It was the night after the Fourth of July. The little town of Duck Hill lay quiet in the hot dark of the North Mississippi hills. Suddenly rifle fire crashed out. Bullets hit the watertower and the post office, ripped into homes. As lights flashed on, the volleys grew ragged and firing ceased. There was only frightening quiet.
Last week the Memphis Commercial Appeal cracked the quiet, printed the story of the attack and of the sentencing of six Negro soldiers at nearby Camp McCain. The sentences (10 to 15 years at hard...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
