Quite often during the recent months, we have heard much about mass action, mass pressure and the unification of Black and White workers. It is no easy task to disregard all we hear for, regardless of how it is expressed, some of the things we have heard are bedecked with facts. We know, for an example, that mass action brought publicity to the Scottsboro case and revealed this unfortunate occurrence as a shameless frame up. We also know that persistent mass pressure was the chief force that caused Reginald Leftwich, who was wrongly accused of murder, to be placed in States Hospital for Insane, in Petersburg, Va., instead of the "Death Row", after one of the most absured frame-ups that has ever been attempted in this state, was exposed. Despite these obvious facts, we cannot feel secure about any far-fetched plan that calls for the unity of black and white labor. We feel that our fears are well grounded.

Our sufferings have been painted to us before by benevolent artists who, seemingly, had nothing else to do but assist us. The first time it was the hungry, vagabond whites, who stole by night, to the plantations telling our ancestors of the wrongs about which they already knew, in return for food and a dry place in the hay loft. This time it is the unemployed white worker who is so generous and kind.

When the change in the Southland's economic system came it was these same friends who so readily changed their attitude towards the Negro slaves and brought forth the first organized effort to bar the black man from honestly earning a livelihood. Some traces of these characters are still evident today. White skilled Labor Unions bar Negro membership, then, with what white labor are we asked to unite? The unskilled? God forbid! We have seen their demonstrations of their love at Alabama and Princess Anne, Maryland. We know that we are segregated, but this factor has created a confidence within our circle, a reliance upon ourselves.

We are conscious of the various injustices that befall us and because we do know these things, we are not so willing, as our ancestors were, to listen to "our woe". The vivid painters of our oppression would do well to save his pictures as we are aware of circumstances, and the years have taught us that a hungry man like an intoxicated one, is not responsible for his statements. Several years has taught us slowly but surely, and is still teaching Race Reliance and we are beginning to realize that other scheming methods of livelihood do not interest us.