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have their office in a trailor truck operation, and they've been
living there with blacks for the months of summer, these white
kids; and they had the prior day or two gone down to Kress's
to integrate it, and they had been arrested -- blacks and whites
demanding service together at Kress's soda fountain in Laural,
very nice kids. And they had been charged with assault and other
things, and I was going to represent them.
So we go into the courthouse, and I'm waiting for the case
to begin, and I look outside the court, and I see a white Mississippi
farmer go over to one of these kids and hit him. I was shooked.
I didn't know what to do. This is a foreign milieu to me. And
I go over to the sheriff and I say, “That man hit him. Do something.”
And they look at me as though I am crazy.
These kids are arraigned -- I don't remember the technical
procedure -- and the trial is set for the next day. We file
counter charges. Their charge ... It may be that they had
actually called me there to help them in their complaints
against these people who had beaten them up, and the other people
that very same day counter-claimed assault against them. Anyway,
there is a confrontation: these white and black kids against the
locals in cross complaints of assault.
The technicalities are taken care of, and we were also
told that I should pick up some transcripts from earlier trials
in the county clerk's office, which was across the way from City
Hall in which we were then located where the court was. So
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