It’s Never Stopped
by Brian Jackson?
In Rising Sun, Maryland, off I-95 South, that’s where the grand wizard and all his brethren would gather. After they’d had a couple of cases of beer, they’d come around Lincoln University, driving around in their cars, hootin’ and hollerin’, shooting at the dormitories.
I’m sure people talked about doing things about it. I’m sure all the young black men at Lincoln University didn’t sit idly by and let that happen, I guarantee that.
When Lincoln became coed, there was a new sense of urgency, because now there were young women. You can imagine the trauma of having the Klan shooting up their dorms. Amazingly, nobody ever got hurt.
We decided we were going to set up a little cadre to go looking for these guys who might return to our campus. We didn’t see any, and that was a good thing, ’cause that would have been ugly. From what I can tell, it never happened again. We made it clear that we weren’t going to tolerate it. I think that often those guys are the most cowardly people.
It’s always that mob mentality. I’ve never seen a one-on-one situation. Try hanging me by yourself and see what happens. Come at me with no weapon, just your bare hands, and see if you can get me up on a tree. It’s always got to be thirty or forty of them, armed, dragging somebody out of their house.
It’s still going on today. It’s never stopped.