Stew to elaborate
on it. Riddie came over carrying two drinks. She handed one to me.
"It's not weak this time," she said. "I figured you could use it."
"Thanks," I said, taking a good swallow.
"Well, Sam," she said. "Is this a story or isn't it? Do you think it'll
fracture them in France?"
"Baby," I told her, "you're too far out. This will lay them low in Little
Rock!"
8 (JULY 29, TUES.)
Scientists have reached general agreement in recognizing that
mankind is one: that all men belong to the same species, Homo
sapiens.
—UNESCO Statement on Race, 1950
We'd already had the highlights of the Mount Pelley story from the
local wire service but it had left a number of questions unanswered. I
looked in the stringer book to see who we had in Mississippi. To my
surprise I found that we had a Mr. Elbert Patterson right in Mount
Pelley. I sent him a wire asking for at least a thousand words, with
good color and quotes. His story was on my desk in less than two
hours. Here it is:
Mount Pelley, Miss., July 29.—The bus driver said,
"Move to the back of the bus." When the Negro
passenger failed to obey, the driver shouted at him:
"That's a white man's seat you're in, nigger. Get back
where you belong or I'll throw you off."
The Negro, a neatly dressed man of about thirty,
carrying a briefcase, replied quietly, "This is an
interstate bus. Under Federal law I have a right to sit
where I please."
Eleven other passengers were on the bus, which was
due to pass through this town on its way to Biloxi. Six
were whites. The other five Negroes sat without
objection in the rear section, traditionally reserved in
this state for "colored."
The Negro man who refused to move was sitting alone
in a double seat three rows back from the door. He
turned and looked out the window.
His attitude infuriated the driver, Merle Cagle, who
pulled the bus to the side of the road, slammed on the
brakes and strode down the aisle.
"I'll give you one last chance, black boy," Cagle said.
"Move back or get off."
There is confusion among the other passengers who
reported this conversation today as to whether the
Negro replied, "Don't touch me" or "You'll be sorry."
A great deal of confusion surrounds the ensuing
incidents. The bus driver claimed the Negro passenger
hit him with both fists and kicked him. The white
passengers said the Negro man hit the bus driver with
his briefcase, which they presumed contained
something heavy, using it like a club. The Negro
passengers said the lone Negro man sat still, making
no effort to defend himself.
Whatever happened, Cagle was severely cut and
bruised on his hands. In addition, the big toe of his
right foot was broken, a hospital report said late today.
Cagle went back to the driver's seat and brought the
bus here. He parked it in front of the office of Sheriff
Ellis Grout, whose name became nationally known
several years ago in connection with the fatal beating
of a 13-year-old Negro boy who was said to have
"sassed" a white woman. Grout had refused to arrest
or question the two white men who boasted that they
had administered the fatal beating, saying they were
just big-mouths "trying to take credit" for the crime.
Grout, an admitted Kleagle in the Ku Klux Klan and a
leader in the local White Citizens movement, was
sitting in front of his office in a chair tipped back
against the wall when the bus stopped.
Cagle jumped out and pointed to the Negro man sitting
at the front of the bus. "I got somebody for your jail,
Sheriff," Cagle said.
Grout asked a few questions, then said through the
bus window: "You must be one of them northern
niggers. Well, this ain't the north, so suppose you just
come out of that bus."
When the Negro passenger gave no sign that he had
heard, Grout went into the bus, drawing his pistol.
"I gave you an order, nigger," he said. "Get your black
ass up off that seat."
When again there was no reply, Grout, using his pistol
as a club, brought it down toward the man's head.
Here again eyewitness accounts differ. Some say the
Negro raised his briefcase and the gun hit it, going off.
Others say the Negro did not move at all and that the
gun went off as the Sheriff was bringing it down to club
him.
What is known is that the bullet ricocheted off
something and struck Grout in the left shoulder.
Grout staggered out of the bus, bleeding profusely and
shouting that he'd been shot. A crowd gathered
quickly.
It became a mob. Somebody shouted, "That nigger
shot the Sheriff!"
The mob of whites surrounded the bus. The white
passengers got off. The Negro passengers, frightened,
huddled in the rear, with the exception of the one
Negro man who remained in his seat. He seemed
utterly calm and some said he smiled slightly.
The mob started to throw rocks at the bus. Soon all the
safety plate windows were spiderwebbed and it
became difficult to see inside.
Then someone shouted, "Let's get him!" And there was
a surge toward the door of the bus.
But no one went in. Some said no one was able to get
in—that some sort of invisible shield hurled back
anyone who mounted past the first step.
The frustrated, howling mob, seemingly in a lynching
mood, raged around the bus for half an hour until they
were dispersed by the arrival of the state police.
Cagle, the driver, was located and, with the state police
escorting him, he drove the bus to Biloxi.
There the Negro man was questioned and finally
released. He gave his name as Brown. He went to the
home of the Rev. James Evander, a prominent Negro
clergyman, to spend the night.
Cagle was reprimanded by the bus company, which
said the Negro man had been entirely within his rights.
A company spokesman said he did not know at the
moment what it planned to do about the damage to its
bus.
Sheriff Grout was reported to be in fair condition in the
hospital.
I made only minor changes in the story before I sent it on to London,
under a byline. I don't know what color Mr. Patterson, our Mount
Pelley stringer, is. It isn't one of the questions we ask at World Wide.
I suppose he'd have to be white in a place like that. But I'm sure Mr.
Brown would have been glad to know he existed, to help balance
Sheriff Grout.