Sworn to before me this 7th day of September, 1900.
GEO. P. HAMMOND, JR., Notary Public (164), N. Y. County.
(This was in the 19th, not the 20th Precinct.)
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_City and County of New York, ss._:
Samuel Isaiah Johnson, being duly sworn, deposes and says:
I reside at No. 125 West 27th Street, in the Borough of Manhattan,
and support myself by cleaning carpet, chimney sweeping, and other
jobs of a like nature. I have been employed by a Mr. Webb, an attorney
with an office near Jefferson Market; a Mr. Davis, proprietor of a
fish market there; Mr. Andrew Phillips, 15th Street and 6th Avenue. On
Wednesday. August 15th, 1900, the first night of the riots, I was on
an 8th Avenue car bound south. I had been up to see my brother-in-law,
Joseph W. Brown, of No. 85 West 104th Street. I had my banjo with me. I
left there shortly after nine. He was out. About ten o'clock, at about
41st Street and 8th Avenue, a crowd jumped on the car, grabbed me,
and tried to pull me out of the car. I was under the seat. They took
my banjo, hat, coat, and belt away, and beat me all over the body and
head, so that I was unable to move. The car was at a standstill while
I was being beaten, which lasted from about fifteen to twenty minutes.
Another colored man was being beaten at the same time. After about
twenty minutes of this a man, probably a detective, jumped on the car,
and the crowd allowed the car to proceed. He took me to the corner of
27th Street and 7th Avenue, and asked me whether I could get home, and
he left me. I proceeded to my house unmolested. The next day I went to
the hospital at 15th Street and 5th Avenue, and obtained some liniment
for my bruises. I am fifty-four years of age, small in stature, and
lame.
SAMUEL x ISAIAH JOHNSON.
his mark
Sworn to before me this 6th day of September, 1900.
SAMUEL MARCUS, Notary Public, N. Y. County.
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_City and County of New York, ss._:
Thomas Hughes (white), of No. 646 East 13th Street, New York City,
being duly sworn, deposes and says:
On August 15th, 1900 (the first day of the outbreak), about 8:45 P.
M., I was in 36th Street between 7th and 8th Avenues. I was on my
way home after having called on Rev. Leighton Williams, at 312 West
54th Street. There were quite a number of persons moving about in the
street, and half a dozen policemen moving about. I noticed a colored
man about five feet seven, smooth-faced, about twenty-eight or thirty
years old, standing in front of a doorway near a grocery store. He
wasn't doing anything, and wasn't talking to anybody. An officer with a
heavy reddish mustache rushed across the street at him and said, "You
black bastard, what are you doing here?" and at the same instant struck
him over the head with his club, felling the Negro to the street. The
Negro bled and lay unconscious. I tried to wipe the blood from him, and
the officer spoke roughly to me and ordered me away. Friends of the
Negro dragged him into the hallway. My journey was down 8th Avenue to
36th Street, and down 7th Avenue to 35th Street, and I saw a number of
police officers strike a number of persons with their clubs. All whom I
saw struck were colored persons, and I noticed that as a peculiar fact.
I was accompanied by William Shea, of 332 East 23rd Street.