The Presidency: Little Rock's Finest

Two hundred strong, the mob marched westward with its massed flags along Little Rock's 14th Street toward Central High School, shouting, cursing, and singing to the tune of Dixie: "In Arkansas, in the state of cotton/ Federal courts are good and rotten." At the intersection of 14th and Schiller Avenue the marchers came hard up against a thin line of Little Rock policemen. Four men of the mob rushed the line, trying to break through —and at that moment the clock seemed about to turn back two years to the race riots, incited by...

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