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FREEDOMWAYS THIRD QUARTER 1966 with its pink shade, once more a ticket, once more a title once more a sale. The worth of the lamp rises... each time...each sale... new buyers, the same song... pay, pay, pay. A grudge swells in the black man's heart like a mushroom in a dark cellar- storms ripen in his soul like in the depths of the ocean, untamed, unformed...rising... a raging flood flows, destroys the Innocent Lamp by now a thousand dollars worth. This lamp is destined to become the symbol of shame, the innocently guilty candle-wick dipped into flames of rage and pain. Yes, it happened here Here in Watts, Los Angeles, The Black Ghetto in the sun-drenched State. Gave way. Rage, begot by poverty spilled over. The bell tolled its despair shame and humiliation and fury burned...burned...burned. 264