The cigarillo twitched. “The ladies whisper to one another that the Negroes are so dirty. But what happens when you force your Negroes to live in derelict houses on back alleys, with no clean water or drains to carry away the waste?”
He angrily threw the cigarillo into a stack of clay pipes. “You refuse to allow Negro children to be educated in the publi…
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