At 3 o'clock one morning last week in Manhattan, Negroes of all sizes, shapes and shades began gathering at an uptown pier on the Hudson River. Unmolested by police, the blackamoors shouted, stomped, sang, strummed. By 6 o'clock there were 2,000 of them. Then up rolled a big, blue Rolls-Royce out of which popped a little brown man clad in grey suit, panama hat, white shirt and honey-colored tie in which gleamed a $5 gold piece. "Here comes the Body!" bellowed followers of Rev. Major J. ("Father") Divine. The little man boarded...
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