Abstract
The young black boyâmaybe sixteen years old if his smooth young face is a measureâ stands handcuffed in a corner of the store while two policemenâone white and one blackâ take down particulars; the black policeman talking to him while scribbling into a small notebook. âI told these boys,â the woman behind the counterâa black womanâtells the white policeman who is entering notes into his pad too, âthat if they keep coming in here trying to steal I was going to call the cops.â She was scooping up cigarettes, gum, candy, and other counter items, handing them to a helper who was putting them beneath the counter. The store wasnât closing; itâs just that the neighborhood wasnât changing either. Black power in Greenwood, Mississippi, helped make possible the black-owned gas station and convenience store where this arrest took place. In the 1950s, Amzie Moore, head of the NAACP in neighboring Bolivar County, had the only black-owned gas station in the Mississippi Delta. He refused to put up âwhiteâ and âcoloredâ signs and seated in his homeâs bay window with a rifle, floodlights pouring over the backyard, at least when we were there, he kept watch to protect himself, us, and his house from the attack he was certain would be coming from outraged whites one night. Black power has desegregated Greenwoodâs police force, elected blacks to the cityâs Board of Aldermen, and made it possible for a black man like me to enter the Leflore County courthouse in Greenwood and have a white clerk politely ask, âMay I help you, sir?â The questions surrounding young boys like the one I saw being arrested at the convenience store remain unanswered. Black Power. Although Richard Wright wrote a book with that title, history will always associate the words with Stokely Carmichael, who on June 16, 1966, while continuing a protest march begun by James Meredith, spoke them in a Greenwood park not far from the gas station where years later I was witnessing that young boyâs arrest. Earlier that June day in 1966, Stokely too had been arrested. âThis is the 27th time . . .â he told the crowd of 1,000. âI ainât going to jail no more. . . . We been saying freedom for six years and we ainât got nothinâ. What we gonna start saying now is Black Power!â he roared to amens, clapping, and stomping feet. He stood, eyes blazing, fist clenched with one finger pointing, like a wrathful prophet stepped straight from the pages of the Old Testament as Willie Ricks, a Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee organizer, leapt to the platform. âBLACK POWER!â Ricks shouted out, âBLACK POWER! What do you want?â âBLACK POWER!â the crowd responded with a force that startled a press corps expecting to hear the tones of we shall overcome. And Stokely Carmichael exploded onto the national stage and into the national consciousness as yet another unexpected black leader whose anger and dissatisfaction seemed to come out of nowhere.
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