Victor Rubin, Tar and feathers (1923)
“ Clerks who sat in the “L’s” turned their nostrils away from the Negroes beside them. Men of a hundred occupations, creeds and politics, who had been individuals since the war, suddenly found themselves once more a unit—a unit because of their common color. The Negroes felt the unity of their blackness.Freeman smelled the coming storm, like a thousand other men, and prophesied about it freely. [Pg 224] “It’s Sunday,” he said one afternoon as they sat in the lobby of Robert’s hotel. “Well, perhaps I don’t blame you much for not wanting to visit some of the black and tan dance halls. ”
