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Sometimes you find a dumb Klansman who has got no better sense than to get mixed up in something like that. My policy is this —something like that needs looking after, the Klan in the community calls on the law officers to do their duty." Like the late Doctor Green, Wizard Roper claims to feel only a spirit of Christian charity toward Jews, Catholics and Negroes, as well as toward the newspapers, which are constantly hounding the Klan. He is sometimes irked, though, by the press's flippancy and — according to him — inaccuracy. In the days before Doc Green ordered the Klan to unmask, editors like Ralph McGill, of the Atlanta Constitution, were fond of referring to Doctor Green, disrespectfully, as "The Reluctant Dragon," and to his cohorts as "sheeted jerks." The Klansmen's robes, its leaders point out indignantly, are not sheets, but carefully tailored regalia costing from $6.50 up. Despite Mr. McGill's incessant belaboring of the Klan, Wizard Roper defends the right of a free press to say what it pleases and is determined that no harm shall come to Mr. McGill from overzealous members of his order. "We've got some idiots would like to take Ralph out and touch him up a little," said Roper, " but I wouldn't stand for such stuff as that. Why, at Doctor Green's funeral one of these fools said right out loud where the reporters could hear him: 'I wish it was old Ralph McGill lying there.' I looked at him hard and told him: ' Boy, you must have whirlwinds in your head.' " Spies within their organization cause Emperor Spinks and Wizards Morris and Roper more trouble than do the blasts they receive from the editorial pages, and all three are so bitter in their denunciation of such traitorous wretches that their exact words cannot be quoted verbatim. "Aliens," or non-Klansmen, cannot be expected to comprehend the noble aims and purposes of the order, and may be forgiven for their attacks on the Klan. Men who have taken the oath, though, and then betray their trust, selling Klan secrets to newspapermen, radio commentators and organizations interested in keeping a close watch on the Klan from the inside are looked upon by Klansmen as being beneath contempt and, when discovered, are unceremoniously kicked out of the order. None have been manhandled, according to the Klan leaders, but Dr. Lycurgus Spinks, who is particularly bitter against what he calls "these despicable and contemptible degenerates," has warned those in his organization that if he catches them he will pierce their ears and hang there a ring marked "Traitor." Old Doctor Spinks is by far the most colorful of the Klan leaders. Born on a plantation near Thomasville, Alabama, where he was "raised by a Negro mammy and ate " potlicker out of the same bowl with the pickaninnies," the old Emperor at sixty-five is a figure out of the past when such flamboyant citizens as Tom Heflin roared and shook their manes. He wears a broadbrimmed Texas hat, and his long white hair hangs to his shoulders. His coat, vest and necktie are adorned with a multitude of fraternal emblems, one of them, of his own design, bearing a crescent fashioned out of the claws of a wildcat. His voice is reminiscent of Senator Claghorn, late of the radio, and he addresses all men other than doddering octogenarians as "son." Educated in private schools, he entered the Missionary Baptist ministry as a young man, and for ten years filled pastorates in the Carolinas and Arkansas. He was for a couple of years a noted lecturer on sexology, delivering "For Men Only" and "For Women Only" lectures. He acquired the title of doctor during this period. " No college ever give me that title, son," he said. " I've just been known as ' Doctor' Spinks nearly ever since I could remember." Doctor Spinks also spent some time on the lecture platform as "The Reincarnation of George Washington," delivering a lecture based on a famous order attributed to Washington: "Put none but Americans on guard." He is a magnetic platform orator who first mellows up a crowd by jests. " What was the first pin a master Mason ever wore?" he will roar. "Huh? Wrong! It was a safety pin. Whah, whah, whah!" From this type of humor he goes on to sway his audience with the glories of the Ku Klux Klan of Reconstruction days, keeping his vocal cords supple by frequent sips of diluted apple vinegar, and he sometimes climaxes his address by jerking off his coat, rolling up his sleeve and flexing his biceps, to demonstrate what steps he would take if a colored person, deluded by talk of civil rights, were ever to sit down beside him in a restaurant. When talking of the future of the Klan, Doctor Spinks sees visions of ghostly hosts of riders in the sky—all of them faithfully paying ten cents a month dues into the Imperial till— and his voice roars like that of a beestung bull. " There's a million of them now, and in five years there'll be five million!" roared Doctor Spinks in a public address recently. If you ain't one of them, you won't know who they are and you won't know where they are! You'll just know they are there and there ain't no power on earth can stop 'em!" There is a strong possibility that Doctor Spinks was swept by the power of his own oratory to unjustified heights of optimism. It is true that the threat of Federal civil-rights legislation— particularly the hated FEPC proposals—has created in the South a climate in which the seeds the Klan sows can grow rankly. Many Southerners to whom the idea of masked violence is abhorrent believe in the Klan's doctrine of white supremacy and are unalterably opposed to any breaching of the walls of segregation. But it is also true that most Southerners— including numerous former Klansmen— now strongly oppose the present Klan's efforts to set itself up as the champion of Southern mores and traditions. They know that if the Klan is allowed to go unchecked it will inevitably bring down upon the South the onerous civilrights laws, and in the strife which will follow, all the slow and painful progress the South has made toward giving the Negro the privileges due him as a citizen will be destroyed.
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