YOU READ IT HERE FIRST: CONVERSATIONS WITH TODAY’S AUTHORS, PART 2

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Q: Speaking of the KKK, what sort of tactics did they employ to try to encourage you and your fellow volunteers to leave?

A: The most frightening situations involved fire at the elementary school and the church where we had our mass meetings.  They did drive bys.  They shot into our parking lot.  One night several pickups pulled up and turned their lights on high and just sat there while we cringed inside the office.  I was driven off the road and there were miscellaneous beatings and arrests.

Q: Looking back, what was the biggest obstacle you had to overcome as the veritable stranger in a strange land?

A:  I was one of three white volunteers from the Bay Area.  Our job was to get blacks to register to vote regardless of the consequences and one of those consequences might be death.  Other possible consequences included losing one’s job, being taken off the food subsidy list and there was always the Klan.

So here I was at eighteen going door by door trying to get these folks to believe me and trust that what I was telling them was the truth.  “Trust and believe.”  Now why would black Americans – they were called “colored” then – not trust white people?  Two hundred and fifty years of history was part of it.  A second reason was that most of them had never been “touching” close to white people before.  Theirs was a world where they had to step off the sidewalk or cross the street if a white person walked toward them.  Third, every rule of southern culture was supported by violence and retribution.

We were aliens.  We came from 3000 miles away.  We had different ideas, manners and language.  Language was a major problem.  The people of Pineville, where I spent most of the summer, had a Geechee or Gullah accent.  The Gullah People, who came from the west coast of Africa, live on the Sea Islands off the coast of South Carolina and Georgia.  Theirs is the most complete and oldest “African” language in the United States.  I expected to hear a southern accent, not an African dialect and it was very difficult to understand.  We, on the other hand, spoke collegeese – long sentences made up of big words about things that were largely unimportant to them.

Stated simply, we wanted them to risk their lives on something that probably couldn’t happen and they didn’t trust us, didn’t like us, were afraid of us and couldn’t talk to us.

Q: What is something about the Civil Rights Movement that most people don’t know?

A:  One thing is that it was made up of “common” people.  Local black teenagers – high school students – did most of the work for our project.  We didn’t have a Martin Luther King, Jr.  Newspaper men weren’t hanging around to watch what happened.  No photographers caught the flames when our church was burned to the ground.  We were just folks who thought change was necessary and we were willing to work until that change happened.

Most of the people I knew were not nonviolent.  I was in a farming community.  Men carried rifles because they were hunters and because they wanted to protect their families.  If we took kids to a demonstration we frisked them first to be sure they “seemed” nonviolent.

Recently I met a black woman who was part of The Movement in Atlanta, Georgia, in the early sixties.  She was interested in my book, because she didn’t know there were white people involved in The Movement.  Freedom Summer recruitment was about 1000 whites.  Our Second Freedom Summer recruitment was about 400.  Whites were part of the Freedom Rides, but most of the demonstrations were carried out by blacks.  However, whites did take part.

Q: Tell us about some of Pineville’s bright spots that reinforced your commitment to the causes you believed in.

A:  Let me refer you to your “Share your favorite scene from the book” later in this interview.  Mrs. Crawford made a conscious decision to trust me with her life.  Each time someone got on the bus to go to the courthouse they trusted us.  That’s incredibly heady for an eighteen-year-old considering what the dangers were.  This is my best example of “connecting” with local folks.  It just took months to get to this point.

Q: If you were newly graduated today, where would you go to make a difference (and why)?

A:  Register and vote.  Pay attention to the issues.  If you want to “go” somewhere, there are still a Peace Corps and a Teacher Corps.  Many churches have projects helping the poor and disadvantaged here and abroad.

Q: What inspired you to write You Came Here to Die, Didn’t You?

A:  I have a South Carolina family I will describe in another question.  We’ve been family since 1965.  In 2000 I took my husband Joe down to meet them.  He made a video of the family reunion our visit engendered.  Later that year I was going to have lunch with a dear friend.  I wanted to give her a special gift, so I took the video and shared it with her.  “You have to write a book about this,” she said.  She edited every word.  The book went its own way as books will and it is not about the Sarah Butler family, but it definitely started with them.

Q: What’s the story behind the title you gave your book?

A:  Let me share an excerpt from my book.

Monday, June 14, 1965

“You came here to die, didn’t you.” It isn’t a question. It’s a challenge from a scrawny Negro teenager in faded bib overalls. His bare chest glistens in the hot Georgia sunshine. He reeks of body odor and my stomach lurches as I look up at his black eyes, then down to his unshod feet in the grass.

I’m standing on the sidewalk at Morris Brown, a Negro college in Atlanta. The Civil Rights Movement is front-page news across the United States. As an eighteen-year-old, white, female voter-registration volunteer from California, I’d expected to be applauded upon arrival for a week of voter-registration training. Instead of a welcoming committee and pep rally, only this young man’s almost angry dare welcomes me.

“I’m talkin’ to you,” he snaps. I force myself to meet his eyes. “If you didn’t come here to die, it’s time you git back into that car and head back to New York, Chicago or wherever you come from.”

 

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