A Letter from Miss Harriet Tubman, Kansas, 1954:
No, I am not THAT Harriet Tubman.
I don't know what is happening here.
It is May Fifth, and our Town's two Mexicans are whooping it up in Town Square, drinking and saying things in Mexican. Mexicanian? Whichever.
No self-respecting white woman will even go near.
I wonder if their is a day like this when the Negroes get all uppity, but we don't have Negroes in our town so I wouldn't know what that would be.
Even the Chinks at the Laundry seem upset.
Is this what America is coming to? Mexicans everywhere, hooting and hollering?
I can only pray our Government will take care of this problem.
I am Laslo.
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