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Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Those Helpful Africans

Apparently after they were "brought" to Georgia, the Africans were kind enough to "help" with getting all that cotton picked in the fields. The Atlanta Journal-Constitution reports [registration required]:

When Michele Mitchell sat down to study history with her daughter last spring, she assumed the third-grade book wouldn't say much about black history. But she wasn't prepared to read that slaves were "brought" here to "help" others.

"It belittles, for me, the experience," said Mitchell, who is African-American. "I understand it's third grade . . . [but] I had a major issue with the word 'help.' "

After achieving partial success with her complaints in Fayette County, Mitchell said she now intends to ask the state Board of Education to ban the book — "The Story of Our Georgia Community" — for glossing over slavery and African-American history.

Schools in Fayette County, where Mitchell and her daughter Onika Smallwood live, have been using the 64-page paperback for about two years to supplement social studies texts. The book, which comes in a kit with maps and a teacher's manual, is used in third-grade classrooms across metro Atlanta — including some in Clayton, Cobb, DeKalb, Fulton and Henry counties — according to the publisher. Although the book is approved for use in classrooms statewide, other systems, including Atlanta, Marietta and Decatur schools, do not use it.

Onika, now in fourth grade, remembers trying not to cry when her class read about slaves "helping" pick cotton in the Georgia fields. "We were forced! We weren't even helping!" she said. "That wasn't right. I knew in my heart it wasn't right. . . ."

Cathy Geis, Fayette's social studies coordinator, reviewed the book before it was purchased and defends its use. The main focus of third-grade social studies is citizenship, communities and government, which, she said, is covered in the students' main textbook. Geis said the kit was purchased because it is closely aligned to the state curriculum and provides hands-on activities for students.

So maybe the book should explain why the descendants of those helpful African farm workers still do not enjoy full representation in presidential elections. In 2000
Black voters in Georgia were almost two times more likely than white voters to live in counties that use the most error-prone voting machinery. Almost half (46.23 percent) of Georgia’s black voters live in punch card counties while less than one-quarter (24.73 percent) of Georgia’s white voters live in punch card counties. Conversely, white voters in Georgia (57.88 percent) were 1.5 times more likely than black voters to use optical scanning equipment, which is least likely to yield uncounted votes. Slightly more than one-third of black registered voters (36.53 percent) in Georgia used the optical scan method of voting.

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Watch This

November 2

Monday, September 27, 2004

Lonesome Blues

[final draft from Long Days Short Nights ms., summer or fall, 1963]

by Paul A. Greenberg

Dear Boss,

I am tired of prophylactic assignments. Mo Bartel is dead and every newspaper will have the facts. LITTLE MO BARTEL JAZZ LEGEND DIES IN CHICAGO HOTEL ROOM. Or maybe another hipper headline will read LAST BLUE NOTE FOR MO BARTEL. The story will be the same. They will say he was only 37 years old no one knew he was sick that he left a wife and two children and 300 records behind. They will find out he was broke and remember he was the first whiteman to tour with Prince Kingsley. They will remember that he got loaded sometimes and told audiences to shut up. Somebody will run a benefit and that will be that.

I don’t want the assignment. I wrote the Mo Bartel story 10 years ago and you didn’t print it. Enclosed is the carbon copy of the story filed with you then. Print it and buy all of his records with my check otherwise forget it. I won’t interview his wife or any of the guys he played with. Fire me—get a new Jazz Critic for our lousy magazine but I won’t do that kind of story.

I wrote the enclosed 10 years ago with a hangover. Mo was on his way to Chicago I was on the same train and we got loaded together in the clubcar. Mo had just quit The Prince after he refused to stay home while the band went south. You remember the time he was busted in Mississippi and you wrote a discretion is better than valor editorial saying his timing was bad.

Well we were commiserating—me with his jail pallor—he with the son of a bitch boss that I work for. I got loaded enough to ask a stupid question and hit the jackpot. I asked him when it all started that is the music. The elusive, non-personal blues wailer hero Mo Bartel told me and I wrote it down and sent it to you. You said it was too personal, too psychological and too dirty for our magazine or any other magazine and that was that except Little Mo is dead and I want you to print it now and make what amends possible to your own soul if you have one.

                                                      Your (ex?) Jazz critic?


(enclosure)
Notes from the childhood of a drunk jazz musician artist hero as remembered by a scurvy critic.


At 15 I was a quiet, skinny, intense and scared kid. My father had split 5 years earlier and my mother wanted me to grow up to make a lot of money and take care of her. She didn’t know what went wrong in her life and tried to compound the same stupidity into my life. I didn’t rebel I withdrew.

We lived in Boston and I worked at a drugstore to help pay the rent and cheated my mother out of tips so that I could go to Boston Symphony Concerts.

The job was fine because I thought people noticed me. That is at first. I liked it when some asked me “please give me a coke” or “may I please have a drink of water.” They were asking me. I was their agent for receiving pleasure and I hoped the girls would notice me. They did and I didn’t like it because I was JewBoy.

The other live factor in my life was basketball. I was going to show them that a Jew could be as tough as anyone. I made the team by determination rather than skill. Years later I asked Tony Nucola, who was our coach, why he put me on his squad and he told me that any one who fought that hard to play was worth having on the team. I don’t know whether he did me a favor or not. I was always playing 9 men. The opposing 5 and our other 4. Except when Keefe Riley played he was human.

Do you remember my Tuesday to Saturday Blues? That's what it was all about. Keefe invited me on Tuesday and I had to wait until Saturday. I went and didn't over and over. I was sure they were putting me on. I would flunk the test and be the laughing stock of the school. They would remember I was Jewish and ask me to leave. One country indivisible with liberty and justice for all that crap and they would call me Jewboy and I would start a fight. I wouldn't know what to say. I hated popular music.

On Saturday I walked up the hill to Keefe's house like a car with a couple of spark plugs out. By the time I got there I was shaking, inside my stomach felt like mush. Mrs. Riley, pretty, friendly, lovely Mrs. Riley answered the door and told me "the boys are down in the basement."

Eight boys looked like an army and sounded like two. I was trapped. Eight enemies of my privacy were looking at me, surveying me. I was searching for something to say when Keefe made it easy—easy like scaling Everest easy like dying. "Hi Mo. Guys this is the clary man I told you about Mo Bartel. Mo did you bring any sides?"

"Yeah, two my left and right." I made it. I was in and still breathing.

Someone shoved a coke in my hand and I was able to ward off questions about how long I was playing or who my teacher is when Keefe shouted above the din "let's get organized and start spinning some sides first one for Mo, Pops Armstrong's Lonesome Blues featuring Johnny Dodds on clarinet."

Love on first sound? Three minutes on another planet. I mean it hit me like where have you been all my painful life. This was what I felt. The truth head on. It cried without the tears showing, it screamed pain without being sent to the nuthouse. It was all about being alone, alone, alone.

After it finished I got up walked upstairs and out down the hill and with tears in my eyes I ran down the hill my clarinet case in front of me covering the fact that I had an erection.

Sunday, September 26, 2004

Nonviolence Won The Battles, Not The War

The Jewish community I've been part of for the last ten years is called Havurat Shalom. All services at the Havurah are lay-led by the members. Each year, I usually lead one of the big services on Rosh Hashanah or Yom Kippur. This year I led Shacharit, the morning service, which is quite long. Havurat Shalom, which was founded in 1968, was central in creating a Jewish religious counter-culture. One of the things Havurat Shalom and other places brought to alternative Judaism was the idea that Jewish observances should be relevant to the experiences of the participants. One way that folks do this is by relating meaningful, non-Jewish sources to Judaism. In the last couple of years, one thing I've been doing along these lines is relating things I've learned about Civil Rights Movement history to the themes of the Jewish High Holiday season. Below is something I wrote for the service I led yesterday.

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Last year, when I was leading a service on Yom Kippur I looked for spiritual messages in some of the powerful moments when the moral authority of nonviolent resistance overcame violent and aggressive evil. For example, I looked at one of the amazing stories from the SCLC’s campaign in Birmingham, Alabama in 1963. Dr. King describes a moment when Police Commissioner Bull Connor had ordered his men to open fire hoses on a large group of protesters. As King tells it,
Bull Connor’s men, their deadly hoses poised for action, stood facing the marchers. The marchers, many of them on their knees, stared back, unafraid and unmoving. Slowly the Negroes stood up and began to advance. Connor’s men, as though hypnotized, fell back, their hoses sagging uselessly in their hands while several hundred Negroes marched past them, without further interference, and held their prayer meeting as planned. (Martin Luther King, Jr., Why We Can't Wait, 71)
Stories like this one are important; they communicate the real power of this movement and give us a visceral reminder of its importance in our nation’s history. But I also worry about stories like this that give the Civil Rights Movement such mythic dimensions. I worry that many people have come to believe that the successes of the Civil Rights Movement are due only to the moral convictions and the heroic fortitude of the protesters. The protests, however, had a very specific, crafted intent, "the surfacing of tensions already present," in the words of Dr. King.
To cure injustices, you must expose them before the light of human conscience and the bar of public opinion. regardless of whatever tensions that exposure generates. Injustices to the Negro must be brought out into the open where they cannot be evaded . . . to precipitate a crisis situation that must open the door to negotiation . . . [so that] the pressure of public opinion becomes an ally in your just cause." (quoted in David J. Garrow, Bearing the Cross: MLK, Jr., and the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, 228)
What is more, the surfacing of tensions already present was sometimes of greater importance than the purity of means we usually suppose. In the last phase of the Birmingham protests in May of 1963, the SCLC conducted protests where the assumption was that onlookers who were not participating would most likely incite the Birmingham Police to violence. Wyatt Tee Walker, the SCLC’s Executive Director at the time, made no excuses for these tactics when he talked about them later: “I didn’t believe in provocation—unless the stakes were right.” Or as Andrew Young, another close advisor to Dr. King, put it: “The movement was really about getting publicity for injustice . . . the injustice was there under the surface and as long as it stayed below the surface, nobody was concerned about it. You had to bring it out into the open.” (264)

This is not meant as an exposé of the SCLC but rather as a way to see that even in situations that are generally understood as hallmark successes of the Movement, nonviolent resistance may not have been enough to overcome the repressive violence of Southern racism.

In an earlier struggle, led primarily by the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee, in Albany, Georgia, in 1962, there was some unplanned violence on the part of protesters. James Forman, who was SNCC’s Executive Secretary, tells of a move by SNCC and local leaders in Albany to defy a federal injunction against protest marches:

We began working with Reverend Wells, a grass-roots preacher who had been helpful to us in the past. We discussed the injunction question with him; he agreed and began preaching to the people. The result was a night march, led by Reverend Wells after a stirring address. Over one hundred people filed out from the church, moved by the experience of that night. They were arrested and violence broke out. The black youth of Albany began to stone some whites. The police marched in formation through the black community and some of them were stoned.

The next day Dr. King issued a statement on his own. . . . When I arrived at his house the next morning, the press had already been called. I saw the statement, repudiating the local blacks and asked him not to do this. The whites were responsible for the violence and people were only reacting to a long history of violence and repression. But my arguments had no effect. . . .

[T]he statement was issued and Dr. King’s reputation for nonviolence was upheld. (James Forman, The Making of Black Revolutionaries, 275)

In this story, Dr. King felt he had to uphold his reputation for nonviolence rather than make a statement that acknowledged the frustrations of local community members who lived day to day with repressive violence from whites.

At a pragmatic level, King’s ability to raise money for his organization depended on his nonviolent reputation, and he was under great pressure from President Kennedy and from Attorney General Robert Kennedy to project an image of African American resistance that was wholly nonviolent.

It may sound like I’m making a case against nonviolent resistance, but I’m not. My point is that there were times when the need—which may have been unavoidable—to express commitment to nonviolence hid from view just how bad our problems with racism were. I believe that the persistence of the narrative of a nonviolent overcoming of violent repression has kept our country from facing the depths of the problem as it existed 40 years ago and the depths of the problem as it exists today.

Teshuvah is the process of turning and returning in order to make things right. In response to our collective and individual failures, we have to ask: What tactics have been working? How far have they gotten us? In getting this far what have we failed to see? What work is there still to do? Why are we so attached to our current ways of doing things if they are not getting us where we need to go? What new tactics must we devise?

Neshoba Murders Case update, 9/13/04

[Yom Kippur is over, so I was catching up on some blogs and saw this at Prometheus 6, which reminded me I meant to put up the following overview of persons who faced federal charges in the 1960s for the murders of Chaney, Goodman and Schwerner. This overview is courtesy of the Arkansas Delta Peace and Justice Center. For a companion to piece to Earl's thing at P6 and the overview, below, see Highways to Nowhere by Wallace Roberts.]


Persons who faced federal charges in the 1960s

No one has ever faced state murder charges or any other state charge.

Listed below: name, living or deceased, present residence.


1964
December 4, 1964

•FBI arrests 21 suspects in connection with the murders of the three civil rights workers.

•The 19 men charged with conspiring to deprive the three young men of their constitutional rights are:

Bernard Akin - deceased

Jimmy Arledge - living, Meridian, MS

Horace Doyle Barnette - deceased

Travis Maryn Barnette - deceased

Otha Neal Burkes - deceased

Olen Burrage - living, Philadelphia, MS

James Thomas "Pete" Harris - living, Meridian, MS

Frank Herndon - deceased

James Edward Jordan - deceased

Edgar Ray "Preacher" Killen - living, Union, MS

Billy Wayne Posey - living, Meridian, MS

Deputy Cecil Price* - deceased

Sheriff Lawrence Rainey - deceased

Alton Wayne Roberts - deceased

Jerry McGrew Sharpe - deceased

Jimmy Snowden - living, Hickory, MS

Jimmy Lee Townsend - deceased

Herman Tucker - deceased

Oliver Warner - deceased

•The two men arrested on charges of withholding knowledge of a felony are:
Earl Akin - deceased

Tommy Horne - living, Meridian, MS

1965
January, 15, 1965

•FBI arrests 18 in connection with the trio's killings. Original defendants Earl Akin, Burkes, Horne and Warner aren't indicted. Philadelphia Patrolman Richard Willis is added as a suspect.

•Original defendants not indicted are:

Earl Akin - deceased

Otha Neal Burkes - deceased

Tommy Horne - living, Meridian, MS

Oliver Warner - deceased

•Added as a suspect is:
Philadelphia Patrolman Richard Willis - living, Noxapater, MS
1967
Feb. 28, 1967

•A federal grand jury indicts a new group of 19 defendants:

Bernard Akin - deceased

Jimmy Arledge - living, Meridian, MS

Former and future sheriff E.G. "Hop" Barnett - deceased

Horace Doyle Barnette - deceased

Travis Maryn Barnette - deceased

Klan Imperial Wizard Sam Bowers - living, Central MS Correctional Facility

Olen Burrage - living, Philadelphia, MS

James Thomas "Pete" Harris - living, Meridian,MS

Frank Herndon - deceased

James Edward Jordan - deceased

Edgar Ray "Preacher" Killen - living, Union, MS

Billy Wayne Posey - living, Meridian, MS

Deputy Cecil Price* - deceased

Sheriff Lawrence Rainey - deceased

Alton Wayne Roberts - deceased

Jerry McGrew Sharpe - deceased

Jimmy Snowden - living, Hickory, MS

Herman Tucker -deceased

Philadelphia Patrolman Richard Willis - living, Noxapater, MS

Oct. 20, 1967

•The jury convicts of conspiracy:

Jimmy Arledge - living, Meridian, MS

Horace Doyle Barnette - deceased

Klan Imperial Wizard Sam Bowers - living, Central MS Correctional Facility

Billy Wayne Posey - living, Meridian, MS

Deputy Cecil Price* - deceased

Alton Wayne Roberts - deceased

Jimmy Snowden - living, Hickory, MS

•The jury acquits:
Bernard Akin - deceased

Travis Maryn Barnette - deceased

Olen Burrage - living, Philadelphia, MS

James Thomas "Pete" Harris - living, Meridian, MS

Frank Herndon - deceased

Sheriff Lawrence Rainey - deceased

Herman Tucker - deceased

Philadelphia Patrolman Richard Willis - living, Noxapater, MS

•Three men receive mistrials:
E.G. "Hop" Barnette - deceased

Edgar Ray "Preacher" Killen - living, Union, MS

Jerry McGrew Sharpe - deceased

•Bowers and Roberts receive 10-year sentences; Price and Posey, six years; Arledge, Snowden and Horace Doyle Barnette, three years. By 1970, their appeals exhausted, they go to prison. None serve more than 6 years. Mississippi never charges anyone with murder or with anything else.

2001
May 6, 2001

•Cecil Price, who had begun to cooperate with state authorities investigating the trio's deaths, died of head injuries allegedly suffered in a fall. There were no reported witnesses to the alleged fall.

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

My vote was counted …. At least once

By Joan C. Browning (December 12, 2000)

My first vote for a presidential candidate was counted. The FBI observers watching over my polling place assured it, though eighteen of Telfair County, Georgia’s election officials were indicted in Federal District Court. They were charged with election fraud, vote fraud, conspiring against the rights of citizens and casting and counting or causing to be cast and counted fictitious or illegal votes. Four of them were convicted.

1960 presidential election
I was eighteen when, on November 8, 1960, Mother took me to vote at the Towns precinct, Telfair County, Georgia. Back then, Georgians were the only eighteen year olds allowed to vote in America.

We walked down a sandy dirt lane past gaggles of white men bunched around pickup trucks and, standing apart, a pair of stone-faced white men wearing dark suits and narrow neckties. The Towns polling place was a tiny decrepit wooden former one-room school building. A tree limb had grown through the room, coming in one window and exiting the other. We had to duck under it on our way to the table at the front of the room.

The heavy-jowled scowling white male election officials seated at the table handed each of us a paper ballot. They watched us mark our ballots. Then we then handed the voted ballots back to them. Telfair County did not believe in secret ballots.

John Kennedy became president in that 1960 election by slim and disputed vote totals. Some say that the change of one vote per polling place in Illinois would have given the Electoral College votes to Nixon instead of Kennedy.

Georgia was a still one-party (Democratic) state so Telfair County would not play a part in that presidential election. The Towns precinct usually reported a unanimous one hundred percent Democratic tally.

It didn’t matter whether I preferred Kennedy or Nixon. Mother and I had agreed to trade our right to vote for the candidate of our choice for using our votes to test whether the Courthouse Crowd actually counted our ballots. We voted for the Republican, Richard M. Nixon.

Our votes were counted. The Courthouse Crowd certified the Towns precinct tally as Kennedy, 59, Nixon, 7.

Mother was part of the New Crowd, a group organized by white World War II veterans and other disenfranchised whites to wrest control from the Talmadge Courthouse Crowd that had ruled imperiously since the 1930s. Dr. Duncan B. McRae, our family physician, and scion of one of the oldest white families in the county, led the New Crowd. They wanted fair elections, including the secret ballot.

The New Crowd had convinced the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) to observe Telfair County voting that year. Two years later, the New Crowd published advertisements of the Georgia Code requiring the secret ballot and promising "…the Telfair County election will be observed by the F.B.I. on election day. If there are any irregularities or complaints during the election, the F.B.I. will be nearby to take appropriate action." By 1962, the county sheriff joined the New Crowd in calling for outside law enforcement assistance on election day.

Telfair County needed outside intervention in its elections. Reporters regularly won journalism awards for exposing Telfair County corruption of all kinds, but especially election fraud. The 1946 General Election was one of the most blatant.

1946 General Election
One issue dominated the 1946 Georgia governor’s race – a crude racist appeal for the restoration of the White Primary that the United States Supreme Court had just declared unconstitutional. The White Primary barred African-American Georgians from voting in the Democratic Party primary. Since Georgia was a one-party state, election in the Democratic primary was "tantamount" to being elected. The General Election merely ratified the primary results.

Voting was limited to about 20 percent of the state’s adults. The White Primary made sure that African-American votes played no role in the "tantamount" primary election. Georgia also kept white voters out of the system. Whites trying to register to vote faced illogical literacy tests. Potential voters could be asked questions such as "How many drops of water are in this glass?" Once registered, a voter’s name could be randomly purged, requiring re-registration.

Today’s Electoral College discussion reminds me that Georgia also disenfranchised urban voters by using a form of the Electoral College called the "county unit" system. The county unit system of weighing votes meant that it took more than a hundred Fulton County (Atlanta) votes to equal each Telfair County vote.

James Carmichael and my Telfair County neighbor, Eugene "Gene" Talmadge, contended for the Democratic party’s nomination for governor in 1946. Gene, "The Wild Man of Sugar Creek," was financed by the keep-taxes-and-government-services-low corporations – the railroads, Coca Cola, Georgia Power Company. He campaigned on the single issue of keeping African-Americans disenfranchised.

Carmichael received more popular votes statewide than Eugene Talmadge, but under the "county unit" system, Talmadge won the Democratic primary anyway.

In the General Election that fall, the Talmadge Telfair County Courthouse Crowd certified a consolidated county return showing 1,788 voters. Although Gene Talmadge was the only name printed on ballot for governor, 77 of the 1,788 ballots were tallied as write-in votes for his son, Herman Talmadge for governor. In addition to the official countywide voter turnout of 1,788, though, an extra 48 write-in votes were counted for Herman for governor. The 48 extras came from Helena precinct, where those 48 voters "over voted" for both Talmadges for governor. Both votes were certified.

Atlanta Journal reporter George Goodwin found that the last 34 of Helena precinct’s 103 voters had voted in alphabetical order, beginning at the letter A and continuing through the letter K.

Goodwin couldn’t locate fourteen of those 34 voters. The twenty he did find denied having voted at all.

Six of them had lived in Telfair County but had moved away more than two years before the election. Two were dead, one for four years, one for seven years. A Marine had been out of the county more than a year. One was reported to be a fictitious person.

Of the real Telfair County residents Goodwin found, one said he did not vote, and he did not have a wife although his wife was listed as voting. The wife in another couple said, "We never voted for nobody," and that she had never voted in her life and as far as she knew, she had never been registered to vote.

One name was listed twice. Another said that he had once been erroneously registered under the name on the list and that he had corrected his registration, but "neither me nor my wife voted in the general election," he said. "I remember it was raining that day and the windshield wiper on my car was broken, and neither of us went to the polls."

When the Courthouse Crowd certified the county election returns, they added votes: Cobbville precinct listed 86 persons on the voter list, but reported 186 votes; in Jacksonville, 27 became 127; Temperance’s 24, certified as 124; Milan’s 242 was crudely erased and "4" had written over the "2", making Milan’s certified total 442. Telfair County certified 600 "phantom" votes.

Under the county unit system, it would take more than 65,000 Atlanta votes to merely equal the fraudulent votes in Telfair County.

(Telfair County was not unusual. Augusta’s kingmaker Roy Harris boasted that he could change the election returns of more than thirty of Georgia’s 159 counties after the polls had closed.)

Gene Talmadge was declared the elected governor in 1946 but died of cirrhosis of the liver before being sworn in. The "three governor" ruckus ensued. That handful of Helena precinct phantom votes decided the "winner" of the governor’s race.

When the legislature met to choose a governor from the two persons receiving the most write in votes, historian Numan V. Bartley wrote that "669 diehard anti-Talmadge voters had written in Carmichael’s name; 637 Republicans had written in D. Talmadge Bowers, the nominal Republican candidate; and [Herman] Talmadge had only 519 votes, apparently eliminating him from consideration. Fortuitously, the Talmadge managers "found" an additional 56 ballots for Talmadge from the family’s home county of Telfair. … The majority of those 56 voters had the same handwriting and some resided in graveyards … but from the perspective of county unit politics, Herman Talmadge now had 675 votes and thus was the leader among the write-in candidates. The legislature promptly elected him governor."

Herman and his drunken, pistol-wielding supporters commandeered the Governor’s office. He declared martial law and began ransacking the state. He and the legislature were busy restoring the White Primary when, after sixty days, the courts tossed this "pretender" out of the Georgia governor’s office.

Herman Talmadge later acknowledged that the Helena precinct vote was fraudulent. He said that he had passed the word to his friend Stanley Brooks at Helena to get him a few write in votes for governor. Talmadge said, "George Goodwin of the Journal went down and checked the votes in Helena, and found that they had voted in alphabetical order. Stanley Brooks could have had them vote in any order he wanted to, alphabetical or otherwise, in the Helena precinct. Stanley figured that it was just too much trouble to pass the word, I’ll just fix it here."

2000 presidential election
The philosophy of "one citizen, one vote," where the votes of a president and a pauper carry the same weight, still struggles against the antidemocratic forces that favor the easily miscounted votes of the few.

The current presidential election reminds me of that 1946 Georgia governor’s race. Thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands, of Florida votes are not included in the "certified" election return. The certified winner’s vote lead shrinks to less than two hundred votes, if all the votes now counted are included. We are told that votes counts are seldom accurate anywhere in America. The Electoral College is valuing some votes more than others, much the same way as Georgia’s old county unit system.

Even the issues are strikingly similar. George Bush is not nearly as entertaining an orator as Ole Gene, but his message, cleaned up a little, is much the same: low taxes, furl the social safety net, pander to a few of the very rich. Like Ole Gene, he rouses the masses through emotional appeals, replacing Gene’s white supremacist rantings with tirades against women’s control of their bodies, teachers, and all those "others" impatient for their full rights as Americans.

To keep his promises, though, he must be sure that his brother’s chosen election officials, and perhaps its legislature, prevent the counting of some of Florida’s votes. Stanley Brooks, where are you now that George needs you?

Bush delegates some of the worst ranting to his subalterns. When I turn off the television sound, his heavy-jowled angry white men could have been seated at Towns precinct in 1960.

The expansion of the right to vote did not come easy. People I know braved terror, intimidation, brutality, economic sanctions, and all the antidemocratic arsenal in order to expand the right to vote. Some were murdered for wanting to vote.

The kinds of citizens barred from the voting booth in the Telfair County, Georgia, of my youth – African-Americans, the New Crowd, women, the poor – turned out in Florida in record numbers. Now, the antidemocratic gang is trying to elevate another "pretender" to the Oval Office by refusing to count their votes.

America tried to repent of its sin of African slavery by fighting a bloody war to free slaves. It sold out those newly freed African-Americans in the 1876 election, when southern white supremacists traded Electoral College votes to Rutherford B. Hayes in exchange for total control of African-Americans and their white allies. It took three quarters of a century more of freedom struggle to bring forth the Second Reconstruction of the 1960s.

If the voting rights gained in the Second Reconstruction are negated in this election, who has enough faith in American democracy to create the Third Reconstruction?


Joan C. Browning is a writer and lecturer who has made her home in West Virginia. She was a 1961 Freedom Rider. Autobiographical information is available in the chapter, "Shiloh Witness," in Constance Curry, Joan C. Browning, et. al., Deep in Our Hearts: Nine White Women in the Freedom Movement (University of Georgia Press, 2000); in the article, Joan C. Browning, "Invisible Revolutionaries: White Women in Civil Rights Movement Historiography," Journal of Women’s History, Fall 1996; and on her web site.

© 2000 all rights reserved, Joan C. Browning

Getting the Longer View: Joan Browning Up Next

The next post will be by Joan C. Browning, a writer and lecturer who was a Freedom Rider and a Student Non Violent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) worker in the 1960s. I'm including her 2000 essay, "My vote was counted . . . . At least once," as part of my effort to point out the unfortunate continuities between past and present problems with racism and voting rights. As long as things like electronic voting scandals, racial profiling and suspicious hanging deaths of African Americans are viewed as contemporary phenomena, the real problems will not go away.

In her essay, Ms. Browning writes about the sordid history of voting rights in Georgia, where she grew up. Sadly, getting your vote counted in Georgia is still a challenge. The following map from the Harvard University Civil Rights Project study, Democracy Spoiled, shows Georgia's rate of residual ballots (aka, spoiled ballots, ballots cast but not counted) by county in the 2000 presidential election.
Ballot spoilage rate, Georgia Presidential Election 2000
Some readers might be surprised to see how high the rates were in 2000. The average rate of ballot spoilage in the nation as a whole was 1.94%. You can see here that almost every county in Georgia exceeds the national average, and in many cases the rate is several times over 1.94%—as much as seven and half times over. (For more on what these figures have to do with racism, read the study and see my long essay, We Who Believe in Freedom . . .)

As Joan puts it in her essay,

America tried to repent of its sin of African slavery by fighting a bloody war to free slaves. It sold out those newly freed African-Americans in the 1876 election, when southern white supremacists traded Electoral College votes to Rutherford B. Hayes in exchange for total control of African-Americans and their white allies. It took three quarters of a century more of freedom struggle to bring forth the Second Reconstruction of the 1960s.

If the voting rights gained in the Second Reconstruction are negated in this election, who has enough faith in American democracy to create the Third Reconstruction?

Joan tells me she is available for paid speaking gigs. She can talk about the 60s and other topics.

Friday, September 17, 2004

Small Retraction

See update at the end of Up From the Comments: When Are We Going To Have A War On Terror?

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Small World

Jeff from Montgomery, Alabama used to know a kid named Deroyal Carter.

The lynching/Tuskegee part caught my eye first. Then the full name clicked. I've asked around, and there are people who know the name. People ask if it's the same guy; the age is about right, we agree...

In Tallassee, AL, not very far away at all, football is a religion in the truest Alabama sense of the word. Deroyal Carter was a player in Pee Jinks (little league) who starred in fall 1986. I did P.A. announcing for the games.

Fall of 1991, I worked the ticket gate. Our neighbor coached the junior varsity. They dominated all their competition. Among the standouts on that tearm was a tailback and kick returner named Deroyal Carter.

The Wall Street church where the funeral was held is just down the road from where my dad grew up, maybe 2 miles. It's a very small world, indeed. . . .

I'm asking everyone I know with any Tallassee connections what, if anything, they might have heard. I'll keep asking. And share whatever I might find.

But it seems there truly is nothing new under the sun.

(Whole thing.)

There's a saying in the Jerusalem Talmud, "Whoever destroys a soul, it is considered as if he destroyed an entire world" (San. 4:1, 22a). That world begins with a tight circle of family and then moves outward in wider concentric circles. Jeff may have been in Deroyal Carter's orbit. My sympathies are with him if this was the case. And if Winston Carter wasn't Jeff's Deroyal, there are others for whom he was. May his memory be a blessing.

Monday, September 13, 2004

Up From the Comments: When Are We Going To Have A War On Terror?

Oh yeah, we've already got one. It's just that our home grown terror doesn't count.

I've been continuing a conversation in the comments with Kevin Hayden about the Tuskegee police and Mark Potok from the Southern Poverty Law Center. I'm putting the exchange out here because Kevin's comments gave me a chance to say in short form something I had in mind to say in a longer link- and source-filled post. Nothing against Kevin: he's done a lot to help and he keeps showing that he cares.

I have an ongoing worry that good progressives and liberals have stopped treating racism front and center as an ongoing major political concern. In other posts, I've been saying that voting problems won't get fixed until the racism is routed out of the electoral process. My point right now is that we can't talk about what's right and what's wrong with anyone's conduct around the death of Winston Carter without talking about racism and its history in the South.

After trying to find the good in Mark Potok's email, Kevin tried to be even handed about the Tuskegee Police:

Any speculation about why it has taken takes Tuskegee's police department 30 days so far to investigate this without providing answers to the family may be only that. I covered a suicide in a Massachusetts jail where the local police were not forthcoming for several weeks, so I don't know if there's an established timeline that police departments try to meet.

I do think they were wrong to publicly label it a suicide before such investigation is completed. Does the investigation continue because therey've seen physical reasons that might contradict that first ruling? Do they investigate to be certain they satisfy the disbelieving family that they uncovered every stone? Who knows?

Failing to secure the scene - no matter what they conclude - is a monumental gaffe that may always leave a taint on their results. North, South, East or West, there's no excuse for trained professionals to demonstrate such incompetence and I certainly hope those who made the mistake are properly disciplined for their failure to maintain standards the public must expect.

For now, I suspect we can only wait. But perhaps it'd be prudent to ask local police chiefs what a reasonable range of time one should expect of such an investigation.

I don't mean to defend the errors nor grant defense where one's due, but if we were to assume they DID find something to suggest it's a homicide/lynching, then wouldn't it also be a reasonable assumption that they'd be pursuing one or more suspects? If so, revealing details publicly could injure their case and diminish their odds for a successful prosecution.

Potok could use a refresher in public relations, and even the dismay he feels about all the past erroneous publicity does not excuse the defensive and condescending tone of his email to me. But I agree that jumping to conclusions achieves nothing.

Possibly the best response is for everyone watching this to phone the dept at (334)727-0200 and ask that you be emailed a notification when the investigation's complete. Without being hostile in any way, that would send the clear message that the interest in the case is sufficient to deter any motivation for anything less than than a professional conclusion.

I should think that would increase their motivation to avoid any further errors.

I think Kevin's idea about everyone calling the Tuskegee Police Department is a very good one, but I don't agree with his whole take:
First point of disagreement is in the post you're commenting on: when does this start to look suspicious enough to warrant action from the SPLC? If part of what looks suspicious is the poor quality of the police investigation, then what good does it do to wait and see what the police turn up first?

But I have a more serious thing to disagree about, too. It's fine to say that the police may have their reasons for not going public with all their information. BUT, we are talking about an incident where a black man was found hanging from a tree in a public place. That is ENORMOUSLY symbolic and can only be experienced as an act of TERRORISM by the African American communities in the area.

We are talking about something that reads as racial terrorism in an area that has a pitiful legacy of incident upon incident of racist violence going uninvestigated— bombings, shootings, cars getting run off the road, beatings, you name it. It is well documented that in the past such things went on with full knowledge of the police and that, in fact, the police were often the perpetrators themselves. Very few of the countless incidents were ever investigated. The police on the force now are the children and grandchildren of the Police/KKK coalition that used terror tactics to keep the "peace" by subduing and intimidating black folks. The past is still very near.

Right now, the Tuskegee Police has a professional and a historical responsibility to quell the legitimate fears of the community that they are supposed to serve. This means conducting the investigation seriously and carefully and as publicly as circumstances allow—even if this only means regular announcements that they are working hard at the investigation and will reveal the developments as soon as possible. If the police has good reason to think that this is a suicide then they must give some indication as to why.

If the police cannot vigorously maintain the sort of conduct I just outlined, they collude either in effect or by intent with terrorist murderers and send the message to all African Americans in the area that in Alabama lynchings are still a-okay.

Af far as the SPLC goes, if they are worth anything as an organization, they should be keenly aware of the symbolic force of Winston Carter's death and be doing EVERYTHING possible to bring pressure on the police to start acting appropriately.

Update (9/15/04): I was a little exercised when I was writing the above. I think I should have been more careful in what I said in one place, in the main clause of this sentence:

The police on the force now are the children and grandchildren of the Police/KKK coalition that used terror tactics to keep the "peace" by subduing and intimidating black folks. (emphasis added)
I don't know anything about the backgrounds of the police officers in Tuskegee. I'm sure that the Sheriff and any other African Americans on the force would be deeply offended to be called "children and grandchildren of the Police/KKK coalition." I also suspect there are whites on the Tuskegee police force who are not "Police/KKK" legacies and who might be offended to labeled as such. I apologize for these implications.

The point I was trying to make with my hyperbole is how in Tuskegee and its environs there are sure to be living victims and perpetrators of racist terrorism and that the children and grandchildren of the victims and perpetrators are part of social fabric of the area. The past is still very much part of the present, and there is no way for a death such as Winston Carter's to be experienced without loud historical resonances.

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