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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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.