Then we went down to investigate that one. That was the one that I was
sure that my luck had run out. Something happened that had never
happened before in my whole life. Something told me, I don't know what
the something was to go dressed as a chauffeur. It was easier traveling
as a chauffeur because everybody figured that you worked with somebody
important. They didn't want to have any problems. So I got to
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because it saved my life. I'm sure it saved my life. I had a little
black bow tie on and a chauffeur's cap. I went down to this place and I
couldn't find him. Couldn't find where he lived because he lived in the
country. He didn't live in a little town. So I saw a guy sweeping,
sweeping off his front there so I asked him, I said, ‘Let me ask you
something.’ He was nervous. I said, I asked him, I said, ‘Did you know
Isaiah Nixon?’ He starts sweeping real fast. He said, ‘Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
I knew him. Yeah.’ I said, ‘You know where he lives?’ He said, ‘Yeah.’
He said, ‘But you can't get there in that car, in your car. Your car
won't go up there.’ I said, ‘What you mean?’ I had a Roadmaster vehicle.
‘What do you mean this car won't go up there?’ He said, ‘It's just a
little trail.’ He said, ‘You won't go up.’ I said, ‘Will your car go up
there?’ He said, ‘Yeah.’ I said, ‘Will you take me up there?’ He said,
‘No.’ I said, ‘Is it worth five dollars for you to take me up there?’ He
thought a while, ‘Yeah.’ I had my camera stuff in my bag, travel bag and
I had. We went up. I photographed the family and the kids and talked to,
interviewed the wife and we left. (We got a ways) and I was going back
to my car no incident at all. But in leaving we had to go circuitous in
this turpentine district. So coming out we made a turn in this
turpentine district and came face to face with a carload. I says, I was
out of breath. I said, ‘Who are they?’ ‘I don't know, but one of them's
the sheriff.’ I said, ‘One of them is the sheriff.’ That didn't mean
anything. So I said well, they just kept on and I said, ‘Well this might
be it.’ So they told us to back up. Go on and back up to. Well, I hadn't
anticipated a problem. So I had, we didn't have any escape plan or
anything. I didn't know what they would pick on us. When we got up to
the house, stay in the car. They were going—he asked, they asked him who
was I. They told, he told them that I was a relative of Nixon that came
to see
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over there with her. So then they went in and I don't know what she was
going to say or anything. Then the only thing she would say truthfully
was that I was a reporter from the
Pittsburgh
Courier. Well they came out and said you can go. I still don't know
whether it means that I, we can go until we get back down in those
turpentine district with the trees and what not. We went all the way out
to where my car was. Well I got to the car and I said, ‘Atlanta's
closer. It's the closest big town. That's what I wanted to get to.’
Atlanta was the closest big town. I'd have to go all the way through
Georgia, South Carolina, until I got to North Carolina.
I said, ‘I'd better go into Atlanta.’ So I struck out heading to Atlanta.
When I got to Atlanta, I said, ‘Well who do I know in Atlanta?’ Bishop
at my church was from Atlanta, Bishop Fountain. I'd seen him a long
time. Of course when we had been at the church I'd take pictures [unknown]. I knew him well and he knew me.