The Negro brain, Mencken wrote in 1910, "is not fitted for the higher forms of mental effort." This from the same man who probably did more to help black writers—including the likes of W.E.B. Du Bois, Langston Hughes, and James Weldon Johnson—get into mainstream print than any other white magazine editor of his day. Mencken wrote blistering attacks on the horror of lynchings, the injustice of segregation, the stupidity of the Ku Klux Klan. And yet, even in his wistful memoir "Happy Days" he drops race bombs: casually implying that it was implausible that a cop could hit "a bad nigger too hard." But then, in 1948, just two weeks before the debilitating stroke that silenced his typewriter, Mencken's final column in The Sun championed the cause of black and white tennis players who had been arrested in Druid Hill Park for playing on segregated courts, calling the park board's ban on interracial play "irrational and nefarious" and lamenting that "the spirit of the Georgia cracker" could be found in Maryland.