CAUTION: RANTING
When I picked this book for my book club I knew it was topical. I knew we (as a nation) need to focus our attention on the racism in this country and one way to do that is to remind ourselves what we've already been through. When I picked this book for my book club, the shooting in South Carolina hadn't happened. And the Confederate flag was a mostly forgotten relic gently flapping its message of hate at a state capitol building, and sparking the fire of racism in some southern minds. When I picked this book for my book club, Donald Trump hadn't yet announced his 2016 Presidential bid along with his racism.
Let's turn to 1963. On September 15, 1963 there was a bombing at a church in Birmingham, Alabama killing 4 young girls. Children. Addie, Denise, Carole and Cynthia - The Four Spirits. The white author lived in Birmingham during this era and she promised herself that if she ever became a novelist, she would write about this time in history. There are autobiographical elements. It's not about Addie, Denise, Carole and Cynthia - it's about cross section of fictional characters, black and white, good and evil. There are a lot of characters points of view and at times I thought too many, but the author set out to paint a picture of life in the time and life in that time can only be described through many visions. It worked for me.
This is a story of the most extreme bravery. I have been the only white person in a room many times and never felt a qualm about it. I remember one time I was on a local bus in Jamaica, it was PACKED and I was not only the only white person, but the only woman. I see a policeperson and generally feel safe (or that I'm going to get a ticket :( ), they see a policeperson and wonder if they are going to be killed. Today. In 2015. It IS that black and white. I applaud every person of color who ever tried to grab a burger at a Woolworth's lunch counter. Who put themselves in that seat of rejection and were rejected. I want to cry for them. To hug them, and because I'm Italian, cook for them.
After the bombing, one of the characters is digging through debris of the church, looking for survivors. In his head echoes of MLK ..."I live a nightmare, I live a nightmare ... "
There's a quote in the book: "In church, you have a right to be safe. Surely?" (Fast forward to 2015: Not yet.) "No safe place. She wept with shame. They allowed no sanctity, no sacred place. And she? The force of hate left her mindless. Helpless. Bound to the shame of her own helplessness. Raped again, made helpless."
In November, Kennedy is killed. I've always thought of that day as the entire nation mourning. Our beloved president shot. I don't think of the past in the terms of the "red and blue" I think of the present. But it was there. Residents of the South celebrated because Kennedy was pro-integration and now he was gone. "The dusk air of the city was festive...... Everybody walked briskly. They were exhilarated, these shoppers and commuters of Birmingham." One of the characters in the book works at a gas station. He offers customers free confederate flag stickers in celebration. (Fast forward to 2015: Confederate flag patch on a jacket.)
To talk about the characters and their circumstances is to recount the whole book. Suffice it to say that there were heroes, and cowards. There was great, gut wrenching sadness. There were goosebumps. There was so much fear. Palpable fear. There were the Four Spirits watching over the city. There were martyrs. Was there change? True change? We changed the laws, but did we change hearts and minds?
This felt like a passion project for Jeter Naslund. I'm a fan of her other works, but there is something about this book that just got me in the core. Not sure it would impact everybody the same way, but it certainly did me. Though a long book, it moved quickly and I was completely immersed in the reading of it. I'm so glad I finally read this! It's been sitting here for AGES. But I know that the timing was right. I know that because because less than a month ago 9 people were killed in a church. And just a day before that an overt racist announced his bid for the White House. AND HE'S NUMBER TWO IN THE REPUBLICAN POLLS. (Supporting Trump is a condoning racism. No ambiguity.) This is a nation with people who teach their children racism, as Roof's father clearly did. We have to just say no. We have to make it stop. WE HAVE TO MAKE IT STOP.
In Jeter Naslund's words we need "a readiness to be kind, one to another; the courage to embrace people, without regard for color, for their essential HUMANNESS."