White and unemployed Englishmen got up before dawn at North Shields last week, strode like burly ghosts down the long black wharf of the Lyle Line, massed in truculent formation before the door of a shanty where seamen would be signed on for the dingy S. S. Cape Verde.
Englishmen desperately needed the jobs, and these particular 500 Englishmen were grimly resolved to prevent the Lyle Line from signing on another crew of Negroes.
Came the dawn and soon afterward the Negroes, strapping, ink-black Somalis. They shouldered up to the English phalanx, which did not...
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