Then I went across the street to the courthouse. A white man came up to
me, I think his name was Hall, but I'm not sure. He came up to me and he
had a gun, and he said, "I'm going to kill you. You leave or I will kill
you." He had a gun. I went to the local police and then to the FBI. And
I said, "You see that man right over there?
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got a gun, and he just said he was going to kill me." They said, "That's
too bad. What did he tell you to do?" I said, "He told me to leave." The
FBI said, "Well, why don't you leave?" So I went to the local police and
I said, "See that man over there? He's got a gun, and he said he was
going to kill me." And they said, "Well, why don't you get out of town?"
Well, I tell you the truth, I didn't know what else to do except to
leave, but I didn't want to leave. I just felt like it's cowardly to go,
but what were you going to do? Nobody'd let me stand on their sidewalk.
The little, tiny, pitiful picket line moved along the block sidewalk. So
I got in my car and I rode up the road to the first filling station, got
out and went in. And I called the state Capitol and I said, "I want to
speak to Governor Sanders." I had talked and worked with Mr. Sanders in
Augusta when there was trouble there and a white boy was killed.