As I said in the last issue, in my teens I worked with groups in Maine that kind of looked out for people.  We called them social action committees.  Probably a closer name would be vigilantes.  They got a lot of things done that the law couldn't do anything about or, wouldn't do anything about.  There's a story about one incident, I wasn't personally involved in it, but it shows how these groups operated.  I would love to have been there, though!  I won't mention the name of the town because the people there still wouldn't want it known that such ignorance ever went on in their community.
For many years three colored familes had lived in this community and got along fine.  There had been no problems of any kind.  Then a family moved into the community from Georgia, and when the oldest boy went to high school he decided the girl going out with one of the colored boys was now his personal property.  The girl told him to go take a long run off a short pier, that she'd have nothing to do with a piece of trash like him.  Of course this did not sit well with his family.  A white boy was not rejected for a colored boy!  When their son chose a woman she submitted, she didn't say no!  So one night his relatives put on their white sheets, went up to the colored peoples' houses, stuck a cross on their lawn and began to burn it, firing off noise makers, apparently to try to frighten people.
Suddenly about twenty cars pulled in from all directions and blocked the Georgian's routes of escape, and people poured out of them.  They grabbed the great white heroes, stripped their sheets off them, held them against some trees, and spanked their white butts as they screamed obscenities!  They then told them that what they were doing was to never happen again, or next time it would be worse!
The leader of the family went to the sheriff's department and wanted charges pressed.  His family had been assaulted while they were defending their rights.  The sherrif told him there was nothing he could do.  He had no witnesses that would back up their story, everybody else said it never happened, they were making it up.
The people from Georgia packed up and went back home.  They couldn't live in a community where white people couldn't defend their honor!  And were the white people of that community glad of that!
 I keep telling people if you go to Maine don't plan on causing any trouble there, or you may well learn, as these peope did, why we're called Maineacs!  I'd like to have been there for that one!  HOW I would love to have taken part in that one!  Besides child molesters the next thing on my list is Klansmen, the lowest thing on Earth.
 Those were the days!  We didn't have any trouble finding out who your enemies were, they put white sheets on and marched around, and told you who they were.  You didn't even have to go looking for them.  If only things were that easy today!