“Living and Dying in Boston,” by Francis Russell, from National Review, November 23, 1973
At half past nine of an early September evening the young woman in the flowered dress walks along Blue Hill Avenue down the slope from franklin Park…
six young Negroes step out of the darkness...Shouting obscenities they encircle her, shove her from one to the other like a rag doll...
They order her to pour gasoline on her...finally she gives in...
One of the gang flicks a lighted match at her...She takes fire like a torch, and they run off, laughing and jeering...
Four hours later she is dead...
She was Evelyn Wagler...
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National Review does not run stories like this anymore, but the behavior of many Negroes has not improved.
At half past nine of an early September evening the young woman in the flowered dress walks along Blue Hill Avenue down the slope from franklin Park…
six young Negroes step out of the darkness...Shouting obscenities they encircle her, shove her from one to the other like a rag doll...
They order her to pour gasoline on her...finally she gives in...
One of the gang flicks a lighted match at her...She takes fire like a torch, and they run off, laughing and jeering...
Four hours later she is dead...
She was Evelyn Wagler...
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National Review does not run stories like this anymore, but the behavior of many Negroes has not improved.
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