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This would have been 1933 or so. I think he treated his membership like he treated his familial responsibilities, though. If I have to show up, well... My mother said the Klan (at least in Depression-era south-central Georgia) mainly existed to stomp wife-beaters and shiftless drunkards who wouldn't share their shine. Race was unimportant. They were equal opportunity shit-kickers. I mention this because while in Indiana I remembered name something about those folks having a ready hand with the rope, the Yankee bastards. Now my great-uncle Henry Mobley had a name reputation for shooting name blacks who pissed him off on his plantation, but he only did time for assisting in killing a white man in 1948, his role captured in the book Murder in Coweta County, later a rather shitty made-for-TV movie starring Johnny Cash and Andy Griffith (my father got his Uncle Henry's sentence commuted when he was a State Senator in the fifties).
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