American Violence; A Documentary History,
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At a time of unprecedented concern over American violence the value of a documentary reader on the history of our domestic violence needs little explanation. No doubt it will be most useful if the least extravagant claims are made for it, and if its role as a sampler and an introduction to a complex major problem is made entirely clear.
behind him yell what sounded to him like, “Hi, Ridley” (Ridley is also a resident of the Y). Another resident said he heard someone yell what sounded to him like “Heil, Hitler.” A state policeman, Ted Anders, jumped from his car with his revolver drawn, ran to the steps of the Y.M.C.A., put one foot on the bottom step and fired through the outside door. Immediately after firing the shot he entered the building. Other officers followed. Julian Witherspoon, who had just entered the building, was
rifles. There they halted, as it seemed, for consultation. In a little while several revolver shots were fired, whether by whites or Chinamen I could not say, but I began to realize the seriousness of the situation. What appeared first to be the mad frolic of ignorant men was turning into an inhuman butchery of innocent beings. The rioters now cautiously advanced. Now a rifle-shot, followed by another and still another, was heard, and then a volley was fired. The Chinamen were fleeing like a herd
Negroes in Los Angeles, particularly youths wearing “zoot-suits.” On June 7, a mob of over a thousand soldiers, sailors, and civilians broke into movie theaters, streetcars, and homes, dragged Mexicans into the street and stripped and beat them. During all this time, the police stood by or on occasion arrested the victims. These riots were touched off by the assault of a group of sailors by a group of Mexican youths; but Southern California had a long history of tension between Mexicans and
and talked to Devil Anse: Theron C. Crawford: An American Vendetta: A Story of Barbarism in the United States (1889), 179–85. See Virgil Carrington Jones: The Hatfields and the McCoys (1948). “On the first day of last January I was at home, when ‘Cap’ Hatfield came along and said: ‘Charley, we are going over into Kentucky to-night to have some fun. Get a horse and meet us, and go along.’ Well, I did not know what was up, but I told ‘Cap’ I would be on hand, and after a little trouble I got a
to follow me out, struck his hat off his head, asking him if he knew, who he was talking to; this immediately silenced their clamour, when I demanded of ’em, where the King’s Officers were, that they had seiz’d; and they being shewn to me, I went up to the Lieutenant and bid him go into my house, and upon his telling me the mob would not suffer him, I took him from among ’em, and putting him before me caus’d him to go in, as I did likewise the other three and follow’d ’em without exchanging more