
Yesterday, I and two staff members from the ISJL traveled down the same rural roads these three workers had forty three years earlier to Mt. Zion in Philadelphia, Mississippi for the annual memorial celebration. Social conditions probably haven’t changed much in those parts: dirt roads with ruddy ditches, simple shacks with decomposing siding and tin roofs, and rusted Buicks mired in the front yard’s mud. As we approached the church and entered the sanctuary, we noticed that we were some of the only white people there (we would learn of and meet the other white people after the ceremony, along with a film crew making a documentary and the local state senator). Most of the ceremony was fine (e.g. the music and the emcee); however, the message conveyed by most of the speakers was largely negative. For example: several speakers argued that while the number of African Americans who vote has plummeted in recent decades, more blame is to be placed on the establishment for the lack of black candidates and, in particular, black judges on the federal bench. Furthermore, there was no mention to the fact that Goodman and Schwerner were Jewish. Reference upon reference referred to these three martyr’s belief in Jesus and so forth. This is not to convey any sort of anti-Christian sentiment, but I think it’s important to recognize two of these three workers’ Jewish heritage, especially in lieu of the Goodman or Schwerner family’s attendance at the ceremony. Overall, I wish the message at the service had been more positive, one which encourages and facilitates better community relation (namely between blacks and whites) and also which assumes responsibility where and when needed.
In other news, I had the esteemed opportunity this weekend to go to the Bass Pro Shop. A sort of combination between Disney World and ESPN on early Saturday mornings, this store sells ATVs, boats, handguns, shotguns, bows, crossbows, fishing rods, camping gear, etc. The L.L. Bean store in Freeport, Maine pales in comparison; EMS isn’t even worthy of one. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that this place was GIGANTIC! What’s particularly strange is that among all of these weapons and hallmarks of the rural sporting experience is a Starbucks. Who’s going to purchase a .44 Magnum and then want to enjoy a chai latte? Anyway, in the parking lot I also saw my first Mississippi license plate from Jefferson Davis County. Did the county really need both his first and last name in the name? Isn’t it obvious enough exactly which Davis everyone’s referring to when you live in a state with the confederate flag as part of the state flag? Oh well.
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All so interesting, Dave! Schwerner was a Rural/Development Sociology major at Cornell and the work he did in Mississippi has been the topic of discussion in many of my DSOC classes. There's a window in Sage Chapel that was donated by his class in his memory. It is sad to know that de facto segregation still exists in so many parts of this country despite the efforts of the volunteers of the Summer of '64.
Keep rockin' on in Jackson.
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