<TITLE>07. Par 22-23</TITLE>L-22 And I noticed sixty miles an hour; I looked back and he continued to stay behind me. And I just watched, and I seen the red light flicker, and I thought, "Well, why don't he pass me; he's got plenty of room?" And I kept waiting. I run my window down and I heard a siren. "Well," I thought, "I'm over as far as I can get." And he pulled around and stopped me. I got out of the car; I thought, "Maybe it's some message that I didn't pick up on a radio, maybe at home my wife or family." I got out of that car just as innocent as I could be.
He said, "I guess you wonder why I stopped you."
I said, "I do, sir."
And he said, "You were breaking the speed laws." Said, "Do you know how fast you were going?"
I said, "Yes, sir." I said, "I was going sixty miles an hour." He said, "That's right. And that's against the law."
I said, "It--isn't it sixty-five in..."
"No, sir," said, it's fifty-five here. You're doing five miles over the speed limit."
"Oh," I said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean..."
Said, "Give me your drivers license; just show me your license."
And I took them from my pocket. And just as soon as he seen that word Reverend, his eyes gleamed with fire. He grabbed out his book and started writing me a ticket for twenty-four dollars and fifty cents.
I said, "Are you going to give me a ticket?"
Said, "You're right. I'm going to give you a ticket."
"Well," I said, "Sir, it's all right. But I didn't see anything."
He said, "Oh, there's a sign right outside the state line. You should've seen it."
"Well," I said, "I'm been setting in a four--snow drift for four days, and I probably just never saw it, sir."
And he said, "All right, you got any cash on you?"
I said, "Just about twelve dollars."
"Well," he said, "you're going to stay right here until you pay it," about ten o'clock at night, or eleven.
I said, "Sir," I told him all what was wrong, and the meat and so forth. That didn't mean a thing to him. So I had to sign a bonafide statement that I would send them the money.

L-23 When I got home I wrote the judge that--of the little city that--little squire that I was to send it to, and I told him, I said, "Sir, I've put twenty--about twenty-five years at that time, twenty-six years in the service of the Lord trying to convert criminals to the Lord Jesus, to try to protect your life as an officer, to try to make better communities, and a better place to live, and decency for families. I've put twenty something years in that service, and I just crossed over your line. I feel that you should forgive me for it." I said, "But your officer would not even consider it at all, which I--maybe he's supposed to do that, and carry out his duties."
"But I'm asking you, as a judge, it isn't the money, it's the principle. My first fine to ever pay, and this has to come out of money that people give me to live on through the church." I said, "If you'll be so kind as to forgive me for it, I'll appreciate it. However, here is the check that's been notarized, that you might know that it's--it's all right."
Brother, he just signed his name across it and took it cold bloodedly. Why? Why? And done through rotten politics, and religious prejudice... Some of them get by with murder. There it is. God won't let His Church exist very long under such things. And the world is corrupted. And the politics is corrupted. And the Church is corrupted.


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