The Augusta Courier

Ellis Arnall
"Fouls the Nest"
Of Own People

Editor's Note:
Below we reprint a letter written by a citizen of Detroit, Michigan, to Herman Talmadge, the Editor of the Statesman.
We reprint this letter in order to give you an idea of some of the antics of Ellis Gibbs Arnall, ex-Governor of Georgia when he lectures on the poor white trash of Georgia to the negroes and Communists in the great cities in the East and Midwest.

A REPORT ON MR. ARNALL
Editor, The Statesman:

Herewith enclosed, you will find the writer's money order for a renewal of his subscription to "The Statesman."
Your newspaper is a wealth of information to one who is located in the wilds of the North. too far from the good old Mason & Dixon Line. More than that, through reading your publication, one derives a sentimental feeling of aesthetic association with the Spirit of the Confederacy.
It is believed that no one is able fully to appreciate the sentimental value of the Spirit of the cherished Confederacy unless one is a resident of the North. and thus compelled to appreciate it by the acidity of the conditions surrounding one there.
The writer had correspondence with your esteemed and greatly lamented father in the past: in fact, the writer had once aspired to taking a trip to the great State of Georgia, to see the beauties of your State, and to visit your father and his distinguished colleagues, but circumstances ultimately did not permit.
The writer once met the now former Governor of Georgia, your late father's political opponent, at a political meeting here in Detroit. Complete and thorough disgust and disappointment was experienced by the writer upon observation of the entirely tawdry, hackneyed, servile, and utterly and pitifully cringing methods which the mentioned gentleman employed to enhance his political fame and glitter. For example, the room was filled with negroes, and the "Governor" (then) rose on the platform and began a nincompoopish tirade against the traditions of the Old South and ranted about his great friendship with that great negrophile, Henry Wallace, how he "reformed" the uneducated people of Georgia, and how he craftily eliminated the poll tax in Georgia so that "every one, whether he be white or black" (and you may be sure of the black) "may vote!" The colored listeners, who constituted 90% of the audience, cheered, shouted, screeched, screamed and applauded to the point of exhaustion upon hearing such negrophile propaganda from the lips of one who was a Southerner. The South would certainly never have him now.
Several of the white Southern ladies and gentlemen in the audience rose in absolute disgust and departed from the room. The writer decided to remain merely to observe what further heights of insanity the affair would reach, and assuredly it did.
When the speech was finished, the "Governor" descended from the platform, and the colored people clambered from the chairs in the auditorium to surround and surfeit the smiling and ever beaming "Governor."
The "Governor" shook hands with every single one of them, laughed with them, jested with them, and generally effected everything that tended to lend to an atmosphere of complete and unfettered, hybrid social equality.
One negro man brought his son and introduced him to the "Governor," whereupon the "Governor" immediately capitalized the situation by extending the hand of cordiality to both of them. It is recalled that the "Governor" inquired if the negro son of the negro man were attending college, and when the negroes both responded in the affirmative, the "Governor" instantaneously gushed with pleasure and gratification upon being informed of the evident progress of the negro race!
After that, (you see, there was no limitation to the obstreperous departure from convention the affair evolved,) everyone, regardless of color, proceeded into the "English Room" of the Book Cadillac Hotel to consume punch and exchange further jovialities.
The "Governor" shook hands continually with all of his tinted admirers.
The writer then departed, completely immersed in aversion and dejection.
The above all occurred on June 28, 1945, at the Book Cadillac Hotel in Detroit, Mich.
It is at the thought of such uncherished events that the writer fervidly hopes that the State of Georgia soon shall be favored with an administration that will grant assistance to the development in Georgia of an era of calm, prosperity, justice, and tranquility, with adherence to the sacred, and undefiled, principles of a dignified, serene, and ever cherished White Supremacy.

Thomas P. Pantoleon,
Detroit, Michigan.