Dear Mr. Alexander,
            I would like to state my problems with our small society now a days to you, and my possible solutions. Maybe if you put them in your paper, others will listen and our society may have a chance of being saved.
            I think that an honest, hard working woman like myself should not be thought of like a helpless squealing babe that can only stay at home and clean, cook, and care for children and men. Men like Johnny Reeves shouldn’t be aloud to preach in public, where he puts down anyone who isn’t a White Anglo Saxon Protestant, that dirty Klansman. Also on that subject the Ku Klux Klan was damn stupid to come to our small town. They threaten, hurt and scare many a good person out of their wits, and if the KKK is lucky, out of this town. Why, I’d change to Catholic just to avoid their evil clutches. I don’t care how they would try and scare me; anything is better then joining those racist, lying, good for nothing, cheating rats!
            I think we can all change these problems if we all look at them in a careful and calculating manner. Firstly, we have to show that women aren’t as helpless as newborn kittens as all men seem to believe. If you men actually gave us women a chance, we would show you that women are as good if not better then men at certain jobs. We should also run Johnny Reeves out of town, that lying scoundrel. He should no longer be allowed to preach his satanic rituals EVER again in this town. The KKK? Well, they’re not as big or bad as they seem. They are all to scared to show their dirty faces or bodies, hiding under those robes of theirs. They act all tough, burning wooden crosses and tossing bricks through windows, but they are like all the ‘bullies’ we learned of as kids.  Everyone single one of us should stand up against them and tell them off. Do this once, and they back away like turtles into their shell, never to bother you again. Those are the ways we can fix our crumbling society in our small town.
             Sincerely,
             Iris Weaver,                                        Restaurant Manager
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear mr. alexander,
             today i have had pickings of flowers in the fields with my friend sara chickering
            she and me
we pick all kinds of herbs and spices and flowers and stuff
we put all our gatherings in my little red wagon with my dolly marry lou
my mama gave me mary lou when I was first born but thinking about my mama
makes the rain fall from my eyes and the sunshine disappear
I don’t know how but sara chickering always makes the sunshine come back out
            and the rain go away
today I went to the temple and prayed to God
            prayed
prayed that the cowards in the ugly robes and pointy hats will stop sending sara  mail
I always thought that people liked to be gettings mail from their friends
            But I know
I know that these letters she does not like one bit
She fears the days when the mail man comes and taps his fist on our door
And when she’s openings the letters with the fancy writing that I can not read
            The rain falls from her eyes
I know that it is my turn to make the sunshine come out
            But I can tell
That somewhere off in the distance the rain will always be falling
            I no that I am not scared of the people in pointy hats
I feel something that I felt when my mama took the train to heaven and sara said that I could not be brinings flowers to mama never
            Never
I want the men dressed in all white to leave
            Forever
i cant be sure what you can be doings about this but I would ask you to make sure that you will be putting the terrible things that the pointy hat people do in you newspaper and reveal the truth
            the Truth
                  your’s Truly,
                 esther hirsh
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Reynard,
            This town has many, many problems, most notably the infestation of our town with Jews and blacks alike. They are overrunning our beautiful town with the devil’s deeds and slowly killing our society. Who knows what will be next, will the nigger girl kill us all? Will the Jews poison our water? No one knows, but we do know they must be stopped. And this is how we will do it.
            We will harass and torture them, get under their skins and drive them crazy. We will attack them and never give them any rest. This is what we will do, and then when they have had enough, they will pack up and leave this town in peace. Join me fellow citizens, and we will drive out the devil.
                        Sincerely,
                        Merlin Van Tornhout

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Mr. Alexander,
neighbor,
oh neighbor.
women are getting
ideas.
            ungodly
ideas.

and
alcohol.
that
            drink of the devil.

and
those underlings of
            satan
            overrunning
our
country.

neighbor,
we must band together.
we must lock our daughters up
until
they
follow
god.

we must catch those bootleggers,
catch them,
and squeeze them,
neighbor,
squeeze them,
until,
they see nothing,
and
they lay limp
upon their ruler.

we must fortify
our homes,
stop
these invaders
from hell.

most of all,
we
must
support
the klan.
they are
            good people.
            100 percent
            americans.
we must
aid them
in their quest
to purify
all
of america.

Sincerely,
Johnny Reeves

Dear Mr. Alexander,
            On the issue regarding the Flapper, I think that it is most definitely not a declining social standard. It is a spring of tightly closed blossoms now blooming. I have also noticed that people tend to be so inflexible that if the United States had dire need of some social change, it would take too long.
            With that I urge people to do something, maybe loosen up. It distresses an aging soul to see such ignorance in people so kind and modest. I wish that we would all see the advantages as well as negatives. Think about job opportunities and even the more. I wish that readers will try to change their views despite Klan influence.
                        Sincerely,
                        Fitzgerald Flit

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Reynard Alexander,
       This town has been taken over by the Klan and we need to do something about it. The people need to unite and overcome our problems.
       I am living with a little girl whose name is Esther Hirsh. A girl who just happens to be Jewish and is living in my house. What do you say about that? The girl is 6 years old and will not be kicked out into the streets with nothing to live on and no way of surviving
      A rock with a message tied to it flew through my window last week, telling me to get this little innocent girl and her father out of my house, or they will come fro me. Tell me, what has Esther or her father ever done to the Klan or any person around them? Nothing. And they surely don’t have any intent on doing anything.
      So why would they threaten me? The people in my house have not bothered a soul in their time with me. The Klan is unfair by making these kind people leave forever.
I suggest that they either be forced to leave town, and if not they should have a meeting that discusses how they are treating the people around them, no matter what race they are. This town must act strong and realize the truth of our actions so we can set them right.
                 Yours Truly,
                 Sara Chickering
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mr. Reynard,
            Iris Weaver Speaking.  We got a problem.  I’m not just saying me, the best of a new woman in this place, but as a town, ‘cause we got a DANG of a problem.  My problem is this.  The Ku Klux Klan.  One thing can cause a hell of a problem, crazy folks. They’ve been killing and hating and I’m DISGUSTED at the danged stuff they’ve been doin’.  They’ve turned Johnny Reeves into the monster us never seen, not like I didn’t know he had it in him, with the terror he preaches…  They’ve been burning crosses, making people ready to jump into the pit of hell, mind you.  Fools, I say, fools.
            I bet you are thinking. Thinking ‘bout how. HOW to do it.  Stop the KKK from ruining our lives and burying us into sand, just like that boy that was more innocent than God’s Lambs.  WE should not be their bait. WE should be “tough to get.” WE should not EVEN DARE TO think of such oath, such horror!  Dang, let’s just stop them into doin’ what we know they could do to us, as a town, as a person, as a COMMUNITY.  All I’m asking, ALL I’m asking, is to NOT. BE. BAIT.
                        Truly,
                        Iris

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sir:
            Ever since those ashy Sutters rolled down into our peaceful haven, I knew we had to change and take control. For almost twelve years we have suffered from Jews and blacks invading our once harmonious Vermont town. They trash it with their stench and bury it with their glowering expressions. Our town is dying from the force these evil devils different and smelling with stench. Yet something has kept me from doing anything about this problem well now I can. That cross-burning that took place three weeks ago not only changed my view but also scared me. Now though I am recovered from the power of the cross and once again have been influenced by the Klan to once again be in the hands of god. Think of this, a woman, cradling her babe in a silk blanket singing it a lullaby passed down from generation to generation. It is dark in the room but it is illuminated by the love gushing between the two. The mother feeds the white bundle of flesh with a small bottle of warm milk occasionally kissing the babes chubby cheeks. The scene shows the image that comes to mind when the word America is said. In contrast when the word killer is said black and Jews haunt my mind. We must protect our babes from these killers, these black and Jewish pigs. Mary my love also is with me when I say we must act.
            I have a solution for this problem that has been haunting our town for ages. We must all join hands with the KKK and find a way to chase those Sutter’s, Hirsh’s, and that Iris Flapper out. This is our town, not some disgrace of a once Pure American town. I say at first we threaten them, and then we attack. We are Americans; we can fight those blacks, Jews, flappers out for we are superior to them. We are smarter, wiser, and have bigger brains. If we have to I think we should burn their sick bodies to forever get away there stench and forever free this town of Satan. Colored folk these days have token over and we must stop them. I say friends tonight we strike. The KKK will be ready for any of their followers to help us chase them out. It’s only for the good of America, the good of our town. We must save our young daughters from being influenced by that Flapper, we must keep our young away from those Jews evil eyes, and once and for all we must kill those colored from touching our newborns. Please friends help us turn America good again.
                   Sincerely,
                   Merlin Van Tornhout

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Mr. Alexander,
            Hey I am a Negro, and I’m not so sure I’m proud of it. The Klan is constantly attacking me, and I don’t know what to do. My mom died when I was younger she froze to death just for me. That lazy cop Percelle Johnson just let her to die there. I don’t know why he didn’t help us, but I think I have a clue. We were black, and nobody would ever think about helping a black folk. It really hurts when a young kid threatens me, and says the Klan is going to burn my father and me. At this point I don’t know what to do, and I just want to leave, and never come back. My dad tries to tell me that I can do it, and I can stand up for myself, but sometime I don’t know if he really understands me.
            The Klan says they are all American, but what is the meaning of American. If it means to terrorize everyone that is not a wasp then I guess I don’t want to be American. The also have something against my dear friend Esther. She is the kindest person in the world, and I don’t know what I would do without her. If the Klan were to take her away from me I would loose all faith.
            Esther is so gullible, but sometime I think that could hurt her. She jumped in front of a train, and she almost got killed. I think Marlin saw her, but because he is too stuck up, and probably part of the Klan he didn’t help her. I think we should get rid of the Klan, and everyone will live peacefully. Constable Johnson should step up and do his job because he is just getting paid for nothing. He almost let the crime with the kid dying slip away. I think if they had stuck with their plan to get away with it they would have.
                 Sincerely
                 Leanora Sutter
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Mr. Alexander,
            Have you noticed this town… which is falling apart because of those possesssed Klan members ?  The ones who send threatning notes through your window, the ones who do anything to get rid of you ?  They’re making the good citizens of this town fight against eachother to see who’s the better race.  People get sucked into the Klan when the dragon leaders use those evil words to brainwash our good minds.  And if they think they’re the only ones in the world who are 100% American, then they should rethink their life.
            For this beuatiful town which is now wrecked by the Ku Klux Klan, we need to restore it from going down the drain, and never coming back.  We should get them out of town and not let them make an imprint in our child’s souls.  We need to ban together and over ride them. They’re getting up into power of the government and we need to put a hault to that.  We cannot let any other citizen who is as human and american as everyone else be killed just because of their religion, or skin color.  We need  to get rid of THEM !
                        Sincerely,
                        Sara Chickering
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mr. Alexander,
            Last night at the dinner table, daddy did tellings Sara Chickering about the coo cluck clan. His hands holding tight, and Daddy was making little white lines on his forehead which make me giggle. Daddy did say they had a fire, and they did do a beatings on a “black.” When I did say a question what blacks are, daddy did say they were just like me only a different color. I do not know what color is, and I was askings of daddy and Sara Chickering. Daddy says they are the color of Leanora, like his morning coffee and Sara Chickerings flourless chocolate cake. I do like that chocolate cake, and I do like Leanora. Sara Chickering did say yes, that’s what a “black” is, so it must be true.  I did also have a wonderings on why the coo cluck clan would be doing that’s to someone. I don’t want anything to happen to Leanora. She is very fun to play with. If she doesn’t feel good from a beating, Leanora couldn’t play with me. What would I do then?
            I know just what to do. Sara Chickering and I are going to take all the cluckymen and put them on the sore back chairs in the corner on a time out. I’ll take all the lemon suckers under their mattresses, and they won’t be allowed to play with their dollies for one month. If they ever have a beatings again, Sara Chickering will make them pay twice as much for rhubarbs, and Daddy won’t sell them no shoes. Then the men will be barefoot, and they won’t dare do anything bad.
                        Hopings you will reads this,
                        Esther Hirsh

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My Good Neighbors,
         The Lord has spoken to his children this very day. He has descended to Earth, neighbor, to keep us pure, and we must not ignore his message. A summer blazing like the fiery inferno of Hell that we are nosediving into has been brought upon us by Him, and this blaze is spreading as quickly as the Negroes do from the cities to the countrysides of His lambs. Neighbor, oh, neighbor, we must rid our town, our homes, our lives, of this filth once and for all; we must clear out those of Satan’s will and return to the Lord’s pastures to graze as one. For we, neighbor, are the children of God, the ones he has chosen to watch over this world for Him when he is preoccupied by other matters, so we must take it upon us, upon our very shoulders, we must start out on the path, my good neighbors, of salvation and righteousness. We, neighbor, must start out on the path to become holy. Holy.
         Our land is a fertile one, presented to us by the Lord Himself. We have humbly accepted His gift, and we must keep it pure. In this conquest we must chase out the imperfections set upon us by the Devil, we must chase them out, we must chase out the colored monsters through force because we have tried, oh, neighbor, we have tried to rid ourselves of them before, but impurity is one great big black animal which must be brought to its knees and broken again and again until it can no longer stand and we can feast upon its very soul.
                  Yours truly,
                  Johnny Reeves

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~