On 6 July 1944, I went over the 162nd Street Service Club, Camp Hood, Texas, and was there a short while and started on my way to my barracks on the bus. I rode the bus and got off at the Central Bus Station, and sat down on a seat to wait for my bus to go to the barracks. It was approximately ten minutes after ten when I arrived at the Bus Station. About ten minutes later a bus pulled into the Bus Station and I was there on the outside, sitting down on a seat along side of the Bus Station building. I saw a white lady step off the bus and start into the bus station. A colored Lt. also got off the bus and was directing obscene language at her, he said, “You better quit fuckin’ with me.” That’s all I heard him say at that time. He said this in the presence of a large number of ladies and children, and it was plainly heard by those present. I then heard the white lady say to the colored Lt. whom I later learned to be 2nd Lt. Jack R. Robinson, “I’m going to report you,” and the Lt. repeated a second time, what he had just said to her. I then went into the Bus Station and called the MP headquarters. When I went outside again the MP patrol car had already arrived. I asked the driver of the patrol car if he had a colored Lt., and the Lt. turned to me and said, “You better quit fuckin’ with me.” He also said to the MP driver, “There’s no God-damned son-of-a-bitch going to tell me where to sit. The driver told me that he wanted me to go along, with him to MP headquarters with him as a witness, and ordered me to get in back of the truck. When the white lady had first stepped of the bus and started toward the Bus Station Lt. Robinson was approximately three paces behind her, following her, and he turned around and went back into the bus driver, and at that time I went into the Bus Station to call the MP’s, but I heard him using some very obscene and vulgar language; I distinctly heard him say “son-of-a-bitch,” and some other words which I could not hear plainly. He was talking in a course, rough and harsh tone of voice and could be heard plainly by all the women and children and soldiers present. His conduct, generally, was very unbecoming to an officer and a gentleman. I got in the MP truck and came to the MP Headquarters, and upon arrival there I was telling the Sergeant of the Guard that I was present, and what I had seen and heard at that time the colored Lt. turned to me and said, “If I ever see you again, I’ll break you in two.” I turned to the Sergeant of the Guard and said, “Sergeant, I would like that to be a matter of record, that the Lt. threatened me and I would have the names of all the men present who heard that.” About that time Captain Wigginton, the Camp Officer of the Day, entered the Guard Room and I reported my story of what I had seen and heard and this colored Lt. interrupted me two times and had to be called down by Captain Wigginton. I was interrupted when he threatened me, and he accused me of calling him a damn nigger. Captain Wigginton called him down that time and told him that he would talk to him later and not to interrupt me. I had not at any time called the Lt. a “nigger,” and had not at any time spoken to nor said anything to the Lt. I was talking to the Sergeant of the Guard, and the Lt. was just jumping on me because I was telling him what I had heard. I had told the Sergeant of the Guard what I had seen and heard, and Lt. Robinson said, “I have my rights, this is a democracy, shh_,” and I understood him to say, “shit,” but not in a very audible tone, however there were other witnesses present in the Guard Room at that time.