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{SPEAKER name="Horace "Spoons" Williams"}
My God, we are down here in a part of your world where all men are supposed to be free.
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But oh Father God, torture is being used by the steel toes on shoes.
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And a noose is a swinging in the tree.
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Downhill, Father, woods is dangerous to walk in daytime or night because the shadows of death is nearby.
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And the ropes in the trees is just wait in the breeze, because a black man must surely soon die.
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Your old father was shot in the night field, man he was afraid [??]].
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And the being of [[hounds?]] is sure death.
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Yes, it's a lynchin' mob to do a job.
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But first, they'll amuse themselves.
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So with the wives and the daughters they'll get their full, while the husbands are tied to their bed, to be found the next day in a very crude way.
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The husbands and their families are dead.
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And oh Father, we are all hungry for just a little knowledge.
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But I ignorously try to prolong, and it just ain't no justice yet for the black men house and can't he help but be wronged!
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You see they closed most of the schools to us down here and we pay taxes, but afraid to vote.
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Now, Father, what is that great constitution, that the so called white men wrote.
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No, they don't want us educated, but they will sell us whiskey, wine, beer and gin.
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And they will try to destroy our character and treat black women just like men.
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But My God, you just let a white women say she's been insulted.
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You know they'll hang the first black man they see.
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They will cut off his fingers for trophies and drag his dead body through the streets.