In what can only be described as a travelogue of death, as he went from county to county, state to state, he conveyed the sickening unbearable stench of decomposing black bodies hanging from limbs, rotting in ditches, and clogging the roadways.46 White Southerners, it was obvious, had unleashed a reign of terror and anti-black violence that had reached “staggering proportions.” Many urged the president to strengthen the federal presence in the South.47 Johnson refused, choosing instead, to “preside over … this slow-motioned genocide.”48 The lack of a vigorous—or, for that matter, any—response only further encouraged white Southerners, who recognized that they now had a friend in the White House.49