Christ’s editor becomes Christ’s martyr: band the newspaper columns black for Elijah P. Lovejoy, who fired back. They threw his first three presses into the river. They came with guns, stones, hatchets, hammers; they came with whiskey and a mind to attack something as they felt attacked, to break Lovejoy’s words before they got to paper. No one was arrested; it wasn’t a riot. At the wharf, the smashed-up pieces of his fourth press. Although he signed his letters till death or victory, the movement hadn’t thought it could happen to a journalist. Somebody had to be the first.