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Cin RR eae pot cahavite diab oweli Bw Serashed te ce a! wecnith els oof the beleigucd ses tle stm gre ny five de a vote sta the smacke-dilled aa a Ada ine cam ballet stipe inte the woe ows und doors of the s cha buildie.. Walls disintegrateal in the fie of the hot machine-gun blasts. duside their hones Negro citizens — men, women and children —- lay flattened against: their quivering floors, In the business section, the police and guardsmen, werking in platoons, smashed through the shop windows, chopped down the doors. The strects were soon littered with furniture hurled out of windows. In a poolroom the cloth was slashed on all of the tables. A doctor’s office was smashed, the medical furniture chopped beyond repair. Surgical instruments, drugs, and valuable clinical apparatus were wantonly destroyed or stolen. In the offices of the Atlanta Life Insurance Company the uniformed vandals left a hopeless shambles after carcful destroying all files and records. Smashing into a funcral parlor the law enforcement officers and troopers stormed through the chapel. Draperies were cut up, chandeliers and all other lichting fix- tures were ripped from their sockets. The pulpit, with its well-thumbed Bible, was hacked, the light over the Bible smashed with a well placed gun stock. The hate-ridden orgy was topped off with a huge KKK scrawled in white chalk across one of the chopped caskets. Cash regis- ters in all of these establishments received special treatment as the officers stuffed their pockets with the hard earned cash of Negro busi- nessmen. With this part of the “riot” operation successfully terminated the armored patrols swung into the residential strevts. Employing the same storming tactics the troops and police reserves first subjected the house fronts to blasts from their machine and tommy-guns. Then the houses were rushed. The frightened pcople were clubbed and jabhed. Screaming children running wildly for their mothers were sent sprawling. The people, stunned and covered with blood, were pushed and thrown into the streets. Hot guns were jabbed into their stomachs and they raised they hands. Men, women, children, all were ordered to keep their hands raised high. The arms of children too young to understand were jerked up by their terror-stricken mothers. Finally all of the Negroes had been marched into the streets. The unconscious and the maimed were dragged out. THE STATE PATROLMEN AND GUARDS HAD THE RIOTING NEGROES UNDER CONTROL. While the strects teemed with uniformed men and civilians, all carrving rifles and pistols, the bloody Negroes were marched off to the jail. Mop-up squads emptied the homes of hunting rifles and ancient relics. The “arsenal” had been captured. Press and radio erupted. RIOTING NEGROES UNDER CONTROL! It was at this time that word flashed from the national office of the NAACP sent Maurice Weaver, a Chattanooga attorney, rushing to the seething town. He immediately called on Julius Blair, 75 year- “old Negro businessman, and with him went to sce town officéals to determine the exact situation. The sheriff told them there was to be a necting of “interested officials’ Thee interested officials. three of