COMMUNISTS: The Presence of Evil

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The job fell to a Negro housewife. Last week in a federal courtroom, in a small firm voice, she uttered the sentence which cut off the head of the Communist Party in the U.S.

The morning sun fell on Manhattan's Foley Square, but the room in the skyscraper courthouse was cast in majestic gloom. The babbling of the spectators in the pewlike benches had stopped. Wary-eyed deputy marshals, their numbers reinforced, had ranged themselves around the crowded room, against its marble walls. Eleven bosses of the Communist Party, on trial for...