Florida. The Sunshine State. Miami Beach. Disney World. Home to oranges, manatees, hibiscuses, and countless retirees who make the state their new year round or winter residence. With a southern tri-county region that has become home to a myriad of Latinos, and Northeastern corridor transplants, when I have visited family and friends over the years I do not feel I am in the south, as I would in Tennessee or Georgia. Yet, Florida, especially the northern and central sections is just as southern as the aforementioned states. The Trayvon Martin case in recent years rings a bell of the racism that is still present in the winter home to northerners. And sadly, this is nothing new. African Americans from Florida joined the Great Migration north, and Zora Neale Hurston wrote of all black hamlets such as Eatonville, built so that blacks could live self-sufficiently away from white authority. The blacks who were not fortunate to leave or move to all black communities, were at the liberty of being threatened by southern bastions of white supremacy on a daily basis. In his Pulitzer winning exposure of this way of life, Gilbert King takes readers back to a court case that was all too indicative of the southern code in the days before integration.
When the newly integrated Brooklyn Dodgers trained in Daytona Beach in 1946, Jackie Robinson could not eat with his teammates or sleep in the same hotels. Local officials threatened to cancel Dodger games if Robinson suited up because his presence threatened a way of life, that of southern white supremacy and segregation. While Robinson was making a name for himself on the baseball diamond, African Americans had another hero, one who hoped to break down the walls of segregation in America. As the young star lawyer for the NAACP, Thurgood Marshall argued cases all over the south where defendants were indicted on the basis of being black. Cases of theft, integration of public places, and, in a few cases, rape, that were tried before all white juries, left African American defendants guilty and facing life in prison and in some cases electrocution. Marshall feared for his own life while traveling through the south, but with each case and subsequent appeal to the US Supreme Court, his mentor Charles Hamilton Houston noted that the walls of segregation were that much closer to crumbling down. Marshall continued to travel through Oklahoma, Tennessee, and other southern states during the 1940s, often with an escort, in hopes of influencing all white juries of the innocence of his defendants.
Before the landmark 1954 Brown v Board case, the apex of Marshall’s career had been the Groveland boys case of 1949. Four African American men in a case of mistaken identity were accused of raping a white woman outside of Groveland, Florida located in central Lake County. Unlike the urban Miami in the south, Lake County was a rural hamlet of farmers and small towns that was governed by Ku Klux Klan members and their cronies. Sheriff Willis V McCall governed with an iron fist and was elected to office seven straight times, overseeing the region until 1972. According to Isabel Wilkerson’s Warmth of Other Suns, if a black man had been targeted by McCall and his men, it was best to get his family on a train heading north with no return date. One subject in Wilkerson’s book refused to return to Florida provided that McCall was still alive and calling the shots. With many Florida lawmakers in his pocket and a member of a local Klavern, if McCall arrested an African American for even the most minor offense, a guilty verdict was all but certain. Marshall along with his legal defense team attempted to change the way of thinking in Lake County, even for those in McCall’s pocket, with three lives at stake facing the chair.
It took Thurgood Marshall and his deputy Franklin Williams multiple tries to find a white lawyer willing to head the defense of Walter Irvin and Samuel Shepherd who were accused of raping Norma Tyson Padgett. Even the most fair minded of lawyers believed in the chastity of the southern flower of white womanhood and feared for their careers should they take this case. Marshall settled on one Alex Akerman who argued for the defense along with Williams and later Marshall and his new deputy Jack Greenberg. The courtroom was much like other cases Marshall had visited over the years: a rural southern community, an all white jury, a judge who believed whites to be superior to blacks, and a southern way of life that believed blacks to be guilty until proven innocent. And yet Marshall won an appeal from the US Supreme Court for these reasons: an all white jury and a venue where his defendants would not receive a fair trial. With Williams going on fundraising tours for the NAACP legal defense fund, Marshall would head the appeals trial himself, even if it meant another trip to the south.
Over the course of the Groveland case, four people died at the hands of McCall and the Klan including two of the defendants. McCall, the devil in the grove, with lawmakers on his side, twisted the truth in the press and in court, making up evidence and new testimonies as he went along. With an all white jury consisting of McCall’s peers, it was all but certain that the prosecution would win whatever appeals Marshall received from the Supreme Court. Marshall in his career only lost three Supreme Court appeals, two of them being death sentences. He admitted that he would probably lose but in his summations, if he could change peoples’ ways of thinking, he would be bringing the south that much closer to integration. With exposure of segregation and supremacy in the northern press, Marshall had allowed Americans to see the conditions blacks faced in southern pockets of white supremacy. After successfully trying Brown v Board in 1954, Marshall still had a long battle of subsequent cases ahead of him, leading to the moniker Mr Civil Rights in African American communities. By 1966, following the passage of the Civil rights act, Marshall was named to the Supreme Court, a position he held until his death.
Eventually, I would like to retire to Florida. I have visited the state every year since I was one year old and even lived there for two years. South Florida, the part of the state I am most familiar with, is a southern paradise. Gilbert King makes me rethink my opinions of the sunshine state as a whole, even if the events of the Groveland boys case took place seventy years ago in a part of the state I only pass through in my route south. I can now successfully check another Pulitzer winner off of my reading list as I continue to honor Jackie Robinson’s 100th birthday year by reading about civil rights.
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