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294 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2014
Black soldiers in the war, declared veteran William N. Colson in the July 1919 issue of the Messenger, "were fighting for France and for their race rather than for a flag which had no meaning." The war had exposed more of the terrain of struggle, wrote Du Bois. "There is not a black soldier but who is glad he went--glad to fight for France, the only real white Democracy, glad to have a new, clear vision of the real inner vision of the real inner spirit of American prejudice. The day of camouflage is past."
Black people had organized enclaves which they were prepared to defend. Their self-defense was pretty much around a house or church, a meeting place. "Self-defense" in the white community is surrounding the courthouse. They were going to degend the courthouse in different ways. I think of us going to the courthouse [with potential registrants] as a nonviolent offensive maneuver. It allowed us to take the offensive and actually attack. You couldn't go to the courthouse with guns and attack."
A story Stokely Carmichael liked to tell was of bringing an elderly woman to vote in Lowndes County, Alabama: "She had to be 80 years old and going to vote for the first time in her life...That ol' lady came up to us, went into her bag, and produced this enormous, rusty Civil War-looking old pistol. 'Best you hol' this for me, son. I'ma go cast my vote now.'"The United States is an expert in promoting self-censorship. Police/21st c. slave catcher record? Censored. Communism/antithetical to the current oligarchy? Censored. Values human life/liberty/pursuit of happiness over property? Censored. As the Trump administration attempts to contest the fact that it's currently harder for me to get a proper passport than to get a gun by explicitly going after 'transgenders' in depriving us of our second amendment rights, this read was more than timely. It's not my first tango with the subject, as Let It Bang: A Young Black Man’s Reluctant Odyssey into Guns blew my stereotypes wide open and left me hankering for an education that would make Mastercard's Hayes Code 2.0 beg for mercy. Between then and now I read a number of works that qualified as such (The Meaning of Freedom, Golden Gulag, and The Counter-Revolution of 1776 being some of the standouts), but it was guns that had been my personal bugaboo back when my eyes were opened, and it was guns that I had heard undercurrents of whispers of complications when it came to MLK, the Civil Rights Movement, and the Black Panthers. And with his personal experience in the Civil Rights Movement and professional acumen thereon out, Cobb was certainly the right person to take me to the next level.
[Af]ter the January 30, 1956, bombing of [Reverend King's] home in Montgomery, he himself—a man of the South, after all—applied at the sheriff's office for a permit to carry a concealed weapon. He was denied the permit, but this did not stop him from having firearms in his house [.]
The presence of civil rights workers stoked a deep-rooted fear among local Afro-Americans [that was o]ften confused with apathy[....] Another component of what could look like apathy was the fact that local people generally did not have the option of leaving; they were held by family, work, even loyalty to place, or sometimes simply debt [...] And finally, through the use of force and violence, fear had been cultivated in black communities for centuries.These days, if you get involved in the conversation regarding protesting, it's always "Do what I say, lest we all be annihilated (by a government who has always worked to keep this earth a playground for rich people and a workplace/jail for everyone else)". It's the threat that keeps folks hyper-groveling around cops while screaming at cashiers as well as sealioning/vitriolic towards anyone who refuses to give their email address, their face, or their right to self defense to the "peace keepers" hoping to make bank as the next shil for the next election cycle of the oligarchy. Well, newsflash folks, it was all the same during the Civil Rights Movement, from the mass media "radicalization" of younger folks to the backroom deals of status quo folks; there were just a less instantaneous network of solipsizing moderates and a lot more "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." For when someone takes you in as family in a hostile territory, as what happened to Cobb in his Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) in the 60s, they are your knight in shining armor, and woe be upon you if you try to convince them that the ways they have survived the last three centuries of slavery, Reconstruction, and Jim Crow are wrong.
[Sam] Block also succinctly summed up an important sentiment held by many of the activists who were skeptical about the effectiveness of nonviolence: "I would back nonviolence if the whites coming down [as volunteers] for the summer would go into the white community and preach nonviolence."
The "essence of the liberal position [..."] was that "black people didn't deserve equal rights, but they did deserve a safe environment in which to work for white people."
The [police] chief told the Hickses that the Klan was angry that the CORE workers—both 0f whom were white—were staying in a black home. A Klan mob, he warned, was gathering and intended to attack Hickses' house unless their two guests were immediately escorted out of town by police. [...] The chief left, refusing to provide protection. "We have better things to do than protect people who wanted here." [...] Both CORE activists were pacifists, but the experience left them uncertain about their own convictions. "Up to that point I embraced nonviolence," one of them, Steve Miller, said later. "[But] at the point [that armed protection came] I guess I said, 'Oh, I guess I'm not nonviolent anymore." Concealed in the backseat of a car, the two rode back to the Hicks home protected by an armed convoy.What's especially valuable about this text is how objectively Cobb presents his history. Of course that's how it's always supposed to go, but look at the habitus of the settler state and tell me that every 'nonfiction' piece racketing up the bestseller lists isn't a bunch of white anxiety piddle and cishet fearmongering. In contrast, Cobb presents again and again the facts and figures that are continually whitewashed into liberal oblivion to show, no, these KKK leaders can be college educated professionals. No, shooting back did not wipe this Black community from the face of the earth, or even significantly harm the local causes of desegregation and voting rights. No, these nonviolent individuals did not give up their faith, but neither did they disrespect the knights who took it upon themselves to protect them. Indeed, I am now grateful that I trudged through Le Morte d'Arthur as arduously I did, as what Cobb thoroughly explicates is the true evocation of that code of chivalry in all its misconstrued glory: to allot to those who are willing the martyrdom of peace, to allot those who are willing the agony of violence. For we live in a country where time and time again it is force and collectivism and going out in the street with the evidence that you will be cut down no matter what you do that has won your average US "citizen" any modicum of "peace."
Where massive police force or state power was exercised, as in Birmingham and Selma, Alabama, or Jackson, Mississippi, police violence was not a response to either the use of guns or the practice of nonviolence; rather, it was exercised for the sole purpose of crushing black protest and demands in any shape.
And since they were, after all, asking people to put their lives at risk, they had to earn the right to organize. That could not be accomplished by pretending to be more capable of defending themselves or the people who cooperated with them than they actually were.As I read the latest news out of Minnesota, I think about how the Civil Rights Movement could have easily been shot up, burnt alive, kidnapped, summarily executed, and otherwise strangled not into the Voting Rights of Act of 1964, but a brief trivia question about a reverend named Martin Luther King Jr. who could have very well been someone if segregationists hadn't blown him up in his home in 1956. I also acknowledge the pains Cobb must have taken to get this published in the venue he did, how many retractions and self-censorings and otherwise molly-coddling of white moderates he must have done to not have this consigned to dying on the publishing desk. However, both his preface and his afterword were remarkably judgmental and non-grassroots focused in contrast to the bulk of his narrative, going straight into 'urban rioting is out of control and nothing can be done till black on black violence is curtailed' territory. It made me glad I had read both Golden Gulag and In Defense of Looting before this, as well as seen for myself what capitalism does to marginalized communities time and time again in a settler state that grows the enemies it most deserves. For the media is more rapid than ever and the young have not forgotten the pro-Palestine protests, and if you're not comfortable with joining the defense in a properly trained fashion, you'd best stay out of the way, lest you get yourself or someone else killed.
Few if any white terrorists were prepared to die for the cause of white supremacy; bullets, after all, do not fall into any racial category and are indiscriminately lethal.
[Dave] Dennis later remembered [George] Raymond telling him, "C. O. Chinn sits outside with his guns. He won't leave. He says he's here to protect his people. Can you talk to him?" So, Dennis recalled, ["]I went outside to talk to him. He's sitting in the back of his truck with a shotgun across his lap and a pistol by his side. I introduced myself; told him about CORE's nonviolence philosophy. He listened. Then, very calmly he told me: "This is my town and these are my people. I'm here to protect my people and even if you don't like this I'm not going anywhere. So maybe you better leave." I could tell he wasn't a guy for any bull and I could tell he was there to do what he said he was going to do. I didn't argue. I said, "Yes, sir," and shook his hand then walked back into the church thinking, he's got his job to do and I've got mine.["]
Significantly, it was most often the relatively conservative adults involved with the movement, rather than the radical young "militants," who organized armed self-defense in southern black communities. But in the latter part of the 1960s, guns were less important to political struggle in the South because for the most part whites had learned that antiblack violence was ineffective and counterproductive in stopping black political momentum.
'Now you can pray with them or pray for 'em, but if they kill you in the meantime you are not going to be an effective organizer.'
-Worth Long, SNCC field secretary
[Tuscaloosa's black defensive group] also protected some whites who had assisted movement efforts, and the group's efforts in this regard were even more covert, because there were limits on how easily and how safely a black man, especially one carrying arms, could move around a white person. Nonetheless, Mallisham's group surreptitiously guarded Alberta Murray, a white attorney, teacher, and founder of the Council for Human Relations, as she moved throughout the county encouraging voter registration. She did not even know about their protection until much later.
Black life in America has always meant struggle to protect and secure black life in America. That struggle has never centered on the question of nonviolence versus violence. Rather, there has always been one fundamental question [...] : What are you going to do?