The Ku Klux Klan lynches black men, 1868, Eye-Witness Account by former slave Ben Johnson TEXT

I was born in Orange County [North Carolina] and I belong to Mr. Gilbert Gregg near Hillsboro. I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout my mammy and daddy, but I had a brother Jim who was sold to dress young misses fer her weddin’. The tree is still standing where I set under an’ watch them sell Jim. I set dar an’ I cry an’ cry, especially when they puts the chains on him an’ carries him off, an’ I ain’t never felt so lonesome in my whole life. I ain’t never hear from Jim since an’ I wonder now sometimes if’en he’s still living.

I knows that the master was good to us an’ he fed an’ clothed us good. We had our own garden an’ we was gitten’ long all right.

I seed a whole heap of Yankees when they comed to Hillsboro an’ most of them ain’t got no respect for God, man, nor the devil. I can’t remember so much about them though cause we lives in town... an’ we has a gyard.

The most that I can tell you ‘bout is the Klu Klux. I never will forget when they hung Cy Guy. They hung him for a scandalous insult to a white woman an’ they comed after him a hundred strong.

They tries him there in the woods, an’ they scratches Cy’s arm to get some blood, an’ with that blood they writes that he shall hang ‘tween the heavens and the earth till he is dead, dead, dead, and that any nigger what takes down the body shall be hanged too.

Well sir, the next morning there he hung, right over the road an’ the sentence hanging over his head. Nobody would bother with that body for four days an’ there it hung, swinging in the wind, but the fourth day the sheriff comes an’ takes it down.

There was Ed an’ Cindy, who before the war belonged to Mr Lynch an’ after the war he told them to move. He gives them a month and they ain’t gone, so the Ku Kluxes gets them.

It was on a cold night when they came and dragged the niggers out of bed. They carried them down in the woods an’ whup them, then they throes them in the pond, their bodies breakin’ the ice. Ed comes out an’ come to our house, but Cindy ain’t been seen since.

Sam Allen in Caswell County was told to move an’ after a month the hundred Ku Klux came a-totin’ his casket an’ they tells him that his time has come an’ if he wants to tell his wife goodbye an’ say his prayers; hurry up.

They set the coffin on two chairs an’ Sam kisses his old woman who’s a-crying, then he kneels down beside his bed with his head on the pillar an’ his arms thrown out in front of him.

He sits there for a minute an’ when he rose he had a long knife in his hand. Before he could be grabbed, he done kill two of the Klu Kluxes with the knife, an’ he done gone out of the door. They ain’t catch him neither, and the next night when they came back, determined to get him, they shot another nigger by accident.

Bob Boylan falls in love with another woman, so he burns his wife an’ four youngsters up in their house.

The Ku Kluxes gets him, of course, an’ they hangs him high on the old red oak on the Hillsboro Road, After they hanged him, his lawyer says to us boys: “Bury him good, boys, just as good as you’d bury me if I was daid.”

I shook hands with Bob before they hanged him an’ I helped bury him too an’ we bury him nice an’ we all hopes that he done gone to glory.