It’s Never Stopped
by Brian Jackson?
​In Rising Sun, Maryland, off I-95 South, that’s where the grand wizard and all his brethren would gather. After they’d had a couple of cases of beer, they’d come around Lincoln University, driving around in their cars, hootin’ and hollerin’, shooting at the dormitories.
​I’m sure people talked about doing things about it. I’m sure all the young black men at Lincoln University didn’t sit idly by and let that happen, I guarantee that.
​When Lincoln became coed, there was a new sense of urgency, because now there were young women. You can imagine the trauma of having the Klan shooting up their dorms. Amazingly, nobody ever got hurt.
​We decided we were going to set up a little cadre to go looking for these guys who might return to our campus. We didn’t see any, and that was a good thing, ’cause that would have been ugly. From what I can tell, it never happened again. We made it clear that we weren’t going to tolerate it. I think that often those guys are the most cowardly people.
​It’s always that mob mentality. I’ve never seen a one-on-one situation. Try hanging me by yourself and see what happens. Come at me with no weapon, just your bare hands, and see if you can get me up on a tree. It’s always got to be thirty or forty of them, armed, dragging somebody out of their house.
​It’s still going on today. It’s never stopped.