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A brochure cover for the pamphlet The road ahead.<br /> <br /> And address by Robert B Patterson, secretary, the citizens council of America, executive secretary, Association of citizens councils of Mississippi<br /> <br /> To the annual leadership conference of the citizens councils of America, Montgomery, Alabama, January 15, 1965<br /> <br /> Here there is an emblem for the citizens Council showing the confederate flag and the American flag Crossing below it it reads states rights racial integrity.<br /> <br /> Contribute to association of citizens Council, PO Box 886, Greenwood, MS
An address by Robert B. Patterson, Secretary, The Citizens' Council of America, Executive Secretary, Association of Citizens' Councils of Mississippi to the Annual Leadership Conference of the Citizens' Councils of America, Montgomery, Alabama,…

The Raising of Lazarus
An engraving of Lazarus rising from the dead.

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Yellow newsletter with typed text and a drawing of a woman in profile wearing a kerchief on her head with her hair in a side braid. Text reads "Introducing The Liberty Cap. Contents: The Liberty Cap: A Monthly Bibliography-Newsletter of Recently Published, Non-stereotyped Children's Books & Resources. 1. The Bibliography: Approximately 50 books are listed each month. The following data is given for each title: publishing information; an annotation; the opinion and reference to professional reviews; and the editor's evaluation, if she has read that title. The reviews are mainly cited from: School Library Journal, The Horn Book Magazine, The New York Times Book Review and Virginia Kirkus, Inc. 2. A listing of articles, books, bibliographies, catalogs, and newsletters which contain information on sexism, racism, and human liberation in children's literature and publishing. 3. Book reviews by the editor. <br /> Selection Policy:<br /> The Liberty Cap contains titles for pre-schoolers to young adults. The fiction selected must appear to portray (from the reviews or the editor's reading) females and males of all races as individual human beings, free of stereotyping and prejudicial myths. The non-fiction includes: biographies and histories of females of all races; biographies and histories of males who have furthered the cause of human liberation; books which discuss career information and social justice; and poetry by and about females and minorities. In short, the bibliography is an affirmative action approach to reading, acknowledging the very existence of all women and minority men. <br /> Editor Enid Davis<br /> The Liberty Cap is a one-woman operation. The editor is Enid Davis. Qualifications: Master's degree in library science from Pratt Institute, N.Y.; B.A. in English Literature from the City University of N.Y.; five years' experience in children's public library work; lecturer on sexism in children's literature; storyteller at a local women's bookstore; and founder of the Palo Alto Chapter of The National Organization for Women, Inc. (NOW). <br /> Critics???<br /> **I congratulate you on the fine critical job you're doing with The Liberty Cap. The newsletter is both interesting and constructive. You have all our good wishes for success** Pat Ross, Editor Alfred A. Knoph, Inc<br /> **The first number promises well for future issues - a wonderful gift for thoughtful parents!**The Spokeswoman<br /> **We received your new bibliography, The Liberty Cap, and applaud it and you!** Brett Harvey, The Feminist Press.<br /> **The grape vine was correct. I think The Liberty Cap is a fine resource.** Barbara Sprung, Women's Action Alliance<br /> ****Subscribed to by MS Magazine, The Interracial Council on Books for Children, The National Foundation for the Improvement of Education, etc.* <br /> $<br /> The Liberty Cap: Six monthly issues, $4.00. Prepaid orders. Single copies, 75 cents. Mail checks to: 1050 Newell Rd. Palo Alto, Ca. 94303"
A monthly bibliography and newsletter that discusses non-stereotyped children's literature and resources.

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The clan ledger<br /> Official publication of the white knights of the Ku Klux Klan of Mississippi.<br /> <br /> Special presidential edition, April, 1965<br /> <br /> Mr. Lyndon Baines Johnson, 1600 Pennsylvania Ave., Washington DC<br /> <br /> Dear Sir,<br /> <br /> “Patriotism means to stand by the country.“<br /> It does not mean to stay in by the president or any other public official save exactly to the degree in which he himself stay in spite of the country. It is patriotic support him in so far as he efficiently serve the country. It is unpatriotic not to oppose him to the exact extend the bar in efficiency or otherwise he fails in his duty to stand by the country. In either event, it is unpatriotic not to tell the truth-weather about the president or anyone else-save in the rare case where this would make known to the enemy information of military value which would otherwise be unknown to him.<br /> <br /> Above all the words of an outstanding American president, Theodore Roosevelt. They areA an appropriate introduction what we will say here.<br /> <br /> Mr. Johnson, since you have decided toMr. Johnson, since you have decided to declare war on your own fellow citizens in this country, it is high time that we should bring the attention of all the citizens of our great nation to bear upon this conflict and expose the issue in crystal clear focus under the strong light of truth.<br /> <br /> You have seen fit to attack the entire Ku Klux Klan because of one incident in Alabama in which a female communist agitator was killed in the performance of her nefarious meetings. You allege that for white citizens of Alabama were responsible. You also learned that these forward Klansman. In your attack upon the entire clan, you spoke of justice, yet you’re very attack itself could only be based upon the slim allegations was nothing less than make it a front to justice XL. Especially in this true when we consider how are you encouraged and protected the communist agitation which prepare the way for this incident. The guilt as yours Mr. Johnson do not try to shut it off on the Ku Klux Klan.<br /> <br /> One point needs clarification here. The white knights of the Ku Klux Klan of a sovereign wealth realm of Mississippi is sovereign to Mississippi as regards the work administration of the invisible empire. We are spirituality connected with our plan brother and in our sister state of Alabama, through Christ, our Lord and Savior, and this is the extent of our affiliation. You know this, yet you seek to smear the Christian Klansman everywhere in one stroke, in typical communist fashion. And you are the one who is accusing us of tar and feathers!!!! Why do you always pounds up on the Christian clan at every opportunity, Mr. Johnson? Is it because the atheist a communist control you have ordered you to persecute and destroy us? Is it because you and they know that no atheistic enemy of America is safe while we live? Is it because that, like all agents of Satan, you are poor and despise a Christian witness for Jesus Christ?<br /> <br /> You are not really against killing in murder, Mr. Johnson. Two murders have been recorded in your own political background in Texas. You owe your president still another. You stood by in silence while an unlawful and bloody invasion took place at Ole Miss. You are sending American boys to slaughter in Vietnam in a war which you have no intention of trying to win. You ignore your own bloody career and try to compensate by placing the guilt on the white Christians of the sale you must be consistent and honest, Mr. Johnson, if you expect truly decent people to respect your words.

TAXI<br /> By SHEILA MICHAELS<br /> This cabbie feels you have a right to a ride home, even in you live in Brooklyn. But please don’t call her.<br /> You have to drive a cab 12 hours a night to make it worthwhile, which means you’re just working and sleeping in order to make a living. After a few days, you’re not sure you’re heading uptown or down.<br /> I was ending my work week. The first couple of passengers were good talkers, pleasant — a policeman from Smithtown in for a two-week method course, an English businessman going for supper with a pretty woman. When I stopped at a light near Grand Central, a man knocked on the window and asked if I’d take him to Rockaway Blvd. I hadn’t gotten a long view of him, just the face at the window. My only impression was that he was working-class Irish, and that is damn near perfection in a passenger. I wasn’t quite sure where Rockaway was—somewhere near the airport—so I told him I’d go on his directions.<br /> I noticed he was pretty rumpled, when he got in, but not drunk. By law you can throw out a drunk. They forget where they’re going and if they don’t get sick they fall asleep, and they make trouble over money. But he wasn’t drunk. I figured he’d had a couple of drinks after a long day and decided he’d treat himself to a cab.<br /> I was going to connect to the Van Wyck, but he said to take Queens Blvd. straight out and he’d direct me. He was a very difficult passenger to talk to. I can usually think of a conversational opener, but nothing I thought of seemed right, so I just drove.<br /> When we hit Jamaica Ave., he told me to turn left. I thought the airport would be to the right, but he said he wanted to make another stop before he went home. A sick aunt he was worried about. He’d only look in and come right out. I said he’d have to pay me before he got out. He said he’d pay double if he had to; just keep going, it was another few miles. So I kept going and I kept checking to see if he’d fallen asleep, and he kept telling me to keep going. And then we passed a sign for Floral Park and I pulled over and said that if we were going out of the city limits, he’d have to pay double the meter. He said he knew that, just keep going. New Hyde Park, Garden CityPark, Mineola.<br /> One of the reasons I live in the city is that all trees and grass are the same, and the minute they surround you, you’re lost. What I would have given at the moment to be taking a youth gang in the South Bronx. It was raining and I could hardly see, and I was in nightmare territory with a passenger who didn’t talk and wasn’t worried about money. People ask if I don’t get scared. In the city, no; but anything can happen in Mineola. You read about it all the time. By Westbury the meter was already $15.95. I pulled off and asked for the full fare before we went on. He said he’d dropped his money in the back seat. I said we were going to the police.<br /> At the first filling station, I pulled over and asked the attendant to call the police. He ran over and caught the passenger as he was slipping away from the cab. The passenger, a guy about 50, aid that if I called his father, he would pay me. I was itching to get to the police and file a report. I’d lost two hours’ work and I owed the cab company $19.95 so far, and I was in Westbury. But I called the number and asked the answerer if he knew the man. The old father said, “You’ve got my son. Thank God! Don’t let him get away.” He was the last thing in the world I wanted to hang onto just then. I explained in a very shaky voice where we were, and why, and that out-of-town calls were double the meter. The father asked for my name and address and license, in case I should be up to something. The passenger misdirected me twice on the way there. <br /> We wound up in Lawrence, still outside the city limits. The house lights were blazing, and a jeep with lights trained on the driveway waited on the road. I left my motor running, and locked the car with a second set of keys. I carried my ear-shattering alarm with me, stood in the rain, and asked the passenger to ring the bell. If it was “Psycho” inside, I wanted him to get him first.<br /> The passenger walked in and sat down in front of a television set. His old father asked me in, a younger brother stood guarding the door. My meter read $35.85. The father gave me $40 and told me to keep the change. I reminded him that, aside from my grief and time, the law required double payment outside of the five boroughs. The old father patted me on the shoulder and said it had been difficult for him in the three years since his wife died. The house was neat but too warm and the paint was peeling. I had the feeling I was supposed to do something about his dead wife, besides expressing regrets. The brother was still standing by the door with arms folded. I took the $40 and went back to my cab.<br /> The time I found the road to the airport. I don’t usually work Kennedy, because I don’t like to wait there for hours and then pull a call to Jamaica. But it was 11:30, and where can you go to work in that neighborhood? Luckily, because of the rain, the airport was stripped. I was the only cab at the terminal. And I got a call to mid-terminal. And I got a call to mid-Brooklyn. You never ask a dispatcher whom you haven’t bribed to double up, because he’ll write you up. But it was raining, and there wan’t another cab, so he gave me a second Brooklyn, a woman nearer the bridge to Manhattan.<br /> The first passenger told me to take the Belt. The rain had caused an accident which tied up traffic for nearly $4 in waiting-time. When we reached his house, the fare was $18. We were almost as far from the second passenger’s house as if she had come straight from the airport. I suggested that he pay the full fare and she pay the difference. He said he would only pay $12. I thought it was unfair. She hadn’t insisted on the Belt, or urged me into the traffic. But he refused to pay his full share, and I had to accept the arrangement. The second passenger was a telephone representative, returning home from her son’s wedding in California. When we reached her house the meter read $22.50. She gave me $15, I said I still thought he had done her out of $6, and she told me that another cabdriver had offered to take them for $15 each, but he had refused.<br /> A passenger at Smith and Fulton then took me to Keap and Whyte in Williamsburg. And so I took the bridge back to Beautiful Manhattan.<br /> Dan Greenberg recently wrote about traveling with the police of the 9th Precinct in the meanest, vilest, rottenest, roughest, smelliest, baddest section of New York City. It happens to be where I pay $200 a month to live, but he never said it was cheap. So I decided to work my neighborhood: Baruch Houses, Riis Houses, Every street was flooded and it was raining too hard to tell when I was about to plunge up to the fender in water and eliminate my brakes for another 15 minutes. Finally the whole world was asleep, except Chinatown. At Kum Lau Square the restaurants that close to 5 a.m. were finally releasing their cooks and waiters. Eldridge, Essex, Allen, Pike. Splintering doorways, mildewed tenements thrown together a century ago. People carrying tips are easy marks — one reason I don’t turn in before dawn. Chinese waiters take cabs home for a five-minute walk. The cabbie waits until each man unlocks his door at home and waves.<br /> A Puerto Rican grocery clerk has been waiting at Essex and Delancey in the rain for 15 minutes for a cab to take<br /> continued on Page 19<br /> SUNDAY NEWS MAGAZINE*NEW YORK* JUNE 10, 1979
Taxi! Article written by Sheila MIchaels in 1979.

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Black and white print photo of a group of women and men protesting rape and violence against women. A woman with shoulder-length dark hair is wearing the event t-shirt which depicts two women facing a female symbol with a moon and stars and reads "Take Back the Night", jeans, and gloves. She is holding a sign that reads "The UM Women's Center Supports Take Back the Night". There are other men and women dressed in winter clothing around her as the group marches on a brick street in front of a bank and other buildings.
Black and white print photo of a group of women and men protesting rape and violence against women, taken by Susan Sojourner. Main sign reads "The UM Women's Center Supports Take Back the Night".

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Black and white print photo of a young, white female protestor holding a circular sign from the National Organization for Women that reads as "Lesbian Rights". The protestor is wearing a light-colored hoodie sweatshirt, jeans, and a possible bandana or scarf around her neck. There are other individuals in the background marching around her. The group is marching on a street in front of city buildings or businesses.
Black and white print photo of a female protestor holding a sign from the National Organization for Women that reads as "Lesbian Rights", taken by Susan Sojourner.

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Black and white print photo of main speakers at the Take Back the Night march. There is one woman with long hair wearing the event t-shirt which depicts two women facing a female symbol with a moon and stars and reads "Take Back the Night" speaking on a stage in front of a microphone. There is another woman in the event t-shirt sitting on the edge of the stage and is holding a sign that reads "Feminism is the radical notion that women are people". There are other audience members sitting on the floor in front of the stage.
Black and white print photo of main speakers at the Take Back the Night march, taken by Susan Sojourner. Main sign reads "Feminism is the radical notion that women are people".

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A woman, Susan Sojourner, walks across a hand-crafted, wooden plank bridge in a wooded area. She is holding a glass bottle drink and papers in one arm and is smiling at the camera. She is wearing boots, pants, a sweater, and coat.
Susan Sojourner in Holmes County, Mississippi.

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Henry and Sue [Lorenzi] Sojourner sit next to each other in front of the Trevi Fountain. They are looking at one another smiling. Henry is wearing a plaid button-down shirt, dark pants, and sneakers and has his hands clasped between his knees. Sue is wearing a print blouse and dark corduroy pants with sandals. To the left of Henry are two women in dresses looking off-camera. To the right of Sue is a woman in sunglasses with a fringed purse and gladiator sandals.
Black and white photo of Susan and Henry Lorenzi at Trevi Fountain in Rome.

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