Greenwich Village, 1958.
In Birmingham, where
I grew up, white people don’t see you. Or if they do, it’s out of the corner of
their eye, making sure they don’t brush against you when you’re on the same
side of the street. Like they’re thinking black skin is catching and they don’t
want to be caught.
We couldn’t eat in
the same restaurants or go to the same schools or ride the bus except in the
back. Reverend
Shuttlesworth said we have to do something about it and started the Alabama
Christian Movement for Human Rights. In 1956 he spoke out on TV, saying unless
the buses were desegregated in the next six days, members of the group would
desegregate themselves.
The KKK
bombed his house of course, but God kept him and his family whole. And the day
after that we boarded the bus and refused to sit in the back, and they arrested
us—none too gently, either. Waited hours and hours before we even got water;
waited days to get out at all.
I was done, after
that. I love and respect Reverend Shuttlesworth but I was done. I heard about
the Beats, the
Beat movement and I wanted to be with artists who cared about what instruments
you played and how you played, not the color of your skin.
I borrowed money from
my grandfather for a bus to D. C. – then hitched to New York and got down to
the Village with the last money I had. And sitting in the park, I just pulled
out my guitar and people started putting money in my case; and a few days later
I met Les and we started playing together. Been playing ever since.
Meanwhile, Reverend kept
on working. In 1957 he was part of the On February 14, 1957, he attended the
founding of the Southern
Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC) in New Orleans. Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr.,
and Reverend
Ralph Abernathy founded it and now they’re all working together. Some call
the day they met Valentine’s Day, but I think of it as the day we all said, we’re
Americans. And we’re not afraid to stand up for ourselves.
In March of that year,
Reverend and his wife Ruby tried to desegregate the white-only waiting room of
the Birmingham train station. Both the police and a mob outside left them
alone, and Reverend had kind words for Public Safety Commissioner Robert
Lindbergh. But in June Lindbergh lost the election to Bull
Connor, and don’t you tell me he’s not KKK. If you say that, I’m telling
you, you’re wrong.
Now I’m thinking I
can’t stay here and watch what happens on TV. I’m going down to Birmingham,
help the Reverend and my family and everyone working so hard to stand up for
what’s right. Walk into a “whites only” restaurant in my best suit and sit
down. Let ‘em drag me to jail, shoot a hose full of water at me. Because civil
rights are everyone’s rights, not just white people’s. Les says he wants to go
with me. But whether he goes or not, I’m going. Strong.
Robert
“Bo” Atkins
American
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