<TITLE>23. Par -</TITLE>L-727-200 "He's a Kafir." [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.] That means a "rogue." No wonder they blow up at that name. I would too. That man's my brother. And there he is. He's not a slave. His color is nothing to do with it. He's my brother. There he was like that.
I walked out, I called him, "Thomas." The boy could speak three languages. And I said, "Thomas?"
He turned around, fell on his knees and put his hands up, said, "Yes, master."
I said, "Get up. I'm not your master; I'm your brother." I put my arm around him. He looked over at me like that, and great big tears coming down his cheeks. I said, "Thomas."
And the Holy Spirit come and there was a vision. I told him something. And he said, "Yes, master. That's true. That's just what it was."
I said, "Thomas, the cough has left you; you'll never have it no more." And he didn't.
People slipping money in my pocket; I had about a hundred and eighty of those pound notes (means two dollars and eighty cents). And I was afraid to give it to him, afraid the boss would find him with that, they'd think he stole it and then they'd beat him to death. Then I--I said to the boss; I said, "I--I love that boy. Let me give him some money."
"Oh, no, no. You'll spoil him."
I said, "You're pretty well spoiled. (See?) What are you laying around here? And you do nothing. That boy does all the work and you let him half starve to death. He's got a--a widowed mother and afflicted sister, and then you let him have a dollar--two dollars and eighty cents a month." I said, "You'll reap someday for that. There's two million whites and about a hundred million colored. You'll have an uprise."
Said, "Don't you say that in America, what goes on here."
I said, "Who's going to tell me to hold my peace? Only God." Said, "No wonder the people's got a complex, being treated like that." [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.] There you are. And I took up for them.

L-728-209 One day a couple ministers, collars turned around, little mustache, they come up to Rhodesia. A little old green pilot flew me into one of them tropical storms, then went a two-mile, I was like high in the air, flipping around. We didn't know whether was upside down; the plane turning over and over and over. And finally it... We didn't know whether it was going down or up. And finally it throwed us above the storm. And I was so sick at my stomach when we got off.
Couple of those ministers, Pentecostal ministers, got in a car and was driving me on down to Pretoria. I come down from Southern Rhodesia; and I got down there and I was sick anyhow. And Brother Baxter setting there, sick, and Billy Paul, sick. And here we was driving right down through the compound; that's where the colored people that does something has to leave their tribe, some tribal sin, and they come in there. And they won't let them come in the city, so they just live under tin or anything they can, very dirty and things is true.


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