Independence day dawned cool and cloudy in Atlanta. Soon after the polls were open for Georgia's Democratic primary, two well-dressed Negroes drove up to a small drug store on the south side. The Negroes went in, politely asked the white woman in charge of registration lists for their ballots. When the registrar was unable to find their names on any list, the Negroes left as quietly as they had come.
An Atlanta cop, placidly picking his teeth in front of the drug store, remarked: "We don't have no trouble with niggers out here."...
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