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The blaze of bombs, the flash of blades, the eerie glow of fire, the keening cries of hatred, the wild dance of terror in the nightall this was Birmingham, Ala. Birmingham's Negroes had always seemed a docile lot. Downtown at night, they slouched in gloomy huddles beneath street lamps, talking softly or not at all. They knew their place: they were "niggers"' in a Jim Crow town, and they bore their degradation in silence. But last week they smashed that image forever. The scenes in Birmingham...
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