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I learned most of the rules from one civil rights worker including the rule that saved my life: Shelby, 25, a black native of Mississippi and a veteran civil rights worker, taught me how to drive Movement-style. "Remember," he would instruct, "these are dirt roads which the Man rarely uses. The difference between me and most of the others in ACLU was that I was coming from a high-powered law firm in New York. That never happens." Then they start a discussion about the significance of the acquittal ignoring my role and what it might mean about new Southern attitudes. From this case, I develop some minor stature and, you know, SNCC is an organization which is really an "us" and "them." And "them" are the ones who aren't staying long in the South. She is sitting on the porch of the Freedom House; atop its second floor I see a huge poster of black and white hands united across signs proclaiming "SNCC" and "MFDP." She's angry at me.
The others had been mostly operating small offices, like I have now. But I kind of got a little closer because of the victory. She coolly explains that one of the reasons punctuality rules existed was to spare those waiting the need to wonder if you were dead. Aviva then relaxed, asked about my background, and, of course, how long I was staying.
Many a prosecutor regretted asking my clients, merely attempting to establish the outsider as a civil rights worker: "Aren't you with the N double A CP? I loved Steven's Kitchen across the street, where civil rights workers ate, related their experiences and relaxed together. So while the lawyers would hang out together, I would hang out with SNCC and attracted negative notice among the lawyers, who started telling me that "You really don't want to spend too much time with them. Mustering my deepest voice to mask my fear, the state trooper now a mere five paces ahead of me, I demanded to know why he was blocking a lawyer entering a courthouse in the United States of America. They call our case and the "victim-thug" testifies about how he was struck by her.
" A wrinkle would creep up the brow of the witness as he began to explain that he had come down with COFO, joined SNCC, is at times attached to MFDP, but mostly just "works for the Peoples." Distinguishing the civil rights workers from any other group of Americans was the need for rules to stay alive. Shaking but pleased that I could execute a turn at 45 mph, and excited that Shelby thought I would ever need this dubious skill. The worlds of the black sharecropper and the civil rights worker would fuse in the year-long drives for voter registration, school integration and other civil rights goals. He drove me to North Farish Street and took me up to the ACLU office. At this point, I am not sure I had ever heard of SNCC, or knew that it was a separate organization: I thought there was Dr. They are impossible, just lawbreakers, and they thrive on it. And then she testifies that he pushed her, and so on. Don: I am overwhelmed by the poverty I had not seen in the capital city of Jackson.
Freezing winters were relieved, if at all, by a pot-belly stove, the only source of heat as well as the sole implement for cooking. Medical care was virtually non-existent from birth to death, from no prenatal care to unattended demise.
And medical care was desperately needed for nutritionally-starved adults and lethargic, malnourished children, the product of a diet of greens, cornbread, occasional pork parts drowned in thick gravy, Kool-Aid and coffee. Isn't it horrible that another one was shot to death?
Do you have a family (meaning a wife and children)? Representing the black farmer was a shock for a Wall Street lawyer accustomed to impersonal, professional relationships timed to the quarter hour.
And so the day finally came and I sat in an airport, awaiting a plane that flew to Jackson, Mississippi. During those three years, I was to discover and rediscover an alien world, no, two alien worlds: one, that of the black sharecropper, the other that of the civil rights worker each in its own way fighting to overcome a caste system, conceived in slavery, reinforced by law and official acquiescence, and maintained by custom and violence.
En route to Mississippi, where the prevailing civic and cultural activity seemed to be the lynching of blacks and sympathetic outsiders like myself I felt a twinge of madness. Kennedy airport, on August 15, 1965, waiting for a flight South to serve a three-week stint as a volunteer civil rights lawyer, I was proud . The world of the black sharecropper, invisible to voter registrars and census takers, materialized for me in the form of families with as many as 18 children, living in wooden, dirt-floored shacks, the walls with gaping holes covered by newspapers and pictures of Jesus Christ, John Kennedy and Martin Luther King, Jr.
To avoid provocation, there were the rules of nonviolence (If cursed, do not curse back; if pushed, do not push back; if struck, do not strike back) and the rules of behavior and dress (Avoid bizarre or controversial behavior. This I never believed until it actually happened; the civil rights worker was barely scratched after he was propelled from the car.) --and many more rules. Within moments of driving my vehicle through the off-limits community, I was spotted by three whites who immediately jumped into a pickup truck, with rifles in racks across the rear window. The price was high and those who crossed that line could never return. Finally boarding a Delta flight to the capital city of Jackson, I remember my image that I would step off the plane into swamp. While some white guys were hassling them, one pushed her and she lost her balance and brushed against him with a sign. " Formed by President Kennedy because of embarrassment about Southern racism, seen by the emerging African nations. SNCC has a place and we work there and get it down nice and pat, until we are ready. " I say, "Yes, your honor." The Judge grunts, "Very well, Not Guilty. Next case." In hindsight, I believe he did it because the case was going to take so long or perhaps to reward the naive lawyer who took his court seriously enough to bring 20 witnesses to a Southern civil rights trial. As they go to trumpet the result, while the client goes with me to the ACLU office. So, I say goodbye to the SNCC people, figuring I won't be seeing them again. " I said, "Sure." A guy named Peter came by the next morning and we drove up, having a grand time talking. And they say, we never get lawyers up here, because and they name my Boss and then they stop in the middle of the sentence. They say, "Well, at least you should meet him [the leader]." A trick I now know but didn't know then. I shake hands with the local leader, he invites me in and feeds me. And then I say, "I'll represent you." He never even asked.
Bruce: You know, to this day I still disable the dome light on every car I drive so it doesn't light up when I open the door. Also, in those days I was suffering from back problems and I wore a back girdle. A high prestige group, they primarily represent civil rights leaders, Ministers, and other higher ups. Its formal name was the Lawyer's Constitutional Defense Committee of the American Civil Liberties Union. The lawyers start to heckle me immediately, which is really getting on my nerves. Somebody says we got somebody going up in that area. Finally he says, "Alright, turn off here." That day I learned "Colored Geography." When the pavement ends, the colored man's dirt road and world begin. " He says, "I know where it is but I always get the name wrong: 'Okahola' or 'Okalona,' one of those Indian names." The names sounded familiar. I said, "I'll come back on the way from Holly Springs." I found out when the case is and I say the Boss must never find out. I double back to the highway, then head north, then west a short way. Resisting the temptation to sightsee, I continue due north to my destination: Holly Springs, a sleepy Southern community where blacks work the Man's place on shares, and maybe earn a bit off season in nearby Memphis, Tennessee.
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A further complication was the tendency of some blacks, dating back to days of slavery, to tell the white man what it was thought he wanted to hear.