Four Hundred Souls: A Community History of African America, 1619-2019
In the fall of 1968, I entered the hospital for an appendectomy. It seemed like horrible timing for me, a couple months away from turning 12 years old, in 6th grade. I had just been asked to join the 7th-grade basketball team, which had never before happened. Old Winthrop High School had a K-6 elementary and a 7-12 high school. So it was to be quite the privilege. And I was so looking forward to it.
But under the radar for me at the time was my fellow 6th-graders' dive into the '68 presidential election, which would prove to be quite controversial. I was one of three students asked to lead a kind of debate to try and convince classmates to vote for either Richard Nixon, Minnesota's own Humbert Humphrey or a third-party candidate, Alabama Governor George Wallace.
Even at my young age, I had become quite interested in the election following a violent year, including the assasinations of Martin Luther King, Jr. and Bobby Kennedy. And I had already been intrigued about the thoughts and proposals of HHH.
But the appendix attack and hospital stay set me back, and two classmates chose Nixon and Humphrey. That left me "supporting" Wallace. I knew little about the man other than some black and white TV clips, and I was not happy with the assignment. Upon further research, I struggled to have to "defend" his candidacy during this "campaign."
I've often been asked over the years how I developed my liberal, progressive beliefs, having grown up in conservative, rural Minnesota. Was it this assignment? The turbulent days of '68? Was it my father's democratic leanings? Or my sibling's influences? I'm not certain any in particular could be pointed to as a leading influence. Maybe it was simply that I matured early, nearly six-foot by the time I hit the 7th grade.
But I was already challenging authority. A good thing, I have learned.
And part of that early, progressive thought process brought me to pressing social justice issues of the day. My older brother, Tom, was set to graduate in the spring of '69 and the Vietnam War was on our family's minds. My father, Louis, was a veteran but not one to blindly support military intervention, and I remember him and Tom talking about Vietnam; neither supported the war and Tom was not planning to accept any involvement in it. I remember talks of conscientious objections or Canada. Luckily, Tom's asthma kept him out of the service.
But it was the civil rights movement which most interested me, concerned me. I was years away from any draft number, but the horrors of the Wallace campaign and rhetoric loomed large for me. As did the spirted, and prophetic, words of MLK.
I didn't meet a Black American until college days, first at St. Cloud, then on to the University of Minnesota. But the messages were already clear to me -- the African-American journey was one of pain and suffering. And terrible injustices.
Yet, until now -- until the death of George Floyd -- I had not dived deep into that history, that horrible path through slavery, lynchings, police brutality, discriminatory public policy and more.
Why? Was it my failure to look deeper, do more? Was it a history written from a white, privileged hierarchy? Where was the real history of this country; where were these stories?
So, to kick off Black History Month, I first read The African American History: How Black Americans Have Shaped Our Country, by Henry Lewis Gates and Cornel West. Published in 2000, it had sat on my shelf for too long. To wrap up the month, I needed much more.
In Four Hundred Souls, the stories are told by 80 different Black writers, historians and activists. And they're powerful, often horrific. Each was assigned a five-year period from 1619-2019. Published just this year, it was spearheaded and edited by Ibram Kendi and Keisha Blain. It's a masterpiece and a must-read.
Trouble is, it won't be. These are troubled times in race relations.White supremacy resurfaced in ugly, very visible ways over the past several years, thanks in large part to a Trump administration which saw a path to the White House and exploited it.
Where do we go from here? We listen. We read. We tell stories.The stories in this book should have been told over and over and over again in our homes and schools. So, today, we have 400-plus years of stories to re-read and absorb, no matter how painful it might be for those of us who have benefitted from a misguided, predominately white male leadership model which remains too prevalent in today's political and evangelical halls.
It must change. We must do better. It won't be easy.