CHAPTER XIII.

A WHOLE CITY STIRRED.

The editor of one of the leading morning papers of R---- sat at his desk

one afternoon, knitting his brows as he read a document spread out before

him. Having finished reading it once, he began the second reading, wearing

on his face the same intent expression. Having concluded the second

reading, he laid the article down, rested his head on the back of his chair

and closed his eyes as if in deep meditation. After a few moments'

reflection he decided upon the third reading of the document. When he had

finished this last perusal, he went to the telephone and summoned Dorlan

Warthell to an immediate conference with him. Dorlan soon arrived and was

ushered into the editors's private office.

"Be seated," said the editor, in a most cordial manner. "Mr. Warthell,"

said he, "I have read your document the third time and I now desire to ask

you two questions. The character of your answers to them will determine

whether I shall propound to you a third." Looking earnestly into Dorlan's

face, he enquired, "Was it your desire and expectation that this article

should be published?"

"Most assuredly," said Dorlan, manifesting surprise that the editor should

deem it necessary to ask such a question.

"Again," said the editor, "are you well acquainted with the moods of your

people?"

"It is my impression that few men have studied them more earnestly than I

have," said Dorlan.

"I see that I must ask my third question. Thinking that your article would

be published, knowing your people, have you exercised foresight enough to

have your life insured? If you have not, fail not to do so to-night; for a

straw in a whirlwind will account itself blessed in comparison with your

lot after this article appears to-morrow morning," said the editor.

"I am content to abide by the consequences of my act," said Dorlan,

quietly.

"Your blood be upon your own head," said the editor. This brought the

interview to a close and Dorlan took his departure.

The next morning the following seemingly harmless article from the pen of

Dorlan Warthell appeared in the paper whose editor we saw pondering it. It

ran as follows:

"In the great crisis of the sixties, the Republican party appeared before

the sepulchre of the buried manhood of the Negro race, called it forth from

the tomb and divested it of the habiliments of the grave. This portentous

achievement shook the earth. The pillars of the Republic tottered but were

caught within the titantic grasp of the Republican party, which thereupon

made the foundations and superstructure more secure than ever before. As

long as the ocean mirrors in her bosom the face of the king of day, just so

long shall the hearts of the Negroes cherish the memories of the noble army

of men who wrought so nobly for humanity.

"To further the ends so righteously sought a party name was adopted and

party machinery created by them. When their tasks were done and they had,

for the most part, been gathered to their fathers, other leaders arose and

began to operate under this same name and with this same machinery. The

charge has often been made that we bestow upon these instruments of our

salvation the same devotion that we yielded to the creators and original

wielders of the instruments. It is said that we blindly follow the party

name regardless of those wielding it and the use to which it is put. The

charge may be illustrated by the following comparison:

"A noble man does a cripple a kindness. The man dies and a thrifty neighbor

comes into possession of the shoes, clothes and hat that he wore at the

time of helping the cripple. The neighbor puts on the leavings of the dead

man, appears before the cripple and demands his allegiance because of the

clothes worn. The cripple yields the devotion asked for, giving evidence

that he was ready to consider the dead man and the clothes as one and

inseparable. We are charged with acting like unto this cripple, in the

matter of rendering devotion to the party name and machinery, the clothes

left behind by the men who did the actual work of liberating us.

"In the past we have had no suitable opportunity to clear by an overt act

our skirts of the charge which has been exceedingly damaging to our

reputation for intelligence; for the policies of the party have been mainly

good. But unforeseen circumstances have brought us face to face with the

golden opportunity of proving that the picture is overdrawn, that we have

not riveted political chains upon ourselves, to take the place of the

actual chains torn from us at so fearful a cost. While adding to our own

good name we can also do the cause of humanity untold good.

"The Spanish-American war has brought us into contact with many million

Filipinos. We must decide what are to be our relations with them. Shall we

or shall we not deal with them on the principle that they are and shall

ever be regarded as our equals, is the burning question with the American

people. The party with which we have hitherto affiliated, claims to be so

busily engaged with our present duties on the Islands that they must

postpone consideration as to the final status of the people thereof. The

Negroes can favor only one solution of the problem, the recognition of the

fact that all men are created equal. They should favor no postponement of a

decision, having themselves suffered from a postponement that lasted from

midnight of July 4th, 1776, until January 1st, 1863, the time that elapsed

between the promulgation of the declaration that all men are created equal,

and the application of that declaration to the American slave.

"In view of the silence of the Republican party upon the question of the

ultimate status of the Filipinos, it has been decided to organize a party

that will spurn silence, that will insist that 'Old Glory' shall continue

to float over human beings that can look each other in the face and shout

'We are all equals; no man among us is, in any sense, less free than

another.'

"All American citizens willing to consecrate their political efforts to the

attainment of this end are invited to elect delegates to be present at

Sinclair Hall on the fifteenth of the incoming month. The Negroes having

been the chief sufferers from the non-recognition of the principles for

which our new party will stand, are expected to take the lead in the new

organization.

"Yours for humanity,

"DORLAN WARTHELL."

The manifest purpose of Dorlan to withdraw the Negro vote from the

Republicans with the view of forming a new party created a profound

sensation. It was discussed by white and colored people, was the theme of

conversation in the street cars, hotel corridors, stores, barber shops,

saloons, brothels, and on every street corner.

There are in the South, men and women, white and colored, who are

endeavoring to meet every issue that arises upon the highest possible

plane. The sentiments of such people found expression in the following

editorial which accompanied Dorlan's pronunciamento. It ran as follows:

"A Negro has been found to display political independence and moral courage

of a high order. He has placed himself in a position where the unthinking

will liken him unto the serpent that buried its fangs in the bosom that

warmed it. None the less, his act is one of marked heroism. While not

endorsing his third party scheme (our party is good enough) we endorse the

spirit of initiative and independence that prompts it. We would that this

spirit of rebellion against party slavery characterized all the voters of

the Southland.

"It is an open secret that the great body of the people of both races in

the South are prone to regard elections as nothing more nor less than a

perennial struggle for supremacy between the two races. This one issue has

been allowed to dwarf all other considerations. Indeed, the South is deaf

to all appeals, however urgent, to give consideration to the grave

questions arising from time to time affecting the welfare of us all and

determining our destiny. Such a condition of isolation from the centers of

thought activity is deplorable in the extreme.

"Think of it: by birth a man comes into possession of a full set of

political opinions. He is born into a condition of intellectual serfdom;

the mind dares not to wander by a hair's breadth from the narrow estate of

thought on which it is born. He who elects to devote his attention to the

questions of State must reduce his mentality to the level of the parrot and

feel that his life's work will consist in learning to repeat glibly and

without alteration whatever party managers may promulgate. What a crime

against the human mind whose native air is freedom, to secure which

bonfires have been lighted with the thrones of kings!

"What the South needs is a new emancipation. Her giant minds must be

allowed to enter the arena of intellectual conflict unfettered, if they are

to bring back to the South her departed glory. The Negroes can help to

bring about this emancipation. When they cease to vote _en masse_; when

they cease going to the polls as a mark of gratitude to the invaders of the

South who now sleep their last sleep and would discountenance, if they

could, the perpetuation of race hatred over past issues; when the sentiment

within the Negro race is sufficiently liberal to allow each Negro his

manhood right to record with his vote his own best judgment; when, we say,

these desirable conditions obtain among the Negroes, we whites will have an

opportunity to escape the scourge with which the party magnates herd us

together even as gratitude has herded the Negroes.

"With joy we hail the advent of Dorlan Warthell in his new role. May he

succeed in inaugurating an era of independent thought among the Negroes.

Let us all hope that we are now beholding a streak of dawn, instead of the

trail of a falling star, whose soon fading light will leave our skies but

the darker. Let us hope that the hour is upon us when the sober torch of

reason and not the withering flames of passion, may guide all of our

voters, white and colored, to the polls."

There are many people in the South who never read, who never ponder grave

questions, but assume the right to wreak vengeance on the heads of those

who perchance wander from beaten paths in search of truth. In the above

editorial the more enlightened element had spoken; but the unthinking were

also to be heard from.

If Dorlan is depending upon his exalted patriotism, his broad love of

humanity, his eager, unselfish striving after the good of all--if, we say,

he is depending upon these things to shield him from the wrath of those

whom his act affronted, let him remember that virtue was no shield to Him

whose blood, in the days of yore, anointed the spear of a Roman soldier

upon a hillside on the outskirts of Jerusalem.

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