Chanting that they were neither red nor black nor yellow, ten thousand White Shirts bore fire toward the Capitol. Wes rode in an armored cat in front. Behind was another, containing an enormous petition which, it was said, had a million signatures. The petition asked for the abolition of Negroes. A series of dramatic floats worked variations on the theme, ‘A Final Solution to the Negro Problem’. A slave ship marked BOUND FOR AFRICA held its cargo of men in blackface grimacing through portholes, while above decks the jolly crew of smiling bikini-blondes prettily plied sextant, wheel and telescope. The FINAL SOLUTION MACHINE was likewise ‘manned’. This was a large, silvery box with rotating cogs at the sides. Two bikini-blondes cranked it. Al Jolsons were herded in at one end and canned goods came out at the other. Another float suggested torments awaiting Negroes in the next world. It was a great furnace with many doors that now and then swung shakily open on red glowing scenes; here the b-b’s were equipped with horns and pitchforks, and twirled their tails suggestively as they stoked the crepe-paper fires.
