The Black History Month Project

The first time I saw the image above – it hit me – my ancestors were on those boats.

Category: Memphis Tenn

Rosa Parks

I’ve written previously of my experiences visiting the American Civil Rights Museum in Memphis Tennessee. One of the exhibits that stuck with me long after I left the building is very simple. It is a old style transit bus, with a conductor that repeatedly instructs passengers (Black passengers that is) to move to the back of the bus.

Bus Exhibit at The National Civil Rights Museum

Rosa Parks would have faced treatment like this on a daily basis as she rode the bus to and from her job. On December 1, 1955 she stood up (or rather continued to sit) on principle. The driver of the bus she was on instructed her to yield her seat to a white passenger and she refused to move.

Rosa Parks being fingerprinted during her arrest.

As secretary of the Montgomery Alabama chapter of the NAACP Parks would have been conversant in the art of Civil Disobedience. But, this act was special, it sparked the Montgomery Bus Boycott and, remains an iconic moment in the History of the Civil Rights Movement in America.

Martin Luther King Jr.

Like nearly everyone in the English Speaking World, my first introduction to Dr. King was through the “I Have a Dream” Speech given on August 28 1963 during the March on Washington , but my (intellectual) relationship with Dr. King began much later, in the parking lot of the Lorraine Hotel – now the National Civil Rights Museum in Memphis Tennessee.

Me at 17 years old, feet from the balcony where MLK died. 30 years later and worlds apart, thanks in part, to Him.

As I stood mere feet from the site where he died, I took in for the first time, that this one Man had stood tall against tyranny and for his troubles gave what Lincoln called “The Last Measure of Devotion.” On April 4, 1968 Martin Luther King Jr, was shot by James Earl Ray on the balcony outside room 306.

Decades after King died the facade of the Lorraine Motel was preserved with an extension added to house the Civil Rights Museum. The tactile exhibits include a 1960’s bus with the driver telling you to move to the back, artifacts from the time of the farce that was “seperate but equel”, and Dr. King’s greatest speech on continuous loop.

That trip to Memphis had a profound impact on me in so many ways that it would take me years to understand. One of the more superficial is my newfound understanding of Lyrics such as Walking in Memphis, and the Not-so superficial newfound apprciation for the Lyric of the U2 Song Pride (In the Name of Love although King was shot in the early evening not early morning.

Lyrics by U2: (add highlights to the April 4 verse and link to lyrics online)

One man come in the name of love
One man come and go
One man come here to justify
One man to overthrow
In the name of love!
One man in the name of love
In the name of love!
What more? In the name of love!

One man caught on a barbed wire fence
One man he resists
One man washed on an empty beach
One man betrayed with a kiss

In the name of love!
What more in the name of love?
In the name of love!
What more? In the name of love!

Mmm…mmm…mmm…
Early morning, April 4
Shot rings out in the Memphis sky
Free at last, they took your life
They could not take your pride

In the name of love!
What more in the name of love?
In the name of love!
What more in the name of love?
In the name of love!
What more in the name of love…

Amazing Grace, How Sweet the Sound

For me Amazing Grace represents; my favorite song, one of my favorite movies of all time, a catalyst for my interest in the Slave Trade, and so much more. A quick glance at my iPod will find these simple words “Amazing Grace How Sweet the Sound” etched on the back, but what it won’t tell you is what those words have come to mean to me.

My journey with Amazing Grace started (to the best of my memory) with the rendition offered by Elvis Presley, a man who could easily be dismissed for his failings in later life, but should be remembered for bringing Black Music’s essence to the masses, at the very least within the context of this blog. It has, since the first time I heard it, been my favorite song. I have several versions on my iPod including – of course – the Elvis Version, and one or two that are mostly bagpipes.

This song written by John Newton and published in 1779, has come to be the most meaningful piece of music in my life, and, is in some ways the inspiration for The Black History Month Project – I first saw the photo header (or similar image) while researching Amazing Grace.

The story goes: a Slave Ship Captain is in his cabin one night in the mid-Atlantic in the midst of a terrible storm. He can hear the slaves in the berths below screaming in pain and fear, the sound of their cries awakens him to the sheer horror of what he is doing. Transporting ship after ship full of souls to their deaths, or possibly worse, to a lifetime of servitude. The Captain repents and vows to find a new line of work. In the morning the storm has passed the ship remains afloat. The Captain thankful that his life has been spared, reflects on his life and pens the lyrics to Amazing Grace.

The first time I heard this story (or some version of it) I was moved beyond words that a piece of music that already meant so much to me could have such a profound connection to my ancestral history – a special thank you to my OAC Lit teacher John Rogers, I can’t remember exactly how, but he had something to do with my learning this information. There are no words to describe the understanding and clarity that come with the realization that a) not all of your ancestors were born free and b) for some these horrible Atlantic crossings were a part of their reality.

My research has shown that some of the details do not hold completely true to the story I was first told. But, the salient facts remain; John Newton was indeed a Slave Ship Captain and upon seeing the error of his ways he left the trade, settled in the priesthood and wrote this song.

And then came the Movie: When Amazing Grace the Movie  was released on my 25th Birthday – March 23, 2006, I saw it as a sign. A movie based upon my favorite song of all time? Pure providence.

The Movie follows the life of William Wilberforce – the man who would mastermind the end to the Slave Trade, in the movie Wilber consults his preacher – John Newton. Although the plot was ripped from the history books, I will not give away anything here as I hope that all will take the time to view this movie.

Lyrics:

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

T’was Grace that taught my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come;
‘Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far
and Grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me.
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

When we’ve been here ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun.
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’ve first begun.