The folks of Wiggins, Miss., a quiet sawmill town, have no unusual thirst for Negro blood. They simply know what must be done when a Negro rapes. They knew four years ago when R. D. McGehee raped 13-year-old Catherine Ramsey: they strung him up by the neck, shot his body full of holes. They knew last week when old (74) Mrs. N,* mother of a doctor, declared that a young Negro had come at night to her house, robbed her kitchen, then taken her out to the roadside and raped her.
At daybreak Sheriff H. C. Hinton and a posse of...
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