Blessings and Curses in the Midst of the Land

by Roberta Wright

Overview

Samuel Wesley Gathing: A Closer Look is the moving true story of Sam and Beatrice Gathing and the struggles they faced rearing their fourteen children during the era of the Jim Crow laws. These laws meant that both society and the system enforced the damaging view that their children were just stupid black kids. In this climate of institutionalized discrimination, Sam had to maneuver his way through a massive minefield of irrational hatred intended to destroy him and his family.

Sam and Beatrice began their life together in December 1929, in Desoto County, Mississippi, taking the gift of a mule named Rock and a big red cow to start their farm. Over the years, as their family expanded, so did the land that they farmed. Sam learned to live by the rules of the day but was always a true leader to both his family and to his friends. Through all the challenges that Sam encountered, his faith in God never wavered-he believed that the truth could be found in God's words and actions, not in the laws that were meant to harm him and his people.

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ISBN-13:	9781490717999
Publisher:	Trafford Publishing
Publication date:	11/27/2013
Pages:	276
Sales rank:	910,261
Product dimensions:	6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.69(d)

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BLESSINGS and CURSES in the Midst of the Land

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By ROBERTA WRIGHT

Trafford Publishing

Copyright © 2013 Roberta Wright
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4907-1797-5

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CHAPTER 1

Searching for an Answer

1908-1926

This is a story about Sam, my poppa, and how I remembered him who also was called by different names because of the roles he played in life. But his wife (our momma) called him Sam while his children called him Poppa. The blacks who knew him called him Reverend Gathing. Most whites called him nigger or boy. And how I remembered him—this includes some of the experiences he shared with me and with his other children also—was as a strong, intelligent man that was a leader and a preacher in the community in which we lived and his leadership through his ministers of several churches spread throughout surrounding communities. However, under Jim Crow, he was forced to play the subservient role of a boy.

His childhood was no different from those of other blacks in northern Mississippi who worked the land as poor farmers—framed house, wood-burning stove, with no electricity, no indoor plumbing.

When the fire from the cast-iron heater burned out during the night, the handmade quilts that Momma, her girls, and sometimes neighborhood women who lived up the hill or across the pasture had assisted her in making from old tattered clothing from her family that had been used and reused by older children and passed down to younger children would keep the family warm. The tattered rags were thrown in the recycle bin to be reused for these beautiful hands to make into quilts to keep her family warm.

I was an early riser like Poppa and Momma, and as I was lying in our double bed that I shared with my two sisters Alberta and Shug under several layer of quilts, I would smell coffee. The strong coffee's aroma told me that Poppa and Momma were up. It was still dark outside. No sounds in the early morning. The familiar sounds of the crickets and the occasional hoots of the Mississippi owls were silent. It seemed that between dawn and before sunrise there is complete silence, a stillness and peace on the farm that could not be found anywhere else. Even before the break of day, the ancient sound of the rooster, a friend to humans, would awaken me and my family to the sound of its cock-a-doodle-doo—a sound that has been around since the beginning of time. For millennium, before the clocks or radios woke up man and beast, the rooster would usually perch on a high place, protecting the hen yard that he thinks belongs to him with his head lifted up to heaven. Its mouth wide open, it would sing cock-a-doodle-doo as though he is trying to wake the whole universe, that it's time to rise and shine. When the rooster crowed, every animal and man seemed to respond to this sound. From the barnyard, the cows would start to moo, and the calves would respond. The horses would neigh, the pigs would snort. The whole family knows it's time to rise and awaken from the night of sleep and slumber.

Although the rooster hadn't crowed, Poppa and Momma were up, preparing for the long workday ahead. I eased out of bed between my two sisters, trying not to wake them and thinking that I could have a few moments alone with Poppa while my siblings are still sleeping. I knew too how Poppa loves to talk to his children, giving the dos and don'ts about life, trying like most other parents to protect their children and try to stop his children from going in the wrong direction by explaining to them some of his own life's experiences: "Save for a rainy day that's sure to come. You will reap what you sow."

As I entered the living room, Poppa was sitting in his green recliner reading his Bible. The living room felt warm and comfortable from the fire he has made in the cast-iron heater with the long pipe extending through the ceiling to the chimney, emitting smoke outside from the wood that one of his boys had brought into the house that they had cut from the woodpile out back.

Poppa looked up from his Bible when I said, "Morning, Poppa."

Upon seeing me, his face became warm, glad to see me. "Morning, girl. You are up early, aren't you?" More a statement than a question, I replied, "Yes, sir."

Poppa said, "I was just thinking about my poppa. He was born in 1882. Remember, he died in 1957. I dreamt about him last night."

"What was it about?" I asked.

"I've had this dream before. I see in this dream my birth mother is walking away from my poppa as he's holding another woman's hand. I never see my mother's face, only her back."

"Oh, Poppa, that's a sad dream," I said.

Poppa continued, "My poppa, John Wesley, was a small dark man who seems to be always working from sunrise to sunset on his five-acre farm and demanded the same from his five children. My only sister Mary were the firstborn from my mother Cynthia, and I was the second child. You know I was six months old when she died. Roberta, I will tell you something about men. Most don't want to be alone. Don't want to raise children without a woman. That's just the way most men are. Now when my mother died in 1908, she was a young woman, only twenty-four years old."

As Poppa was telling me this, a thin veil of sadness just for a moment covered his face. If I hadn't been paying attention, I would have missed his brief moment of sadness. Poppa continued. "During this time, it wasn't unusual for complications to occur during childbirth. Women gave birth at home with the presence of a midwife. I was told that's what happened to my mother. Historically, many died in childbirth. Their husbands remarried. My mother didn't die right away from my birth, however she never did recover."

"No one can replace your mother."

"I grew up with two different stepmothers. My sister Mary and I called her Momma. Millie was her name, and we knew that she wasn't really our mother, that she was that woman who slept with our poppa. I don't remember much about her, though. After giving birth to two of my half brothers—Emerson in 1911 and Booker T. in 1912—she also died young like my mother. My brother Emerson was a hard worker like our poppa, was a drinker of alcohol, but not a heavy drinker like our brother Booker T. Booker T. was nothing but trouble. He fell into the bondage of alcohol. Couldn't stop drinking, drunk himself to death.

"My poppa's last wife was Etta, had a plump, full figure. Dipped snuff loved flowers. Enjoyed working in her flower garden. A good cook, too. Momma Etta and my poppa had one child. A baby girl, a pretty little girl, they named her Iola. I saw the way Momma Etta loved Iola the tender care she gave Iola. I never felt what I saw; I would watch Momma Etta whole her. Nurse her. This made me miss my own mother more. Roberta, I have never told anyone else this. This was so very hard for me I was only six or seven at the time. I used to go behind this big oak tree on my poppa's farm and sit on the ground under this old tree and cry. I had a deep aching longing in my spirit for my mother. Still do."

As Poppa continued to talk about his early life, I smelled the biscuit baking that Momma had made from scratch and the homemade sausages that she had preserved for a time like this.

Poppa talked often about his life. He would tell his children how he and our mother met and how they grew up together. His family was close to Beatrice's family. There was not a time when he didn't know her, and he and our momma played together as children. "Your mother was a pretty little girl. She would laugh a lot. Still do."

"So Momma have always been that way, Poppa?" I asked.

"Yeah. People don't change much, Roberta. It just seemed that she was meant to be my wife. Consequently, when I finished my eighth-grade education from the one-room school house for Negro in 1923 in Marshall County, Mississippi, I wrote to my uncle Luscher (my poppa's brother) and asked him if I could come to Madison, Illinois, to live with him?

Poppa left Mississippi when he was eighteen years old to find work in Madison, Illinois. While living with his uncle Luscher, Poppa found employment in a steel mill. The young man saved every penny that he could because he had made up his mind that he would return to Mississippi when he had enough money saved to marry his childhood sweetheart, Beatrice. December 22, 1929, in the state of Mississippi, Desoto County, Sam and Beatrice became husband and wife.

For a wedding gift, Poppa's father gave him a mule named "Rock" and a big red cow. Poppa bred this red cow, and over the years, her offspring produced over seventy-five cattle and calves.

CHAPTER 2

The World Our Poppa Was Born Into

Poppa, like other people of his era, has seen triumphs and tragedies. He has witnessed wars, revolutions, and social upheavals.

The year 1908 when our poppa was born, one hundred Negro men were lynched by the Ku Klux Klan, a legalized white terrorist group of white men that had its beginnings in 1867. This was the most ruthless political terrorist group in American history.

World War I began in 1914 when Poppa was seven years old. Germans unleashed a horrific new agent of poison gas and attacked a British liner that went down in 1915 with 128 Americans aboard. Congress declared war in April 1917. By 1918, 4 million fresh U.S. troops were over there. The Depression came in 1929; Roosevelt took office amid the Depression.

Hitler's Nazi Germany in 1930-1940 exterminated over 6 million Jews and no whites in the Holocaust gas chambers. Our poppa was twenty-two at the beginning of this horror.

Poppa said that the news that had seeped through the BBC (British Broadcasting) on the horror of Adolf Hitler's Germany and the killing of millions and millions of Jews by putting them in gas chambers—and even 15 million civilians were killed by this murderous and racist regime, including Germans of African descent—were forcibly sterilized.

General Dwight D. Eisenhower was the army general during the Hitler regime from 1930-1940. When he and his army landed on the beach of Normandy, this was the beginning of the end of Hitler's regime. The American soldiers had arrived.

It is written that when General Eisenhower first saw the heaps and heaps of charred skeleton remains, it was so overwhelmingly shocking that the stench could be smelled at a great distance. The depth of it was beyond any earthly imagination. The general gave orders for pictures to be taken of the ghastly manner of death of these people. Eisenhower was being quoted as saying, "If I told the public, they wouldn't believe it. We have to take pictures; they have to see for themselves."

Poppa said that tension and fear gripped his stomach when he saw these horrible shocking heaps of skeleton images in the newspaper. He feared the horror would come upon them and that the lynching of our people may not be the end for us. Hitler's gas chambers maybe next. We feared copycats of the gas chambers would be used by the KKK.

"I have seen charred bodies," Poppa continued. "Sometimes after lynching, the KKK would burn their victim's bodies." He probably couldn't imagine anything worse until now. Poppa saw a direct link between lynching and the gas chamber—they both were fueled by hatred. Poppa reasoned, "If a white man can do these horrible crimes against a people that have white skin and straight silky hair like himself, what on earth is he capable of doing to a man he thinks is subhuman?"

Hitler writes in Mein Kampf: "It is criminal lunacy to keep on drilling a born half-ape until people think they have made a lawyer out of him, while millions of member of the highest culture—race must remain in entirely unworthy position; that it is a sin against the will of the Eternal Creator if His most gifted beings by the hundreds and hundreds of thousands are allowed to degenerate in the present proletarian morass, while Hottentots and Zulu Kaffirs are trained for intellectual profession. For this is training exactly like that of a poodle."

At the war's end in 1941, Hitler committed suicide, leaving a mass of rubble and millions upon millions dead, maimed, homeless, and without food or shelter.

On December 7, 1941, the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor.

In August 1945, the United States dropped bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

The tragedies of living under the dark cloud of fear of breaking one of the Jim Crow laws included being aware of it all the time that blacks had no right and that a white had to be respected, including the white's women and children. Poppa learned early that whites expected and demanded total obedience from Negroes as though the Negroes were small children.

Our poppa's oldest teenage son was raped by some members of the Ku Klux Klan (more about this in a later chapter).

Triumphs

As Poppa continued to grow and develop, taking an active role in the southern Baptist Convention, they would meet in different American cities, like Chicago, St. Louis, even as far west as California. This opened a door for our poppa craving for travel, perhaps to flee from the bondage of Jim Crow, although for just a little while. Maybe he felt as though he was on vacation before returning back to the physical and mental restraints that Mississippi held for their Negro citizens and his family and his farm. Gradually through his leadership, he became in 1950 the moderator of Sardis East Baptist Congress. As moderator, Poppa held the gavel, seeking ways to solve internal disputes these churches encountered.

Before 1954, there were no public schools for blacks in Mississippi that went beyond the eighth grade. Poppa played a major role in the building of black schools and churches by organizing committees and support group through his pastoral platform, appealing to large groups of people for financial support.

In 1952, he bought his own hundred and fifty acres of farmland in northern Mississippi. This blessing freed him from leasing land from sometimes racist whites.

In the 1930s, Poppa and Momma were forced to move several times as their young family grew. Sometimes these leases would last for four years. Often as soon as the lease was up, our poppa wouldn't renew his lease because the whites would change what was written on the lease. White men had total control of the laws with the controlling power to change laws that enforced their desires and wishes—laws that were against the interest of the blacks. These racist men belong to the "white man only" club. Blacks, when leasing their land, were forced to shop in the landowner's store. And in these stores, the merchandise, food, clothing, etc., had high markup. These store owners used abusive business practices. Many tenants never got out of debt. Blacks knew whites were cheating them, and the whites knew that they knew. However, whites knew that there was nothing the black could do about it because there were no laws that would protect them. Subsequently, Poppa and Momma had to tolerate racist landowners to lease their land.

These conditions placed in Poppa a far-reaching in sight that no matter what, by any means necessary, he had to own his own land. Poppa was from a family of landowners. No way could he and his family continue to live under these injustices. Saving money for that great day of landowner ship became his top priority.

CHAPTER 3

Reconstruction

Poppa told his children that he was standing on the shoulder, proverbially speaking, of two generations of landowners. His grandpa Bill Gathing, born in 1828 into slavery, bought land during the Reconstruction. His own poppa bought five acres of land in the early 1900s in Byhalia, Mississippi.

Poppa said that after the four bloody long years of civil war was over, there was a period what was known as the Reconstruction (18651877). President Abraham Lincoln tried making amends to some of the horrible effects of hundreds of years of slavery, even giving ex-slaves land in South Carolina. Blacks all through the South started buying land left and right. This made the Southern white very nervous, especially here in Mississippi.

"Girl," Poppa continued, "whites knew the power in landownership, wars are fought over land. During this time, Negro didn't have the right to vote. Roberta, it would be almost a hundred years after the civil war, in 1965, when the voting rights act was passed during the Johnson administration before the blacks had that right."

"You must be kidding! That long?" I stated in amazement.

"That's true. It's in the books. You can read about it."

Consequently, whites started passing laws that would increase the black's land taxes beyond what they could possible pay. The clock is turned back after Reconstruction. All rights for blacks were undone through one means or another. And economic progress was thwarted. Life grew increasingly more difficult in the South. Subsequently, many blacks started losing their land, especially here in the Mississippi.

These men of color knew where their hope was sealed. It had to be in God, for they had experienced disappointment, counterfeit hope before and during the Reconstruction in 1867-77. W. E. B. DuBois call them the "mystic years." Ten years of freedom before the white existing power structure changed their minds and reversed the freedom they had given the Negroes after the civil war. For ten years, the United States establishment accepted and fulfilled the constitution of the United States. Thomas Jefferson wrote in 1787, "We hold these truths to be self—evident, that all men are created equal."

(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

Acknowledgments, vii,
Dedication, ix,
Preface, xiii,
1 Searching for an Answer, 1,
2 The World Our Poppa Was Born Into, 5,
3 Reconstruction, 9,
4 "The Big Yellow Pencil", 14,
5 "A Call to Preach", 16,
6 They Bought Land, 24,
7 The Mourner's Bench, 33,
8 Baptism, 42,
9 A Door Was Opened, 52,
10 Feeling My Poppa's Shame, 60,
11 Our Poppa Told Us Stories, 67,
12 The Picture, 77,
13 They Didn't Rebel, 80,
14 Making Preparations, 93,
15 Momma, 98,
16 Picking Cotton, 113,
17 They Came at Night, 116,
18 The Day Junior Went Home To Tell Poppa the Error of His Preaching, 129,
19 Remembering Junior, 150,
20 Social Change, 154,
21 All the Gates Are Closed, 163,
22 Negro Baptist Convention, 165,
23 Down on the Farm, 167,
24 The Day of Rest, 169,
25 The Cycle of Life, 171,
26 A Time to Celebrate, 184,
27 Feeling Like a Winner, 186,
28 Escalating Violence, 188,
29 They Will Kill You, 197,
30 Reminiscence beyond the Crossroad, 203,
31 Poppa Talked to Roberta under the Pear Tree, 214,
32 Poppa's Death, 223,
33 After Poppa's Death, 229,
34 Roberta, Overcoming Jim Crow/ The Land No One Wanted, 235,
Momma's Home Remedies, 243,
Momma's Recipes, 244,
Looking Back, 247,
Appendix, 259,
About the Author, 261,