In East Savannah, Georgia's First African Baptist Church, Marion Moultrie uprose to begin the service by which he would be ordained a minister. Beside the altar flickering oil lamps lighted the church's storm-cast gloom. Standing below the pulpit, prayer book in hand. Marion Moultrie began solemnly to intone: "We are gathered here this afternoon . . ." Crash! The church was glutted with sound and light. Marion Moultrie swayed, fell dead in the arms of a deacon. . . The blackamoors screamed, then set up such a wailing as they had never before...
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