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OK, I stand corrected on Saunders.  You are obviously more informed on this subject than I am.  I see he wasn't immune to squealing "racism" every time he saw an author like REH writing about people his own color.  Good thing they didn't write about non-white heroes too, or Saunders would have been squealing about cultural appropriation as well.  I now think quite a bit less of him.  Thanks for the tip-off; I do appreciate it.
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You're welcome. More information is always better. In fairness to Saunders, though, I feel I should also quote some of the things that R.E. Howard wrote about race in real life. In reference to a trial in Honolulu where native Hawaiians were accused of rape, he wrote: 

[quote=R.E. Howard]I know what would have happened to them in Texas.  I don’t know whether an Oriental smells any different than a nigger when he’s roasting, but I’m willing to bet the aroma of scorching hide would have the same chastening effect on his surviving tribesman.[/quote]

He also wrote to Novalyne Price saying, 

[quote=R.E. Howard]“[…] I guess you know if a Negro is found on the streets after dark in Coleman, Santa Anna, and several other towns around here, they run him out of town.  Chances are they might tar and feather him.”[/quote]

and after a negative reaction, he returned, 

[quote=R.E. Howard]“Let me tell you something, girl, that you don’t seem to know.  Those people come from a different line.  They have different blood - ”[/quote]

To add, here is the start of his story entitled "The Last White Man", 

[quote=R.E. Howard]THE MAN SHIVERED in the coolness of the early morning. He shifted his body to relieve the pressure on his elbows.

Cautiously he peered up over the great boulder in front of him, and down the mountain side. Fire twinkled there and the man cursed. An obscene song floated up to him and his curses deepened. The song was in a rich, guttural voice.

The man was a wonder, physically. Over six feet in height, his chest and shoulders were those of a giant. Weighing far over two hundred pounds, he yet gave the impression of sinuous speed. His face was sullen, savage, almost primitive, small black eyes glittering through tangled strands of sandy hair. In one hand he clutched a rifle. A curved scimitar of surprising proportions lay beside him.

He was a splendid example of a wonderful race. A race which reached physical perfection, sank to the depths of degeneracy and then regained the heights just before their fall. He was the last. He was thinking as he lay there, watching the camps of his enemies.

What heights his race had reached before luxuries, idleness and pleasures had sapped their might; had made of them a race of degenerate weaklings. He cursed beneath his breath.

There had been an age when his race had ruled the world. Their cities dotted the fertile plains. Their ships had furrowed the seas, bringing back the wealth of every land. Their armies had gone forth conquering and subjugating.[/quote]
cf. https://archive.org/details/howard-collector-05-1964-summer/page/22/mode/2up

And to add a few quotes from later in the story: 

[quote=R.E. Howard]At first the white race held its own.

But not for long. The blacks were physical giants, mighty fighting organisms, whose highest wish was slaughter and plunder.

That century long warfare! The man thrilled with a savage pride as he reviewed the wonderful battle the whites gave, overwhelmed as they were with odds of a hundred to one.[/quote]
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[quote=R.E. Howard]The last white man laughed with savage, unholy glee.

The black race was doomed. They were destroyers, not builders. When they slew the white men, progress ceased. The blacks reverted to savagery. They did not even know the art of making weapons.

They had destroyed and could not rebuild. And they were going back to bestial savagery, and to a slaughtering of one another which even their animal-like rate of birth could not control.

It was dawning. The last white man looked about him; gathered his weapons. The rush would soon come.[/quote]

The story isn't very long - you can read the full text at my link. There are plenty of other writings and stories where Howard shows his thoughts on race. These are just a sampling.
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