|Story told by Nevia about her Father, William David Lindsey|
| I was riding in the wagon, with my Father
driving, on the way from our home on Lindsey Cemetery Road to Lexington.
Three men on horseback in Klan Outfits (with faces covered) were
standing in the roadway forcing my Father to stop the wagon. One of the
men told my Father that he was to fire the Colored men he had hired to
help with the farm work. My Father had hired several Colored men who
lived in an out building near our house. The man said that if my Father
did not fire the workers, that he and others would come out to the farm
and force them to leave.
Although their faces were covered, my Father recognized the voice of the man who was talking. He was a relative. My Father told the men that he knew who they were, and showing that he was not afraid, answered that he would not fire the men, and if the Klan members came to his home to try to force them out, he would be waiting for them.
That evening, My Father got out his shotguns and he and the Colored men stood guard armed and ready to shoot if there was trouble.
The Klansmen never came to drive the Colored workers away.
Neither Nevia nor the other members of the family who told this story would reveal the identity of the Klan members because they were concerned that it would hurt the feelings and reputation of their descendants.