effersonian,
Vol. 12, No. 38
Ttie State versus John IVI. Slaton
k YANCE upon a time a certain man bought
some hills and gullies, in the midst of
a small town, and he paid for them in chips
and whetstones.
And it came to pass that shrewd builders
of railroads picked out this town as the best
place for iron horses to come together.
So, in the course of the years, the town grew
into a city; and the man’s hills and gullies
. became gold mines, not through any labor of
his own.
He merely had the good luck to launch his
boat on the river of Progress, and the river
carried him on.
Jbt And it came to pass that Carpet-baggers
* from the North came to this Southern town,
for Sherman's army had burnt it down, and
Northern bayonets had pinned the Southern
people down, and it was a good time for pat
riots with Carpet-bags, holding an extra
shirt and a celluloid collar, to also come
down.
They came, accordingly, and many of
them were .the descendants of Abraham,
Isaac, and Jacob; and, while they no longer
t set up a golden calf to worship, it was be-
Bf-* cause they had other and more profitable uses
for the gold.
These Children of Israel became the ten
ants of the man who built houses on his
w levelled hills and his filled-in gullies; and
ur 5 while the man grew fat on the rents of the
Jews, the Jews grew fat on their wisdom in
the handling of merchandise.
Every sweat-shop in Boston, Philadelphia
and New York poured cheap goods into
Atlanta; and, by the time they had been
transferred to the Gentiles, these goods were
eminently respectable, so far as the price was
concerned.
If the sweat-shops starved, brutalized and
ruined the girls and boys who made the
goods, the Gentiles did not know it, and the
Jew merchants did not care.
And it came to pass that the Jew carpet
bagger becatne the Mighty Man of Atlanta.
He controlled the principal stores, lie con
trolled some of the banks, he owned some of
the mills, he bcssed some of the newspapers,
he cut a large block of ice in politics; and
he took himself very seriously, indeed, as a
man who could buy pretty much everything
■k that he coveted.
He was found in many law-firms, he was
r found in rhe advertising agencies, he dealt in
real estate, he dealt in stocks and bonds, he
dealt in electric companies, and he laid a
persuasive hand upon street-car lines. luet
ic dentally, he made pencils; and his pull was
so strong with men high up, that his pencils
1 have to be used in the Public Schools of
Fulton County, although they are stained
with the life-blood of a little girl who ought
to have been at school, at the time the
Bfek Superintendent of the pencil-making en
r trapped her, assaulted her, and killed her.
And it came to pass, that when this Super
intendent of the pencil making., had been
duly tried and convicted of murder, accord-
L ing to Law, and had been legally , sentenced
r to death, the carpet-hag Jews of Atlanta
w took a mighty oath, that he should NOT die!
Thomson, Ga., Thursday, September 23, 1915
Indidment for Treason.
An insolent Jew editor, John Cohen by
name, published a most inflamatory and
incendiary article in his paper, denouncing
the Gentile jury, the Gentile witnesses, the
Gentile judge, and the Gentile Supreme
Court I
These Gentiles had had the audacity to
convict a Jew of aristocratic millionaire con
nections.
These Gentiles had dared to say that such
a Jew should be hanged by the neck until he
was dead.
These Gentiles had ventured to trample
upon the sacred law of the Talmud which
justifies a Jew for the killing of a Gentile,
even as, it glorified the crimes of ancient
Jews against the pregnant women and chaste
daughters of Mi dianites and Canaanites.
Consequently, the Gentile jury was
savagely assailed by John Cohen, the Jew.
The Gentile judge, L. S. Roan, was wan
tonly arraigned by John Cohen, the Jew.
The four Gentile Justices of the Supreme
Court —Beverly D. Evans, Joseph Henry
Lumpkin, Samuel C. Atkinson, and H. War
ner Hill—were furiously indicted by John
Cohen, the Jew.
He told the world that these men who had
dared to take the evidence of forty-odd
white witnesses against Leo Frank, WERE
ABOUT TO COMMIT “JUDICIAL MUR
DER .”
He virtually ordered Judge Ben Hill to
grant a new trial, on the Extra-ordinary mo
tion —a motion based upon the most infamous
series of perjuries, and attempted perjuries
that were ever presented to any court in Geor
gia.
One of these perjuries was dictated by
Luther Rosser in his office, after the Burns
detectives, through Arthur Thurman, had
bought the alleged Baptist preacher Rags
dale to swear that he had heard Jim Conley
confess the crime.
For a very much less offense against the
dignity of the courts, Judge A .S. Fite was
pulled off the bench, humiliated and fined.
John Cohen and James R. Gray were not
even arrested.
They were both guilty of gross contempt
of the Supreme Court, and of Judge Ben
Hill's Court.
In that editorial, John Cohen arrogantly
set forth the preposterous proposition, that
a portion of the judicial power was rested in
the press.
He said that courts and juries were not
alone responsible for the administration of
justice, but that the newspapers had a
“share.”
Never before had any such doctrine been
heard.
Never before had the Journal, or any other
newspaper, set up such a claim.
What Cohen meant was, that Gentile wit
nesses, Gentile judges, and Gentile Supreme
Courts were competent to hang Gentiles, but
not competent to hang Jews.
This astounding and most. offensive edi-
torial appeared on the evening of March 10,
1914.
Judge Roan had officially declared that
Leo Frank had had a fair trial.
The Journal said, “Leo Frank has not had
a fair trial.”
The Supreme Court had officially declared
that he had been legally convicted upon suffi
cient evidence.
The Journal declared that “he has not been
fairly convicted and his death without a fair
trial and legal conviction will amount to
judicial murder.”
The verdict of the jury was six months
old, and before it was announced, Hearst’s
Sunday American had declared that the long
trial of Leo Frank, stretching over a period
of four weeks, had been as fair, as it was
possible for human minds-and human efforts
to make it.
Nobody contradicted this deliberate state
ment of the Hearst Atlanta paper.
The Journal did not: Frank’s lawyers did
not: the correspondents of Northern papers
did not. 5
But when the Haas brothers, months
afterwards, followed up the Cohen at
tack on the witnesses, the jurors, the
judges, and the people of Atlanta, there arose
a clamor about the mob, the frenzied mob,
the jungle fury of the mob, the blood lust of
the mob, and the psychic drunk of the meh.
That clamor grew louder and louder,
spread farther ami farther, became bolder
and bolder, until millions of honest outsiders
actually believed that the mob stood up in
the court-room during the month of the trial,
and yelled at the jury
“Hang the damned Jew, or we will hang
you.’’
It was not until John Cohen and James
R. Gray had started this flood of libel against
the State, that The Jeffersonian said one
word about the case.
The files of this paper will show that it
took no part whatever in the Frank matter,
until after the unheard of attack which the
Atlanta Journal made upon the courts.
Then The Jeffersonian did what no other
editor with a general circulation seemed
willing to do: I came out in defence of the
Law, the Courts, and the People.
If that be treason, turn me over to Straus!
Are the Laws not entitled to support?
Are the Courts not worthy of respect ? Are
the People not deserving of fair treatment?
The Jeffersonian did not stoop to any per
sonalities, or mean abuse, or malignant mis
representation.
Our files will show that this paper went
no further than to vindicate the conduct of
our judiciary, and the attitude of our peo
ple.
We had given to Leo Frank as much as we
had to give to anybody. We had measured
him by the same yardstick that measures
Gentiles before they are condemned.
We could not kill poor old Umphrey* of
Whitfield County, on circumstantial evidence,
and then refuse to execute a Jew.
The one was an aged tenant, aggravated
by a dispute with his landlord, about his
share of a bale of cotton: the other was a
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