Postcards of the Hanging: Race and Sex in Tennessee
By Chris Floyd, TO UK Correspondent
t r u t h o u t | Perspective
Tuesday 31 October 2006
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
- William Faulkner
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Watertown, Tennessee - The 20th century was well into its seventh decade, but he still came to the back door every time he needed to see "Mister Edsel" about some business or other. No amount of cajoling would induce him to knock on the front door. Finally one day, in exasperation, my father told him: "Jim, if you don't come around to the front next time, I'm not going to talk to you. This just won't do." Jim shook his head, perplexed; it seemed a concept too radical to grasp or accept: knocking on a white man's front door.
The past lives longer in the South, as Faulkner, that great bard of race and sex, knew well. Habits of subservience from the days of slavery more than a century before were still lingering here and there, as I could see on my own back porch that day, watching Jim and my father. It was like a scene from To Kill a Mockingbird; and indeed, "Mister Edsel" had come to play the role of Atticus Finch in the town: an advocate and mediator for people like Jim - a black man from the country, deprived of education, shunted into stoop labor, living in the margins, forever under arbitrary threat from an uncaring officialdom or from sudden outbursts of the deeply-ingrained racial enmity that lurked beneath the placid surface of the white faces all around him.
It was an unsought role that came to my father simply because he was one of the few white men who treated black people like they were ordinary, fully-fledged human beings, not lepers or clowns or dangerous trash. It was a rare attribute in those days - and it is still much rarer than most would care to admit, even in the "New South," where Tennessee congressman Harold Ford Jr. stands within reach of becoming the first African-American senator from the old Confederacy since Reconstruction (or as some still like to call it, "the Yankee Occupation").
Ford's surprisingly strong campaign has exposed fault lines long buried beneath Tennessee's creeping - or rather, galloping - suburbanization, where old ways, both good and bad, are rapidly being submerged in the undifferentiated glop of modern American franchise culture. But when money and power are on the line, atavism is the order of the day: ancient fears and hatreds re-emerge - or are mightily encouraged to re-emerge, with all the subtle and not-so-subtle arts of high-tech mass persuasion stoking the flames.
For the stakes in the battle for Tennessee's Senate seat - once considered a lock for the Republicans - have suddenly grown exceedingly high. A Ford win could wrest control of the chamber away from the GOP, putting a serious crimp in the party's bacchanal of greed and graft. What's more, it opens up the possibility of investigations, subpoenas, and worse - for an administration that is not only suppurating with massive corruption, incompetence, extremism and deceit, but has also openly acknowledged several criminal actions, including torture and warrantless surveillance. The Bush Faction simply cannot afford to face accountability for its monumental failures and misdeeds.
And so this month, with Ford rising rapidly in the polls, even overtaking his opponent - Bob Corker, a typical tycoon-politician with a bland manner masking sharp practice in his murky business dealings - the Bush Party got serious and whipped out a barn-burning theme from days of yore: the "hot black buck with nothing but white women on his mind." This was the now-infamous advertisement that featured a scantily-clad, bottle-blond young jezebel saying she'd met "Harold at the Playboy party" and asking him to call her. (Ford, along with 3,000 other people, had attended a party thrown by the magazine at the Super Bowl.) The ad, procured by the Republican National Committee, was so ludicrously over the top that Corker was forced to denounce it, while RNC Chairman Ken Mehlman washed his hands of it, saying it had been created by an "independent organization" without the Party's input.
It was, in fact, created by Scott Howell, an old Karl Rove hand who had helped craft some of the biggest smear jobs in the last two election cycles, including scaremongering attack ads for George W. Bush in 2004, as the New York Times reports. Howell was hired for the Ford hit by professional spinmeister Terry Nelson, who had been the political director of the 2004 Bush-Cheney campaign, where he worked cheek-by-jowl with a certain Ken Mehlman. Despite these intricate threads knitting the race-baiters to the White House, Mehlman continued to maintain, with a straight face, that he had no idea what kind of ad his two old friends might concoct when he handed them a big wad of cash for the operation.
The ad made the national news as a symbol of the unprecedented use of gutterball in the 2006 campaign, was roundly condemned by pundits and politicians everywhere, got Nelson fired from a plum job as a "political adviser" to Wal-Mart, evoked outpourings of sympathy for the victimized Ford, and was finally yanked after just a few days on the air. It was an ignominious failure in every respect but one:
It worked.
Corker, who'd been reeling in the polls for weeks, was suddenly back on top, surging ahead five points after being down by that same margin at the first of the month, as The Tennessean reports. Nor was he so wary of the ad now. "Ever since that attention came on this race from the national media, our numbers have skyrocketed," he told reporters as he held affable court in the leather recliner on his campaign bus. In fact, the "Playboy" piece was immediately followed by another "independent" ad so scurrilous and inaccurate - falsely accusing Ford of, among other things, pushing abortion pills on children - that some stations refused to run it, while Corker himself then produced a widely aired radio spot that featured brooding jungle drums every time Ford's name was mentioned.
Corker had called to "the base" - the hard-core conservatives who had abandoned him after he won a bruising nomination fight against two of their favorites - and they had come home. The seemingly irresistible momentum of Ford's rise, which had carried him from also-ran status to the cover of Newsweek, was stalled. Going into the final days of the campaign, his five-point deficit in the published polls was probably much larger; every black candidate must deal with a "shadow quotient" - a number of white voters, usually 10 to 15 percent, who tell pollsters they are voting for the African-American, but once in the booth pull the lever for the white opponent.
It's old and tattered, and seems to come from another age, a vanished world, but the race card can still win a hand. Especially in the South, where the undead past exerts its ghostly pull on the tides of modern life.
II.
Of course, seamy slurs about sexual transgressions are being used by the GOP all over the country, as the Washington Post reports. For example, New York Democrat Michael Arcuri is being lambasted for "phone sex" because one of his aides once misdialed a number for a government office and momentarily got a porn line instead. Ohio gubernatorial candidate Ted Strickland has been accused of being secretly gay and supporting sex with children: both charges completely spurious - and both prime examples of Freudian projection coming from the party of Mark Foley and his protectors. The list of leering, panting, hand-beneath-the-raincoat Republicans muttering about sex in ads paid for by "secret" committees goes on and on.
In one sense, then, the attack on Ford could be seen simply as part of a broader smear operation focused on sex, not race. But this is sinister sophistry. You cannot introduce such an ad in a contest between black and white candidates without knowing full well what ugly spirits you are summoning from the deep. Especially in the state which gave birth to the Ku Klux Klan, and where, as across the South, the lynching of black men accused of dallying with white women is well within living memory.
Tennessee wasn't the worst state when it came to that signature expression of white power, ranking only sixth in the nation for total lynchings, behind such champions as Mississippi, Georgia and Texas. Even so, hundreds died here by noose, knife, gun and flame. Nor were these murders always furtive affairs, kept from the eyes of good Christian society. Lynchings were often carried out in a carnival atmosphere, with families bringing picnic baskets and all the young'uns to watch the fun. Upcoming noose-fests and auto-da-fes were even advertised in the newspapers. On one memorable occasion in Ford's hometown of Memphis, more than 15,000 people gathered to watch the burning of Ell Person, alleged killer of a teenaged white girl, as the Tennessee Historical Society notes.
Side by side with the lynching - indeed far surpassing it in terms of depth and reach through the black community - was the money angle. The end of slavery didn't mean the end of servitude by any means. As each Southern state was returned to the control of its defeated white elites after the Civil War, they quickly gamed the legal system to provide them with a virtually unlimited supply of convict labor - without rights, without protection, in chains, under the bullwhip, just like the good old days. The smallest infractions of the law, petty fines, bad debts - or often, nothing at all but the need of the local bossman - swept multitudes of black men and women into minor jail terms that would be extended by months, sometimes years, through draconian "fees" and "court costs" they would have to "work off" - in the fields, in the mines, laying rail, building roads, draining swamps. Savvy brokers contracted with state and local governments to manage the trade in these convicts, many of whom were simply worked to death or crippled for life. There was no profit in looking after them anymore; they were no longer someone's valuable "property" but just so much ever-replaceable fodder churning endlessly through the legal machine.
Freed but disenfranchised, emancipated but still in chains, balked by law and brutal custom from full participation in society, the Southern blacks also made handy targets to divert the anger and dissatisfaction of the "poor white trash" from the elites that exploited them as well, albeit less severely. If even the poorest white man could consider himself superior to someone, if you could keep him tied up in psychological and emotional knots about inferior darkies messing with his women, going to his schools, sitting at his lunch counters, drinking from his water fountains, swimming in his public pools, living in his neighborhoods, why then he'd never make common cause with his black brothers and sisters in poverty to fight for a better life. Canny patricians played whole decks of such race cards to win the votes of the crackers and rednecks they privately despised: "Don't vote for that commie over there talking about unions and fair wages and equality; vote for me, vote for the man who'll keep your women and children - and your drinking water - safe from the Negro!"
This was the system that built the "New South," and was openly maintained and celebrated as late as the 1970s. And despite many cosmetic and some substantive changes, you can still see it peering out from behind the modern scenery at times, in incidents like Trent Lott's hymn of praise in 2002 for Strom Thurmond's virulently race-baiting 1948 presidential campaign. For if the mental habits and unexamined emotional states of subservience can last for more than a hundred years, as in Jim's case that day on our back porch, then certainly ingrained attitudes of racial superiority - and the seething racial hostility bred by guilt and fear, by misdirected anger over economic injustice, by sexual anxieties converted into powerful taboos - are still very much alive in swathes of the white majority today, just a few decades after these traits were being publicly exalted as lofty "traditional values."
This history, this system, is the real context for the RNC ad and Corker's jungle drums. These are the deadly ghosts that the Republican Party has been dancing with for decades in its "Southern Strategy" of fomenting white resentment and marginalizing black political participation. Anyone who says that such tactics are not racist is either a fool or a liar - or has no Southern blood, where these restless spirits dwell.
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Chris Floyd is an American journalist. His weekly political column, "Global Eye," ran in the Moscow Times from 1996 to 2006. His work has appeared in print and online in venues all over the world, including The Nation, Counterpunch, Columbia Journalism Review, the Christian Science Monitor, Il Manifesto, the Bergen Record and many others. His story on Pentagon plans to foment terrorism won a Project Censored award in 2003. He is the author of "Empire Burlesque: High Crimes and Low Comedy in the Bush Imperium," and is co-founder and editor of the "Empire Burlesque" political blog. |
