Remembering Julian Bond

The following article was disseminated by the Campaign for America’s Future in its Progressive Breakfast daily newsletter. A link to a companion article is provided at the end of this post. The article is reprinted here with the permission of Roger Hickey who, with Robert Borsage, co-directs this progressive center and effort. Its website is available at: http://ourfuture.org/.

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In Praise of Julian Bond

August 17, 2015

Robert Borosage

 

America lost a giant this weekend when Julian Bond left us at 75. And CAF lost a friend, a founder, a mentor and a guide. Julian lived a large life, devoted to making America better. And we all are beneficiaries of his work and his wisdom.

He came to his calling naturally, part of what he loved to say were “six generations” of college educated leaders. His grandfather was born a slave in 1863; freedom came only when the Civil War was won and the 13th Amendment was ratified in 1865. As Julian told the story to a spellbound audience:

At age 15, barely able to read and write, (his grandfather) hitched his tuition, a steer, to a rope, and walked across Kentucky to Berea College… Sixteen years later he graduated, and the college asked him to deliver the commencement address. He said then:

“The pessimist from his corner looks out on the world of wickedness and sin, and blinded by all that is good or hopeful in the condition and progress of the human race, bewails the present state of affairs and predicts woeful things for the future.”

“In every cloud he beholds a destructive storm, in every flash of lightning an omen of evil, and in every shadow that falls across his path a lurking foe.”

“He forgets that the clouds also bring life and hope, that lightning purifies the atmosphere, that shadow and darkness prepare for sunshine and growth, and that hardships and adversity nerve the race, as the individual, for greater efforts and grander victories.”

“Greater efforts and grander victories.” That was the promise made by the generation born in slavery more than 140 years ago. That was the promise made by the generation that won the great world war for democracy more than five decades ago. That was the promise made by those who brought democracy to America’s darkest corners four decades ago, and that is the promise we must all seek to honor today.

Julian stayed true to that charge all of his life. At age 17, while a student at Morehouse, he organized sit-ins that challenged segregation of cafeterias, parks and theaters in Atlanta. At 75, he embraced the rise of the #BlackLivesMatter movement, seeing them as directly part of the centuries long struggle for equal justice.

While at Morehouse, Julian was a varsity swimmer, editor of the literary magazine, an intern for Time Magazine, handsome, brilliant and slated for success. But freedom called, so he dropped out of Morehouse to help found SNCC, the Student NonViolence Coordinating Committee, serving as its secretary, a rational voice in its drive to break segregation and gain the right to vote. (He returned to receive his degree in 1971.)

Julian kept on pushing. After the passage of the Voting Rights Act, he led registration drives and was one of the first legislators elected to the Georgia State House in 1965. But by then he had become a strong opponent of the Vietnam War, knowing that any hope for progress at home was being drained by the costly folly abroad. The Georgia legislature refused to seat him when he refused to repudiate his antiwar views. His constituents elected him three times; three times the legislature rejected him. Finally, the Supreme Court overruled them, and he began what became two decades in the Georgia House and Senate.

By 28, he was leading an insurgent Georgia delegation to the tumultuous 1968 Chicago Democratic Party Convention. There he seconded the nomination of antiwar Senator Eugene McCarthy and had his own name placed in nomination as Vice President.

Julian combined his passion for justice with an equally sharp wit and enjoyment of the absurd. While he was organizing sit-ins at Morehouse, he was also taking part in formal teas dressed in his Sunday best with white students from Emory or Agnes Scott.

“Typically a well-meaning white student would say as we were parting –“If only they were all like you.” That stimulated the young Bond to pen a poem:

Look at that girl shake that thing,

We can’t all be Martin Luther King.*

His wife, attorney Pamela Horowitz, wrote that he once said his tombstone should read “race man” on one side, and “easily amused” on the other.

Julian was, as the Library of Congress celebrated him, a “living legend.”

He was a founder of the Southern Poverty Law Center and served as its first president. He chose to leave electoral politics to teach, guide institutions, mentor the young, write and speak. He served as chair of the NAACP from 1998 to 2010.

Julian experienced first hand the fight to end segregation and win the right to vote. He celebrated the progress achieved by the movement for justice that culminated in the election of Barack Obama as president.

But he didn’t let the progress blind him to the reality.

He knew America. “America is race,” he once said. “Barack Obama’s election and reelection was testament to one man’s singular abilities, and not to racial nirvana across the land. His victory didn’t herald the post-civil rights America or mean that race had been vanquished. It couldn’t eliminate structural inequity or racist attitudes.”

“The truth is Jim Crow may be dead, but racism is alive and well. That’s the central fact of life for every nonwhite American, including the president of the United States. It eclipses income, position and education. Race triumphs them all.”

And he knew only citizen movements could provide the motor force in the ongoing fight for justice. He hailed Martin Luther King Jr. as a leader, but taught repeatedly: “ Most of those who made the movement were not famous, they were the faceless. They were the nameless, the marchers with tired feet, the protesters beat back with fire hoses and billy clubs, and the unknown women and men who risked job and home and life.” It was a people’s movement who found their own leaders. “It’s always a time for civil disobedience,” he argued, noting the direct line that went from the revolt against slavery to the civil war to Emmit Till to Treyvon Martin and Sandra Bland.

Bond praised the progress made by the civil rights movement, but realized that much remained to be done. Speaking to the 2015 Barbara Jordan Forum at the University of Texas, Bond taught: “While we struggle today with greater efforts and grander victories, we still are tested by hardships and adversity. The rich have been sitting at the banquet table, and the rest of us have been on the menu.” People of color are particularly beset by growing income inequalities. For example, the median wealth of white households is 20 times greater than that of black households, and 18 times greater than that of Hispanic households. The chance of imprisonment is 577 percent higher for black Americans than it is for white Americans.

Julian Bond leaves us now. The race still unfinished, but his run has made a triumphant contribution, fulfilling his grandfather’s charge of “greater efforts and grander victories.” President Obama called Julian a hero and a friend, noting that “Julian Bond helped change this country for the better. And what better way to be remembered than that.”

*Copyright © Julian Bond, 1960, all rights reserved

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Click here to read Roger Hickey’s remembrance of Julian Bond, which was distributed as a companion piece to this article.

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “Remembering Julian Bond

  1. After I was sanctioned for denouncing war and the military, I was invited to speak at American U in Washington. My host shared office space with Mr Bond: a heroic war resister against the genocide in Vietnam. (Sorry Sen. McCain, no war heroes who cowardly bombed innocents from the sky in Nam. You should apologise for your actions in that unjust war!!) My host told me “that is Julian’s chair.” I touched it and sat in it for just a moment: A moment I won’t forget, and we should never forget Mr Bond and his role in resisting American imperialism and Jim Crow.

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