Leila Amos Pendleton; Crisis, 1916

Hang there, O my murdered brothers, sons of Ethiopia, our common Mother! Hang there, with faces upturned, mutely calling down vengeance from the Most High God!

Call down vengeance upon this barbarous nation; a nation of hypocrites, time-servers ad gold-worshippers; a nation of ranting, ramping, stamping creatures who call themselves evangelists and who practice the evangel of restriction and proscription; a nation of wolves who hunt in packs and who skulk away if caught alone; a nation always ready to “avenge” itself against the weak, but with moth filled with ready excuses for not attacking the strong.
Hang there until their eyes are unsealed and they behold themselves as they are and as they appear to an amazed world! Hang there until their ears are opened to the ominous sounds of warning! Hang there until their foresworn [sic] souls perceive the true meaning of Liberty and Justice, until they catch a glimmer of the meaning of Christianity.
Martyr to lawless, bigotry, prejudice, if you by dying can accomplish some of these things, Death will have been swallowed up in Victory.