…in the words of Dr. King…the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice. To occupy a space on that long arc…is monumentally important…To document this critical progression in the moral universe of the Texas prison system, as Berryhill skillfully does, is to play a part in the ongoing effort to bring down Jim Crow justice in Texas…
The tragic image of the blues that originated in the Mississippi Delta ignores the competitive and entrepreneurial spirit of the bluesman himself. While it is certainly true that the music was forged…by the legacy of slavery and the insults of Jim Crow, the iconic image of the lone bluesman traveling the road with a guitar strapped to his back is also a story about innovators seizing on expanded opportunities brought about by the commercial and technological advances of the early 1900s. There was no Delta blues before there were cheap, readily available steel-string guitars. And those guitars, which transformed American culture, were brought to the boondocks by Sears, Roebuck & Co.
Tucked into the museum’s American Wing…is a hallway…displaying about 60 baseball cards of some of the first black players in the major leagues…they are poignant reminders of the hardships the players endured, from overt racism in cities with Jim Crow laws to more subtle digs from teammates, fans and owners.
From what we know about Barbour, he was a mere bystander. What’s appalling isn’t that he did not tear down the institution of Jim Crow with his bare hands, it’s that in order to defend being a bystander, he suggests that nothing was happening around him that was worth objecting to. That, like his odd indifference to a fellow student at Ole Miss who was living in a Hell Barbour recalls as a “a very pleasant experience,” does not vouch well for his character, but I’d argue that both tell us something about how differently race is lived in America.
Adam Serwer on Mississippi Governor Haley Barbour’s “rose-colored memories of Jim Crow.”
Anyone familiar with…baseball and its history…knows by now of the great Negro Leagues…and then of Jackie Robinson’s breaking of the color line with the Brooklyn Dodgers. But relatively few know of an even longer and more unusual story, and one that confounds many of our expectations about life in the Jim Crow era. It is the story of interracial baseball, played before thousands of avid fans of both races in virtually all corners of the United States for decades before formal integration took place.
um, what? did not know … didn’t really think about …
Interracial games had been a part of baseball for almost as long as the game has been played. Beginning as early as 1869 in Philadelphia, and becoming a component of professionalized baseball culture by the 1880s, teams of black players and teams of white players stepped out onto the diamonds and went at it for nine innings. Remarkably enough, it was possible for a team like the All Nations (with a roster of blacks, Native Americans, Cubans, Polynesians, Asians, and Italians) to “barnstorm” the country between 1912 and 1920, before they were transformed into the legendary Kansas City Monarchs of the original Negro National League.
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