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In the mythology of the movement, Amite County
is a synonym for the Ninth Circle of Hell.
It was to impoverished, remote Amite County, in
southwest Mississippi, that SNCC's Bob Parris came in august of
1961 to attempt SNCC's pilot project in voter registration. Beaten
twice and jailed thrice, Parris left for the state capital in
Jackson after four melancholy months.
It was in Amite that Herbert Lee, a
fifty-two-year-old father of nine children, was murdered by E.H.
Hurst, a member of the Mississippi state legislature.
It was in Amite that farmer Louis Allen, a
witness to lee's slaying, was shotgunned to death in his home,
after he had spoken to the Justice Department about the Lee
murder.
It was Amite that saw not a single white
volunteer during the 1964 Summer Project because of its legacy of
lawlessness.
It was Amite that until July of 1965 had only
one registered Negro voter in the whole country, despite a Negro
population majority of 55 percent.
It is Amite that twelve years after Brown v.
Board of education does not have a single classroom desegregated,
two years after the 1964 civil rights act does not have a single
public facility desegregated, and a year after the 1965 act does
not have a federal voting registrar.
It is Amite that has never experienced a
civil-rights march, a sit-in, or even a picket line.
It is rural, red-clayed Amite that the movement
has bled itself dry trying to break the century-old trap of
terror, poverty, and fear.
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Amite is about eighty miles south of Jackson on
the Louisiana border. Its county seat is the hamlet of Liberty,
population 652.
More than half of the total population of the
county is Negro, but only 40 percent of the 13,000 eligible voters
are Negro. Because of the hopeless cycle of poverty, many Negroes
escape to Baton Rouge, New Orleans, and Chicago while still in
their teens. Sociologists have estimated that Negro Emigration
from Mississippi is 40 percent. Amite is becoming a place for the
very old and the very young.
Although many Negroes in Amite own their own
farms, most of them are marginal. Attendance at all-Negro Central
High each autumn falls below 50 percent because so many children
are required to chop cane and pick cotton on the farms. While this
makes the farmer less vulnerable to economic reprisals, it does
led to frequent acts of physical violence.
More than 90 percent of the Negro homes have no
heating system or indoor toilet. Only a few have telephones.
Almost all rely on hand-dug wells for water. Food must be
purchased in Liberty, where Negroes are still beaten up on the
street on whim, and where no white has ever stood trial for
violence against a Negro.
The sheriff of Amite is six feet, five inch
Daniel Jones. His father, Brian Jones, is the Klan leader in the
county.
Amite does not have a white, business-oriented
middle class that has made Greenville, in the delta, an oasis of
decency, or a merchant class that finally, in 1965, helped halt
the reign of terror in nearby McComb. It was Hodding Carter's
Greenville Delta-Democrat Times, and later, Oliver Emmerich's
McComb Enterprise-Journal, that spread the message of
compliance and moderation. the only newspaper in Amite is a racist
sheet called the Liberty Herald.
Amite seems outside the flow of history, a
backward enclave insulated from the passage of time. it has not
only missed the civil rights movement, but the Industrial
Revolution as well. There are no factories, no shopping centers,
no unions in the county. The longed-for educated, civilized white
moderate isn't in hiding; he doesn't exist in Amite.
This chapter is an attempt to chronicle the
descent of three young Dantes into this one particular hell. this
trio of pioneers did not abandon hope, but brought hope to this
Ninth Circle.
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Liberty is one of the oldest towns in Mississippi,
its founding dating back to 1805. Among the earliest settlers in
Amite were the poor whites--the "peckerwoods"--who were
pushed out of the area around Natchez by the
cotton-plantation-owning class of aristocrats. As the South moved
toward the Civil war, great tensions developed between the rural
peckerwoods of Amite and the affluent, genteel planters of
Natchez. When the war began, the residents of Natchez voted to
remain in the Union, while the poor whites of Amite chose
secession.
After the Civil war, Amite was over 60 percent
Negro, there were Negro sheriffs and a powerful Republican Party
organization. But after the historic Compromise of 1876 ended
reconstruction, the pattern of Negro disenfranchisement came to
Amite, as it did to all of the South. Negroes were lynched, driven
off land they owned, beaten, and their right to vote taken away.
most Negroes who own their own land in Amite today do so only
because one of their ancestors fought for it with guns or fists.
Most of the Amite Negroes, however, fled to the rich soil of the
delta, where cheap labor was needed to clear the swamps for the
future plantations.
The diminution of Negro power in the county has
continued all through the twentieth century. the only Negro
resistance to this trend came during the 1930s when several of
Huey Long's Share the Wealth leagues sprang up in the area, but
they were violently suppressed. the remote rurality and the
backward poverty of Amite have been the laws of the vise that has
bled the Amite Negro since Reconstruction.
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Robert Parris Moses grew up in a housing
project on the edge of Harlem. But somehow he was not swallowed up
by the squalor and violence of the ghetto like so many of his
contemporaries. Instead, gifted with a philosophical and poetic
mind, he went downtown at age thirteen, as a result of high grades
on a competitive examination, to virtually all-white, academically
superior, Stuyvesant High School. There Parris not only compiled
outstanding grades, but was captain of Stuyvesant's championship
basketball quintet, and vice-president of his graduating class.
Parris then went, on a scholarship, to
predominantly white Hamilton College in Clinton, New York, where
again he excelled in both scholarship and sports. It was at
Hamilton that a French instructor introduced him to the writings
of Albert Camus, whose melancholy morality was to make a lasting
impact on his thinking. Almost a decade later, addressing
volunteers at Oxford, Ohio, for the Mississippi Summer Project,
Parris compared racism to Camus' plague, and the volunteers to the
sanitary squads.
From Hamilton, Parris went on to graduate
school at Harvard, and received a master's degree in philosophy in
1957. Afterward Parris began to teach math at one of New York
City's elite private schools--Horace Mann, in the Riverdale
section of the Bronx. Nothing in his first twenty-four
years--spent increasingly in the white world--seemed to indicate
that Parris was destined to become a myth-shrouded legend to
thousands of young radicals, and to have his picture hang in
sharecropper shack in the delta next to Abraham Lincoln's and John
F. Kennedy's.
Folk singer Bob Cohen, who lived with Parris in
Manhattan from September of 1960 until he left for Amite in July
of 1961, remembers him as "extraordinarily quiet, abstract .
. . really involved with his students and reading a lot--Bertrand
Russell and Camus in French. . . . Yet I always had the sense he
was very busy in his head all the time."
Cohen met Parris at the Maine Folk Dance Camp
in June of 1960, and recalls, "One of the few times I can
remember Bob's face really lit up was when he was folk dancing. He
loved it. I remember sometimes we would be coming home late from a
party or something, and if Bob had had a good time, he would start
dancing down Amsterdam Avenue. he could be very free and gay
then."
Cohen, who named his first child after his
roommate, says, "Bob hardly ever talked about going back
South after his trip in June of 1960. . . . The only hint I got of
the deep feeling he had about going back South was that he would
sit for hours and listen to a record of Odetta singing, 'I'm Going
Back to the Red Clay Country'."
Nineteen hundred and sixty-one, when Parris
went back to the red clay of Amite and Pike counties, marked the
first time a SNCC worker tried to live in and become part of a
community. It was the first time SNCC engaged in voter
registration. It was probably the most creative and heroic single
act anyone in the New Left has attempted. Certainly much of the
subsequent history of the New left has flowed from the existential
act of Parris disappearing alone into the most violent and
desolate section of Mississippi.
As a consequence of that deed and his own
selfless personality, Parris occupies a legendary niche in the New
left. He has been compared to Danilo Dolci, Hesse's Siddhartha,
and Prince Kropotkin. Perhaps the reverential feeling about this
shy, often sad prophet was best expressed by Dick Gregory when he
introduced Parris to the mammoth Berkeley teach-in in may of 1965
with these words:
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I refused to do my act a few minutes
ago because it was too light. Now it's dark enough, but I
looked over my shoulder and found some light that I must
get rid of first. this is a young man who has done more
for my life without even knowing it to make me commit my
life for right over wrong. Thank goodness I happened to be
in the right place at the right time when he was speaking
in his own little way.
Many times I listened to him when he
though I was asleep in jail; many times I overheard him in
the sharecropping fields of Mississippi. I'd like to
postpone my act for another few minutes and bring to the
stand a man who to me and to many people, will stand up
among the greatest human beings who have ever walked the
face of the earth. I don't have to say any more. I would
like to present to you a man--Bob Parris |
The series of events that propelled Parris into
the Ninth Circle of Amite began during the simmer of 1960. It was
then that Parris, while traveling through Mississippi trying to
recruit Negro students to attend SNCC's October founding
conference, met Amzie Moore, the indomitable leader of the NACCP
chapter in Cleveland, Mississippi. In the course of several
conversations Moore convinced the twenty-five-year-old SNCC field
secretary he should quit his teaching job and return tot he delta
the following summer to begin a voter-registration campaign.
Parris agreed, and in November the popular Negro magazine, Jet,
printed a short item describing the projected venture. Amite
County's NAACP founder and leader, E.W. Steptoe, saw the Jet
item, and along with Pike County leader C.C. Bryant, wrote a
letter to Parris in New York, suggesting he change his plans and
try to organize a project in southwest Mississippi. At that point
only 38 of 9,000 Pike county Negroes were registered to vote, and
one of 5,500 in Amite was eligible to vote, according to Civil
Rights Commission figures. Parris, who was
encountering unexpected difficulty in finding a church willing to
house a voter-registration school in the delta, agreed to come to
the Amite-Pike region. Civil-rights workers had
not even tried to enter Mississippi until 1952. According to
Elizabeth Sutherland, in her Letters from Mississippi, the
"first 'agitator' was shot and killed, the second was shot
and run out of the state." Next came Bob Parris in July, of
1961, without a grand scheme, lacking any concrete experience in
voter registration. On August 7th the SNCC Pike
County voter-registration school opened up in a hamlet called
Burglundtown in a two-story structure, which included a grocery
store below and a Masonic meeting hall above. The only teacher was
Parris, and the student body consisted of about 20 Negroes, half
of them too young to vote. After the first class
four persons went tot he registrar's office in nearby magnolia,
the county seat, and three of them registered without incident.
Three Negroes went down on August 9th, and two registered
successfully. The next night one of the Pike County Negroes who
had attempted to register was shot at by a white farmer. The next
day only two people showed up at the voter-registration school. Parris
then went into Amite, living on Steptoe's farm. On August 15th, he
accompanied an old farmer named Ernest Isaac and two middle-aged
women, Bertha Lee Hughes and Matilda Schoby, tot he courthouse in
Liberty. The trio managed to fill out a form, but not to take the
test. As they were driving out of Liberty, toward McComb, their
car was flagged down by a highway patrolman, who told Isaac, the
driver, to get out and come into the police car. Isaac
quickly complied, but Parris also got out of the car and asked the
officer why. He was pushed and ordered back into the car. At that
point the patrolman arrested Parris for "impeding an officer
in the discharge of his duties." Taken to McComb, Parris was
fined fifty dollars, and for the first of man times saw the inside
of a Mississippi jail, as he spent two days in prison, fasting,
rather than pay the fine. On the Monday, August
28th, Parris started a voter-registration class at Mt. Pilgrim
Church, the first in the history of Amite County. The next day he
went with Reverend Alfred Knox and Curtis Dawson to the courthouse
in Liberty to try to register. A block from the courthouse they
were met by Billy Jack Caston, a cousin of the sheriff and the
son-in-law of state representative E.H. Hurst. Without
saying a word, Caston walked up to Parris and knocked him down
with a punch to the temple. He then proceeded to pummel Parris for
several minutes with punches to the head and ribs. Parris just sat
in the street trying to protect himself as best he could in the
traditional nonviolent position, his head between his knees and
his arms shielding his face. Reverend Knox tried to pull Caston
off his victim, but white bystanders ordered him not to intervene. Knox
and Dawson never made it to the courthouse. Instead they picked up
the semiconscious Parris and drove him to Steptoe's farm. Steptoe
later recalled, "I didn't recognize Bob at first he was so
bloody. I just took off his tee-shirt and wrong out the blood like
it had just been washed." Then Steptoe drove Parris to a
Negro doctor in McComb, who took eight stitches in his scalp. The
next day Amite experienced another first: Parris filed assault and
battery charges against Caston, the first time in that area a
Negro had challenged the right of a white man to beat him up at
will. The warrant was made out by the county district attorney
after the county judge refused. The trial was
held in the Liberty courthouse on August 31st. More than 100
whites, many of them openly armed, jammed the courtroom for the
spectacle. While on the stand, Parris was asked by Caston's
attorney whether he had participated in riots the year before in
Japan or San Francisco. After his testimony Parris--the
plaintiff--was told by the sheriff he had better leave the
courthouse because he could not guarantee his safety. So before
the trial ended in Caston's acquittal, Parris was given a police
escort to the Pike County line. *
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Meanwhile, two other crucial events were happening
during the month of August. One was a SNCC staff meeting at the
Highlander Folk School in Tennessee. At that meeting the fledgling
organization was divided into two camps, one favoring direct
action on the order of the sit-ins and the freedom rides, and the
other suggesting the innovation of voter registration. Hints from
the Kennedy Administration that it would look favorably on
voter-registration activities, plus financial support from the New
World and other foundations, strengthened the voter-registration
group in SNCC. After prolonged debate, SNCC decided to adopt
"an all-out revolutionary program encompassing both mass
direct action and voter registration drives."
The second thing to happen during August was the
gradual emergence from jail in Jackson of the first group of
freedom riders. Four of these freedom riders, Reggie Robinson of
Baltimore, John hardy of Nashville, Travis Britt of New York, and
MacArthur Cotton of Jackson, were to join Parris before the month
was over. Also, direct-action partisans like Marion Barry came to
McComb during August and sparked a series of sit-ins and protest
marches.
fifteen-year-old McComb high-school, Brenda
Travis, and five friends sat-in and were arrested. her companions
were sentenced to eight months for "breach of the
peace," and Brenda was turned over to juvenile authorities
and sentenced to one year in the state school for delinquents.
Later, more than 100 of Brenda's classmates at Burgland High
School marched through McComb to protest her severe sentence and
expulsion from school. They were all arrested as they knelt
praying at the steps of the city hall.
More violence in Liberty.
On September 5th, Parris and Travis Britt
accompanied four Negroes to the courthouse. In this pamphlet,
Revolution in Mississippi, Tom Hayden recorded Britt's terse
description of the events that followed:
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There was a clerk directly across the
hall who came rushing out while we were waiting, and
ordered us to leave the hallway. He said he didn't want a
bunch of people congregating in the hallway. So we left
and walked around the building to the courthouse, near the
registrar's window. By the time we reached the back of the
building a group of white men had filed into the hall. . .
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They were talking belligerently.
Finally one of the white men came to the end of the hall
as if looking for someone. He asked us if we knew Mr.
Brown. We said no. He said, you boys must not be from
around here. We said he was correct.
This conversation was interrupted by
another white man who approached Bob Moses (Parris) and
started preaching to him: how he should be ashamed of
coming down here from New York stirring up trouble,
causing poor innocent people to lose their homes and jobs,
and how he (Bob) was lower than dirt on the ground for
doing such things, and how he should get down on his knees
and ask God forgiveness for every sin in his lifetime.
Bob asked him why the people should
lose their homes just because they wanted to register to
vote. The white gentleman did not answer the question, but
continued to preach. He said that the Negro men were
raping the white women up North, and that he wouldn't
allow such a thing to start down here in Mississippi. . .
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At this point Bob turned away and sat
on the stoop of the courthouse porch, and the man talking
to him took a squatting position. Nobody was saying
anything. I reached into my pocket and took out a
cigarette. A tall white man, about middle-aged, wearing a
khaki shirt and pants stepped up to me and asked,
"Boy, what's your business?" at which point I
knew I was in trouble.
The clerk from the hallway came to the
backdoor leading to the courthouse with a smile on his
face and called to the white man, "Wait a minute,
wait a minute!" At this point the white man, who they
called Bryant, hit me on my right eye. Then I saw this
clerk motion his head as if to call the rest of the
whites.
They came and all circled around me,
and this fellow that was called Bryant hit me on my jaw
and then on my chin. Then he slammed me down; instead of
falling I stumbled onto the courthouse lawn. The crowd
(about 15, I think) followed, making comments. He was
holding me so tight around the collar, I put my hands on
my collar to ease the choking.
This set off a reaction of punches from
this fellow they called Bryant; I counted fifteen; he just
kept hitting and shouting, "Why don't you hit me,
nigger?" I was beaten into a semi-consciousness
state. My vision was blurred by the punch to the eye. I
heard Bob yell to cover my head to avoid further blows to
me face. . . .
Bob took me by the arm and took me to
the street, walking cautiously to avoid any further kicks
or blows. The Negro fellow that had been taking the
registration test gave up in the excitement, and we saw
him in his truck. . . . |
This incident, in the heart of the hell Bob Parris
says isn't real unless you're there, went unreported in the
national press. this was still three years before the Summer
Project, and such beatings administered to blacks were so
commonplace as not to fit the definition of news. Such beatings,
however, turned out to have considerable news content in 1964,
when the bloodied recipients were white students from "good
families" in the North. In 1961 the blood of Parris and Britt
was invisible.
The beating had its desired effect. Attendance at
meetings and voter-registration classes dwindled to almost
nothing. The small group of SNCC workers walked the back roads
from dawn to dusk in a vain search for Negroes willing to try to
register in Liberty. "But the farmers were no longer willing
to go down," Parris later recalled, "and for the rest of
the month of September we just had a rough time."
Amite's unchecked, legally sanctioned violence
became murder on September 25th, when Hubert Lee was shot to death
in front of the Liberty cotton gin by E.H. Hurst.
The day before, Parris had met with Steptoe and
John Doar of the Justice Department at Steptoe's farm. Steptoe had
told Doar that Hurst, whose land is adjacent to his, had publicly
threatened to kill him and Herbert Lee. Lee had attended
voter-registration classes and had volunteered a few days before
to attempt to register in Liberty, the first individual to do so
since the beating of Britt.
Lee was shot once in the brain by Hurst's .38
caliber revolver. It happened about noon in front of a dozen
witnesses, including several Negroes. Lee, wearing his farmer's
overalls and field boots, was sitting in the cab of his pick-up
truck, and fell out into the gutter when he was shot. For two
hours his body lay in a pool of blond, uncovered and swarmed over
by insects. Finally, a coroner from McComb came and picked it up.
That same afternoon a coroner's jury in Liberty met, and ruled
that lee was killed in self-defense.
Parris felt responsible for Lee's death, just as
three years later he was to feel himself responsible for the
deaths of Goodman, Chaney, and Schwerner. For the next three
nights, from sundown till almost sunup, he walked and rode
through the mist-shrouded rolling hills of Amite, knocking on
strange doors, seeking the three Negro witnesses. Fighting off
exhaustion, waking up families that had to get up at 5 a.m.,
Parris finally found the Negro farmers who had witnessed the
slaying.
But none was willing to tell a grand jury the
truth. instead they told Parris that the sheriff and deputy
sheriff had warned them to tell everyone that Lee, who was about
five feet four, had tried to hit Hurst, who is six feet three,
with a tire iron.
One of the three witnesses was a farmer named
Louis Allen. Late in October a federal grand jury convened to
consider an indictment of Hurst. it was then that Allen drove to
McComb to inform Parris he had changed his mind, and would tell
the truth about Lee's death if he was guaranteed federal
protection.
Parris called the Justice Department in Washington
but was told it was "impossible" to provide Allen with
protection. So Allen testified tot he federal jury that Hurst had
killed Lee in self-protection. Six months later a deputy sheriff
told Allen he knew he had contacted the Justice Department, and he
broke Allen's jaw with a flashlight. On January 31, 1964, Allen
was found dead on his front porch as a result of three shotgun
blasts.
Tormented by the shadows of guilt, Parris has
tried to make Herbert Lee a symbol for all the hundreds of
Mississippi Negroes who have been lawlessly murdered by whites.
Whenever he spoke in the North in 1962 or 1963 he would talk about
Herbert Lee, and soon thousands of young people knew of this one
murder out of many. Lee was also memorialized in a song,
"Never Turn Back," written in 1963 by Bertha Gober, a
wide-eyed teenager from Albany, Georgia. For a while the song, a
dirge sung at a workers in Mississippi. Its final verse goes:
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Never Turn Back
By Bertha Gober
We have
hung our heads and cried
Cried for
those like Lee who died
Died for
you and died for me
Died for
the cause of equality
No, we'll
never turn back
No, we'll
never turn back
Until
we've all been freed
And we
have equality
And we have equality |
The murder of Lee broke the back of whatever
had been stirring in Amite. few Negroes were willing to be seen
talking to Parris or to the other "freedom riders," as
they were called by both Negroes and whites. The tiny flicker of
hope from Parris' candle went out, and Amite's Negroes were left
to curse the darkness.
A month later Parris went to jail for two
months in Pike County for leading a march of 118 high-school
students to the McComb city hall. From the magnolia jail he
smuggled out a note tot he SNCC office in Atlanta. The last few
paragraphs illuminate Parris' speculative and poetic turn of mind.
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Later on, Hollis [Hollis Watkins, now
a member of SNCC's executive committee] will lead out
with a clear tenor into a freedom song. Talbert and
Lewis will supply jokes, and McDew [Chuck McDew, then
SNCC's chairman] will discourse on the history of the
black man and the Jew. McDew--a black by birth and a jew
by choice, and a revolutionary by necessity--has taken
on the deep loves and the deep hates which America, and
the world, reserve for those who dare to stand in a
strong sun and cast a sharp shadow.
In the words of Judge Brumfield, who
sentenced us, we are 'cold calculators" who design
to disrupt the racial harmony (harmonious since 1619) of
McComb into racial strife and rioting; we, he said, are
the leaders who are causing young children to be led
like sheep to the pen and be slaughtered (in a legal
manner).
"Robert," he was addressing
me, "haven't some of the people from your school
been able to go down and register without violence here
in Pike Country?" I thought to myself that
Southerners are most exposed when they boast. . . .
This is Mississippi, in the middle of
the iceberg. Hollis is leading off with his tenor,
"Michael row the boat ashore, Alleluia; Christian
brothers don't be slow, Alleluia; Mississippi's next to
go, Alleluia." This is a tremor in the middle of
the iceberg--from a stone that the builders rejected. |
In January Parris left southwest Mississippi,
melancholy and depressed, to begin a pilgrimage that was to lead
to the Mississippi Summer project, the Freedom Democratic Party,
and a 100 percent rise in Negro registration in the state by the
end of 1965 (25,000 to 50,000).
But for three years Amite was to remain that
base of the iceberg most submerged beneath the ocean of terror.
Nobody tried to register in Liberty after the murder of Herbert
Lee. No SNCC project was attempted in the county. No summer
volunteer was sent into the hills and woods of Amite. For three
years a pattern of life incomprehensible to an outsider endured
without assault. Negroes were beaten and killed. Whites, a
minority of the county, continued to make every political and
economic decision. No word was written about the iceberg, and the
tiny crack Parris had made froze over. . . .
Source: Jack Newfield.
A Prophetic Minority.
New York: The New American Library, 1966
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Black
Power, A Critique of the System
/
Black
Power / What We Want
Amite
County Beginning
Kish Mir Tuchas
A
Tribute to Kwame Toure/Stokely Carmichael
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Arson and Cold Grace,
or How I Yearn to Burn Baby, Burn
By Worth Long
We have found you out, four face
Americas, we have found you out.
We have found you out, false faced
farmers, we have found you out.
The sparks of suspicion are melting
your waters
And waters can’t drown them, the
fires are burning
And firemen can’t calm them with
falsely appeasing
And preachers can’t pray with
hopes for deceiving
Nor leaders deliver a lecture on
losing
Nor teachers inform them the chosen
are choosing
For now is the fire and fires
won’t answer
To logical reason and hopefully
seeming
Hot flames must devour the kneeling
and feeling
And torture the masters whose idiot
pleading
Get lost in the echoes of dancing
and bleeding.
We have found you out, four faced
farmers, we have found you out.
We have found you out, four faced America, we have found you
out. |
Source:
To Free a Generation: The
Dialectics of Liberation, edited by David Cooper. London: Collier
Books, 1969. * * * *
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Stokely Speaks; Black Power Back to
Pan-Africanism
By Stokely Carmichael
Stokely
Standiford Churchill Carmichael—(June 29, 1941 -
November 15, 1998), also known as Kwame Ture, was a
Trinidadian-American black activist active in the
1960s American Civil Rights Movement. He rose to
prominence first as a leader of the Student
Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC, pronounced
"Snick") and later as the "Honorary Prime Minister"
of the Black Panther Party. Initially an
integrationist, Carmichael later became affiliated
with black nationalist and Pan-Africanist movements.
He popularized the term "Black Power."
In 1965, working as an SNCC activist in Lowndes
County, Alabama, Carmichael helped to increase the
number of registered black voters from 70 to 2,60 —
300 more than the number of registered white voters. |
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Black residents and voters
organized and widely supported the Lowndes County Freedom
Organization, a party that had the black panther as its mascot,
over the white dominated local Democratic Party, whose mascot
was a white rooster. Although black residents and voters
outnumber whites in Lowndes, they lost the county wide election
of 1965.
Carmichael became chairman of SNCC later in 1966, taking over
from John Lewis. A few weeks after Carmichael took office, James
Meredith was attacked with a shotgun during his solitary "March
Against Fear". Carmichael joined Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.,
Floyd McKissick, Cleveland Sellers, and others to continue
Meredith's march. He was arrested once again during the march
and, upon his release, he gave his first "Black Power" speech,
using the phrase to urge black pride and socio-economic
independence:
"It is a call for black
people in this country to unite, to recognize their heritage, to
build a sense of community. It is a call for black people to
define their own goals, to lead their own organizations."
While Black Power was not a new concept, Carmichael's speech
brought it into the spotlight and it became a rallying cry for
young African Americans across the country. According to Stokely
Carmichael : "Black Power meant black people coming together to
form a political force and either electing representatives or
forcing their representatives to speak their needs [rather than
relying on established parties]. Heavily influenced by the work
of Frantz Fanon and his landmark book Wretched of the Earth,
along with others such as Malcolm X, under Carmichael's
leadership SNCC gradually became more radical and focused on
Black Power as its core goal and ideology. This became most
evident during the controversial Atlanta Project in 1966.
SNCC, under the local
leadership of Bill Ware, engaged in a voter drive to promote the
candidacy of Julian Bond for the Georgia State Legislature in an
Atlanta district. However, unlike previous SNCC activities—like
the 1961 Freedom Rides or the 1964 Mississippi Freedom Summer —
Ware excluded Northern white SNCC members from the drive.
Initially, Carmichael opposed this move and voted it down, but
he eventually changed his mind. When, at the urging of the
Atlanta Project, the issue of whites in SNCC came up for a vote,
Carmichael ultimately sided with those calling for the expulsion
of whites, reportedly to encourage whites to begin organizing
poor white southern communities while SNCC would continue to
focus on promoting African American self reliance through Black
Power.
Carmichael saw nonviolence as a tactic as opposed to a
principle, which separated him from moderate civil rights
leaders like Martin Luther King, Jr.. Carmichael became critical
of civil rights leaders who simply called for the integration of
African Americans into existing institutions of the middle class
mainstream.
Stokely
Carmichael—Black Power Speech
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Keeping It Trim &
Burning (poem for Fannie Lou Hamer)
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Fannie Lou
Hamer's speech at the 1964 DNC
Fannie Lou Hamer (born
Fannie Lou Townsend on October 6, 1917 – March 14, 1977) was an
American voting rights activist and
civil rights leader. She was instrumental in organizing
Mississippi
Freedom Summer for the
Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC), and later
became the Vice-Chair of the
Mississippi Freedom Democratic Party, attending the
1964 Democratic National Convention in
Atlantic City, New Jersey, in that capacity. Her
plain-spoken manner and fervent belief in the
Biblical righteousness of her cause gained her a reputation
as an electrifying speaker and constant activist of civil
rights. . . .
On August 23, 1962, Rev.
James Bevel, an organizer for the Student Nonviolent
Coordinating Committee (SNCC) and an associate of Dr.
Martin Luther King, Jr., gave a sermon in Ruleville,
Mississippi and followed it with an appeal to those assembled to
register to vote. . . . Hamer was the first volunteer. She
later said, "I guess if I'd had any sense, I'd have been a
little scared—but what was the point of being scared? The only
thing they could do was kill me, and it seemed they'd been
trying to do that a little bit at a time since I could
remember."
On August 31, she traveled
on a rented bus with other attendees of Bevel's sermon to
Indianola, Mississippi to register. In what would become a
signature trait of Hamer's activist career, she began singing
Christian hymns, such as "Go
Tell It on the Mountain" and "This
Little Light of Mine," to the group in order to bolster
their resolve. . . . Bob Moses . .. dispatched Charles McLaurin
. . . to find "the lady who sings the hymns". McLaurin found and
recruited Hamer. . . . On June 9, 1963, Hamer was on her way
back from
Charleston, South Carolina with other activists from a
literacy workshop. Stopping in
Winona, Mississippi, the group was arrested on a false
charge and jailed. Once in jail, Hamer and her colleagues were
beaten savagely by the police, almost to the point of death.
Released on June 12, she
needed more than a month to recover. . . Hamer was invited,
along with the rest of the MFDP [Mississippi Freedom Democratic
Party] officers, to address the Convention's Credentials
Committee. She recounted the problems she had encountered in
registration, and the ordeal of the jail in Winona, and, near
tears, concluded: "All of this is on account we want to register
to become first-class citizens, and if the Freedom Democratic
Party is not seated now, I question America. Is this America,
the land of the free and the home of the brave where we have
to sleep with our telephones off the hooks because our lives be
threatened daily because we want to live as decent human
beings—in America?"
Senator
Hubert Humphrey (who was campaigning for the
Vice-Presidential nomination), [along with]
Walter Mondale, and
Walter Reuther, as well as
J. Edgar Hoover . . . suggested a compromise which would
give the MFDP two non-voting seats in exchange for other
concessions, and secured the endorsement of
Martin Luther King, Jr. and the
Southern Christian Leadership Conference for the plan. But
when Humphrey outlined the compromise, saying that his position
on the ticket was at stake, Hamer, invoking her Christian
beliefs, sharply rebuked him:
"Do you mean to tell me
that your position is more important than four hundred thousand
black people's lives? Senator Humphrey, I know lots of people in
Mississippi who have lost their jobs trying to register to vote.
I had to leave the plantation where I worked in
Sunflower County, Mississippi. Now if you lose this job of
Vice-President because you do what is right, because you help
the MFDP, everything will be all right.
God will take care of you. But if you take [the nomination]
this way, why, you will never be able to do any good for civil
rights, for poor people, for peace, or any of those things you
talk about. Senator Humphrey, I'm going to pray to Jesus for
you."
Future negotiations were
conducted without Hamer, and the compromise was modified such
that the Convention would select the two delegates to be seated,
for fear the MFDP would appoint Hamer. In the end, the MFDP
rejected the compromise, but had changed the debate to the point
that the Democratic Party adopted a clause which demanded
equality of representation from their states' delegations in
1968.—Wikipedia
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African Revolutions
By
Mukoma wa Ngugi
Her womb pressed against the desert to
bear the parasite
that eats her insides like termites
drill into dry wood.
He is born into an empty bowl, fist
choking umbilical cord.
She dies sighing, child son at last. He
couldn't have known,
instinct told him - always raise your
arm in defense of your
own -Strike! Strike until they are all
dead! Egg shells
in your hands milk bottle held between
your toes,
you have been anointed twice, you strong
enough to kill
at birth and survive. You will want to
name the world
after yourself but you will have no
name- a collage of dead
roots, tongues and other things. You
will point your sword
to the center of the earth, duel the
world to split into perfect
mirrors after your imperfect mutations
but you will be
too weak having latched your self onto
too many streams
straddling too many continents, pulling
patches of a self
as one does fruits from an from an
orchard, building a home
of planks with many faces. How does one
look into a mirror
with a face that washes clean every
rainy season?
He has an identity for every occasion -
here he is Lenin
there Jesus and yesterday Marx -
inflexible truths inherited
without roots. To be nothing to remain
nothing, to kill
at birth - such love can only drink from
our wrists. We
storming from our past to Jo'Burg eating
wisdom of others
building homes made of our grandparent's
bones. We
gathering momentum that eats out of our
earth, We standing
pens and bullets hurled at you, your
enemies. Comrade, there
are many ways to die. A dog dies never
having known
why it lived but a free death belongs to
a life lived in roots,
roots not afraid of growing where they
stand, roots tapped all over
the earth. Comrade,
for a tree to grow, it must first own
its earth.
Source:
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The Slave Ship
By Marcus Rediker
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Wild Women Don’t Have the
Blues
By Ida Cox
I hear these women raving 'bout their
monkey men
About their fighting husbands and their
no good friends
These poor women sit around all day and
moan
Wondering why their wandering papas
don't come home
But wild women don't worry, wild women
don't have the blues.
Now when you've got a man, don't ever be
on the square
'Cause if you do he'll have a woman
everywhere
I never was known to treat no one man
right
I keep 'em working hard both day and
night
because wild women don't worry, wild
women don't have no blues.
I've got a disposition and a way of my
own
When my man starts kicking I let him
find another home
I get full of good liquor, walk the
streets all night
Go home and put my man out if he don't
act right
Wild women don't worry, wild women don't
have no blues
You never get nothing by being an angel
child
You better change your ways and get real
wild
I wanna tell you something, I wouldn't
tell you no lie
Wild women are the only kind that ever
get by
Wild women don't worry, wild women don't
have no blues.
Born
Ida
Prather,25 February 1896 in Toccoa,
Habersham County, Georgia, United
States. Died 10 November 1967 (aged 71)
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Guarding the Flame of Life
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Strange Fruit Lynching Report
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The State of African Education
(April 2000) /
Attack On Africans Writing Their Own
History Part 1 of 7
Dr Asa Hilliard III speaks on the assault of academia on
Africans writing and accounting for their own history.
Dr Hilliard is A
teacher, psychologist, and historian.
Part 2 of 7
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Part
3 of 7 /
Part 4 of 7
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Part 5 of 7 /
Part 6 of 7 /
Part 7 of 7
John Henrik Clarke—A Great and Mighty Walk
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The Shadows of Youth
The Remarkable Journey of the Civil
Rights Generation
By Andrew B. Lewis
With deep admiration and rigorous
scholarship, historian Lewis (Gonna
Sit at the Welcome Table)
revisits the ragtag band of young men
and women who formed the Student
Nonviolent Coordinating Committee.
Impatient with what they considered the
overly cautious and accommodating pace
of the NAACP and
Martin
Luther King Jr., the black college
students and their white allies,
inspired by Gandhi's principles of
nonviolence and moral integrity, risked
their lives to challenge a deeply
entrenched system. Fanning out over the
Jim Crow South, SNCC organized sit-ins,
voter registration drives, Freedom
Schools and protest marches. Despite
early successes, the movement
disintegrated in the late 1960s,
succeeded by the militant Black Power
movement. The highly readable history
follows the later careers of the
principal leaders. Some, like
Stokely Carmichael and
H. Rap
Brown, became bitter and
disillusioned. Others, including
Marion Barry,
Julian Bond and
John Lewis, tempered their idealism
and moved from protest to politics,
assuming positions of leadership within
the very institutions they had
challenged. According to the author, No
organization contributed more to the
civil rights movement than SNCC, and
with his eloquent book, he offers a
deserved tribute.—Publishers
Weekly |
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Michelle Alexander: US Prisons, The New Jim Crow
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Judge Mathis Weighs in on the execution of Troy Davis
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The New Jim Crow
Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness
By
Michelle
Alexander
The
mass incarceration of people of color through the War on
Drugs is a big part of the reason that a black child
born today is less likely to be raised by both parents
than a black child born during slavery. The absence of
black fathers from families across America is not simply
a function of laziness, immaturity, or too much time
watching Sports Center. Hundreds of thousands of black
men have disappeared into prisons and jails, locked away
for drug crimes that are largely ignored when committed
by whites. Most people seem to
imagine that the drug war—which has swept millions of
poor people of color behind bars—has been aimed at
rooting out drug kingpins or violent drug offenders.
Nothing could be further from the truth. This war has
been focused overwhelmingly on low-level drug offenses,
like marijuana possession—the very crimes that happen
with equal frequency in middle class white communities.
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The White Masters of the
World
From
The World and Africa, 1965
By W. E. B. Du Bois
W. E. B. Du Bois’
Arraignment and Indictment of White Civilization
(Fletcher)
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