BIRMINGHAM, Ala. - A decided change in public sentiment,
favorable to the nine Scottsboro boys, is evident here as the date for
resumption of trials in the five-year-old case nears. Thinking white citizens
are expressing themselves openly in this regard, and the eagerness for a blanket
death sentence, one apparent among the masses, is definitely diminishing. The
new trials, scheduled for November 2, have been postponed until December or
January, due to the illness of Judge W. W. (Speed) Callahan, 80, stocky,
ruddy-faced and gruff of voice. Just why A. A. Griffiths, who shares the same
judicial district, was not submitted is not clear.
Views Vary on Leibowitz Dr.
Henry E. Edmonds, pastor of the Birmingham Independent Presbyterian Church, and
the head of the Alabama Scottsboro committee insist that Samuel Leibowitz will
not be in command when the case is called. But Heywood Patterson, one of the
nine defendants who three times has heard the death sentence pronounced upon him
and last January was sentenced to seventy-five years in prison, says of the New
York Attorney: I like Mr. Leibowitz; he's a good lawyer. He's been good to me,
yes sir!" Patterson, incidentally, is the only colored man ever convicted
on a rape charge in Alabama who receive any sentence other than death.
One Nearly Blind Escorted
through the jail by the warden, I saw a frail youth idling in the runway between
two "bull pens" whom I took to be a trusty, but was informed:
"That's Olin Montgomery [one of the Scottsboro boys]. He's wearing
glasses-almost blind." He hung back and seemed reluctant to join us. I
could tell his mind-or what was left of it-was ten thousands miles away. It was
plain that he didn't want to talk to anyone. Passing down the corridor, the
warden announced that we would see "some more of the Scottsboro boys."
A trusty leaped to attention, thrust a key into a door and there was a buzzing
sound. Colored lights like those in traffic signals flashed on and off and
presently a small steel door about a foot wide opened. This permitted insertion
of a key into the locks of the main door, a massive thing like that on a safe.
This opened and we walked into a runway before half dozen cells. There, within
reaching distance, were Heywood Patterson, Joe Crowell, Charlie Weems and Roy
Wright.
Pathetic Scene It was
pathetic. It was amazing. And it was heroic the way those four boys bore up
under the ordeal of talking to persons who enjoy the privileges of a "free
world" outside the cold bars that seem to be their home indefinitely.
"Come here Heywood," the warden ordered. Patterson unhestitatingly
came to the bars and clutched them. He was immaculately attired, his hair was
parted neatly in the middle and he talked with the accent of Northerner,
although born and reared in Tennessee. He didn't seem to belong in his
surroundings at all. It seemed he was in readiness to escort his best girl to a
Saturday night ball. Asked whether he found it lonesome he replied: Yes sir, I
certainly do get lonesome at time; it's mighty blue with nothing to do. There's
very little a fellow in my position can do. I sleep a lot and I have my Bible
that I read some every day without fail."
All Have Bibles Friends have
seen to it that each of the boys has a Bible. "No," said Chief Warden
Pinson with a twinkle in his eyes, "Heywood stays around mighty close, I
must say he does for a fact. Now you don't ever see him out running around going
to ball games, picture shows and dances like some of the other boys his age. No
sir, he stays around awful close." Whereupon Patterson looked around and
indulged in a good-natured laugh. "One thing they've all got plenty of is
time," the warden added. I found Joe Crowell in the best humor of all. He
joked, wise-cracked and answered questions good-naturedly. But, toward the end,
his smile sagged and he couldn't resist inquiring "When are we going to
know something about ourselves - when's something going to happen?" Charlie
Weems was different. He was sad. Wearing tortoise shell glasses and conducting
himself with a quiet reserve, he might well pass for a minister of the gospel.
Seated on the lower of two bunks, he seemed pre-occupied with writing a letter
to someone.
Admires Joe Louis On the top
berth could be seen a box of writing paper, envelopes, newspapers, magazines and
pictures. One of his prized possessions is a photograph of Joe Louis, the
Detroit Brown Bomber in full fighting pose. It cheers Weems to look at Joe
exuding confidence to conquer anything and everything for his race. Roy Wright
was a pert young man who put questions to us as fast as we put them to him. He
like Crowell, wanted to "know something about our situation." He, too,
said he was satisfied with counsel.
3 Others Together On another
floor a cell block held three other Scottsboro defendants: Eugene Williams,
Willie Robinson and Andy Wright. They had just finished their baths and were
receiving attention from a barber attached to the jail. These boys were not so
talkative as the other four, but they answered questions readily enough.
Wright's mother has made a valiant fight in his behalf. In the hospital ward we
found Ozzie Powell, who was shot in the head by a deputy last January, when he
allegedly tried to cut one of his guards while en route to the Morgan County
Courthouse for the trial. "Here's where the bullet went," Powell said,
touching the spot with his finger, "unless you look very close you cannot
see it. It was a close call though." In spite of Jefferson County's pride
in its jail and the care of its prisoners, the nine Scottsboro defendants cannot
maintain their normally healthy bodies with constant denial of nature's free
gifts sunshine and fresh air.
Hard of Mind Their limited
quarters cramp their legs and the eternal sight of gray prison walls is enough
to cause their minds to snap. But a transition is underway, reports to the
contrary notwithstanding. The desire to encircle their necks with ropes and
throw the hempen strand over the nearest limb is not as apparent as it was.
Sentiment is slowly but surely in favor of the nine boys

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