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Ode To Anne Moody-Civil Rights Activist

Updated on February 12, 2010

Anne Moody

Anne Moody was a black hero,

That too many folks don’t know.

She grew up poor and black,

With segregation on her back.

She saw such degradation

From vile discrimination.

Murder, arson, intimidation,

With premeditation without provocation.

She joined the NAACP,

And another group known as CORE

They had a memorable sit-in,

At a Mississippi Woolworth store.

As one racist made a noose.

Anne bowed her head to pray.

Then all hell broke loose,

As more racists joined the melee.

They slapped her face

They threw her on the floor.

She got back into place

And took a whole lot more.

With ketchup and mustard she was smeared.

By this mob that was worse than weird.

They dragged her toward the door,

Thirty feet by her hair across the floor.

This mob of cowardly predators,

Spray painted the demonstrators.

Friend after friend was taken down.

There was blood and mayhem all around.

For three hours Anne and her friends took abuse.

And once again the authorities were of no use.

Ninety policemen were standing outside.

They watched the brutality and let it ride.

She stood against the evil sin.

Of judging by the color of the skin.

She complied with her civil rights duty.

Let’s remember the great Anne Moody!

Greensboro, NC Woolworth Lunch Counter Sit-it

February 1, 1960

February 1, 2010 is the 50th anniversary of the lunch counter sit-in at Woolworth’s in Greensboro, NC. Four African Americans sat down at the lunch counter and asked to be served. They were refused service but their passive resistance helped ignite a youth-led movement to challenge racial inequality in the South.

Ezell A. Blair, Jr. (now Jibreel Khazan), Franklin E. McCain, Joseph A. McNeil, and David L. Richmond leave the Woolworth store after the first sit-in on February 1, 1960.

Woolworth's-Jackson Mississippi-May 28,1963

Three years later it didn't go as smoothly for Anne Moody and her friends!

Anne Moody was born Essie Mae Moody September 15, 1940. Her name was changed as the result of a mistake with a diploma. She enjoyed the name Anne more than Essie. She is an African-American author and wrote her auto-biography, "Coming of Age in Mississippi". Anne Moody wrote about her experiences growing up poor and black in rural Mississippi, joining the Civil Rights Movement, and fighting racism in the United States beginning in the 1960s.

She was the eldest of nine children. At an early age her parents split. She grew up with her mother in Centreville, Mississippi. Her father lived in nearby Woodville. At a young age she worked for white families in the area, cleaning their houses and helping their children with homework for only a few dollars a week. She earned perfect grades in school and helped at church. Growing up she often heard stories of interracial sexual abuse, miscegenation, lynching, murder, arson, and other acts of racial intimidation. She graduated with honors from an all-black high school. She attended all black Natchez Junior College in 1961 under a basketball scholarship.

Anne went on to attend Tougaloo College on an academic scholarship and attained a full degree. At Tougaloo, she became involved with the "Congress Of Racial Equality" (CORE), NAACP, and the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee. After graduating, Moody became a full-time worker in the Civil Rights Movement, participating in a Woolworth's lunch counter sit-in and protests in Jackson, Mississippi. She worked for CORE during Freedom Summer, in the volatile town of Canton, Mississippi.

The Book "Coming of Age In Mississippi" is a very honest portrayal of life in the racial South as Anne Moody was growing up. One will need to buy the book to appreciate life as she and many other knew it.

Page 1-First paragraph:

I’m still haunted by dreams of the time we lived on Mr. Carter’s plantation. Lot’s of Negroes lived on his place. Like Mama and Daddy they were all farmers. We all lived In rotten wood two-room shacks. But ours stood out from the others because it was up on the hill with Mr. Carter’s big white house, overlooking the farms and the other shacks below. It looked just like the Carters’ barn with a chimney and porch, but Mama and Daddy did what they could to make it livable. Since we only one big room and a kitchen, we all slept in the same room. It was like three rooms in one. Mama them slept in one corner and I had my little bed in another corner next to one of the big wooden windows. Around the fireplace a rocking chair and a couple of straight chairs formed a sitting area. This big room had plain, dull-colored wallpaper tacked loosely to the walls with large thumbtacks. Under each tack was a piece of cardboard which had been taken from shoeboxes and cut into little squares to hold the paper and keep the tacks from tearing through. Because there were not enough tacks, the paper bulged in places. The kitchen didn’t have any wallpaper and the only furniture in it was a wood stove, an old table and a safe.

Page 19-Seventh paragraph

“Mama, them two boys over at Winnie’s, Ed say they is his brothers. Is they your brothers?”

“What boys?” Mama asked.

“Over at Winnie’s. They got two boys living with her about my size and they is the same color as Miss Cook…”

“What did y’all do over at Winnie’s today? Was Winnie home?” Mama asked as if she hadn’t heard me.

“No, she was at work. Wasn’t nobody there but Alberta and those two boys…”

“What was Alberta doing?” Mama asked.

“She was washing and we toted water from the pond for her. Them boys is some nice and they say they is kin to us. Ain’t they your brothers, Mama?”

“Look, don’t be so stupid! If they’s Winnie’s children and I’m Winnie’s too, don’t that make us sisters and brothers?” Mama shouted at me.

“But how come they look like Miss Cook and Winnie ain’t that color and Alberta ain’t that color and you…”

“Cause us daddy ain’t that color! Now you shut up! Why you gotta know so much all the time? I told Ed not to take y’all to Winnie’s,” she shouted.

Mama was so mad that I was scared if I asked her anything else she might hit me, so I shut up. But she hadn’t nearly satisfied my curiosity at all.

Page 26-Third paragraph

After the movie incident, the white children stopped playing in front of our house. For about two weeks we didn’t see them at all. Then one day they were there again and we started playing. But things were not the same. I had never really thought of them as white before. Now all of a sudden they were white, and their whiteness made them better than me. I now realized that not only were they better than me because they were white, but everything they owned and everything connected with them was better than what was available to me. I hadn’t realized before that downstairs in the movies was better than upstairs. But now I saw that it was. Their whiteness provided them with a pass to downstairs in that nice section and my blackness sent me to the balcony.

Now that I was thinking about it, their schools, homes, and streets were better than mine. They had a large red brick school with nice sidewalks connecting the buildings. Their homes were large and beautiful with indoor toilets and every other convenience that I knew of at the time. Every house I had ever lived in was a one or two-room shack with an outdoor toilet. It bothered me that they had all these nice things and we had nothing. “There is a secret to it besides being white,” I thought. Then my mind got all wrapped up in trying to uncover that secret.

Page 107-Chapter 10 -Ninth paragraph- high school

Before Emmet Till’s murder, I had known the fear of hunger, hell, and the Devil. But now there was a new fear known to me-the fear of being killed just because I was black.

Page 115-Chapter 10 -Eleventh paragraph- high school

“Didn’t you smell that gasoline?” I heard a lady who lived in the quarters say.

“That house didn’t just catch on fire. And just think them ________ burned up a whole family,” another lady said.

Page 236-Chapter 22 -Eleventh paragraph- the movement- May 28,1963

Seconds before 11:15 we were occupying three seats at the previously segregated Woolworth’s lunch counter. In the beginning the waitresses seemed to ignore us, as if they really didn’t know what was going on. Our waitress walked past us a couple of times before she noticed we had started to write our own orders down and realized we wanted service. She asked us what we wanted. We began to read to her from our order slips. She told us that we would be served at the back counter, which was for Negroes.

“We would like to be served here,” I said.

The waitress started to repeat what she had said, then stopped in the middle of the sentence. She turned the lights out behind the counter, and she and the other waitresses almost ran to the back of the store, deserting all their white customers.

Page 237-Chapter 10 -Third paragraph- high school

At noon, students from a nearby white high-school started pouring into Woolworth’s. When they first saw us they were sort of surprised. They didn’t know how to react. A few started chanting all kinds of anti-Negro slogans. We were called a little bit of everything. The rest of the seats except the three we were occupying had been roped off to prevent others from sitting down. A couple of the boys took one end of the rope and made it into a hangman’s noose. Several attempts were made to put it around our necks. The crowds grew more as more students and adults came in for lunch.

We kept out eyes straight forward and did not look at the crowd except for occasional glances to see what was going on. All of a sudden I saw a face I remembered-the drunkard from the bus station sit-in. My eyes lingered on him just long enough for us to recognize each other. Today he was drunk too, so I don’t think he remembered where he had seen me before. He took out a knife, opened it, put it in his pocket, and then began to pace the floor. At this point, I told Memphis Norman and Pearlena Lewis what was going on. Memphis suggested that we pray. We bowed our heads, and all hell broke loose. A man rushed forward, threw Memphis from his seat, and slapped my face. Then another man who worked in the store threw me against an adjoining counter.

Down on my knees on the floor, I saw Memphis lying near the lunch counter with blood running out of the corners of his mouth. As he tried to protect his face, the man who’d thrown him down kept kicking him against the head. If he had worn hard-soled shoes instead of sneakers, the first kick would have killed Memphis. Finally a man dressed in plain clothes identified himself as a police officer arrested Memphis and his attacker.

Pearlena had been thrown to the floor. She and I got back on our stools after Memphis was arrested. There were some white Tougaloo teachers in the crowd. They asked Pearlena and me if we wanted to leave. They said things were getting too rough. We didn’t know what to do. While we were trying to make up our minds, we were joined by Joan Trumpauer. Now there were three of us and we were integrated. The crowd began to chant, “Communists, Communists, Communists.” Some old man ordered the students to take us off the stools.

“Which one should I get first?” a big husky boy said.

“That white n____r,” the old man said.

The boy lifted Joan from the counter by her waist and carried her out of the store. Simultaneously, I was dragged about thirty feet toward the door by my hair when someone made them turn me loose. As I was getting up off the floor, I saw Joan coming back inside. We started back to the center of the counter to join Pearlena. Lois Chaffee, a white Tougaloo faculty member was now sitting next to her. So Joan and I just climbed across the rope at the front end of the counter and sat down. There were now four of us, two whites and two Negroes, all women. The mob started smearing us with ketchup, mustard, sugar, pies, and everything on the counter. Soon Joan and I were joined by John Salter, but the moment he sat down he was hit on the jaw with what appeared to be brass knuckles. Blood gushed from his face and someone threw salt into the open wound. Ed King, Tougaloo’s chaplain, rushed to him.

At the other end of the counter, Lois and Pearlena were joined by George Raymond, a CORE field worker and a student from Jackson State College. Then a Negro high-school boy sat down next to me. The mob took spray paint from the counter and sprayed it on the new demonstrators. The high-school student had on a white shirt; the word “n____r” was written on his back with red spray paint.

We sat there for three hours taking a beating when the manager decided to close the store because the mob had begun to go wild with stuff from other counters. He begged and begged everyone to leave. But even after fifteen minutes of begging, no one budged. They would not leave until we did. Then Dr. Beittel, the president of Tougaloo College, came running in. He said he had just heard what was happening.

About ninety policemen were standing outside the store; they had been watching the whole thing through the windows, but had not come in to stop the mob or do anything.

Page 244-Chapter 22 -Second paragraph- the movement

Our cell didn’t have a curtain over the shower. Every time the cops heard the water running, they came running to peep. After the first time, we fixed them. We took chewing gum and toilet tissue and covered the opening in the door. They were afraid to take it down. I guess they thought it might come out in the newspaper. Their wives wouldn’t have liked that. Peep through a hole to see a bunch of n____r girls naked? No! No! They certainly wouldn’t have liked that.

Memphis Norman and Pearlena Lewis, Joan Trumpauer, George Raymond


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    • jandee profile image


      3 years ago from Liverpool.U.K

      Thanks Micky,he's as sweet as his from me,jandee

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      Micky Dee 

      3 years ago

      He is really great! I play the hrp but not like your boy!

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      3 years ago from Liverpool.U.K

      Sad to hear that micky,hope it is you being poetical and not serious.Without our humour we are well and truly done for.

      Take time off and listen to my Son playing harmonica.

      He is: Julian jackson harmonica ,

      hope you find and enjoy.....jandee

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      Micky Dee 

      3 years ago

      So tired Jandee.

      Wearing a noose and nothing more,

      I'm hanging around the gallows,

      Waiting for St. Jude,

      And the proverbial trap door.


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      3 years ago from Liverpool.U.K

      Hello micky,we're strangers these days but lovely to pop in and read some good writing,


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      Micky Dee 

      4 years ago

      I agree. But there is also an intellectual Jim Crow as well as the enlightened Jim Crow and of course the well to do Jim Crow which have always paralleled "Jim Crow". Thank you and be well!

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      Brian Leekley 

      5 years ago from Kalamazoo, Michigan, USA

      Up, Useful, Interesting, and Awesome and shared with followers and on social networking sites. I'm glad to learn about this American hero. Well told.

      I've been reading THE NEW JIM CROW by Alexander. Racial prejudice has continued in new, horrid guises.

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      greg g zaino 

      7 years ago from L'America- Big Pine Key, Florida

      Yes Micki- stay true i will.

      Once we know 'Truth' we are guilty only when we fail to act upon it or to pass it on.

      It is a powerful force to be reckoned with, unfortunately it is possessed by a relative few.

      spirituality is born unto truth and the truth is, I feel as though there is a worldwide cleansing going on- something big is coming.

      Peace Micki.

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      Micky Dee 

      7 years ago

      God bless you Greg. The weight of discrimination is so heavy. Of course it's in the back-ground for now. It comes out and shows itself occasionally but it's "covet". Racism of many kinds is still here. God bless you Greg! Stay true to truth my brother! I know you will. God bless!

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      greg g zaino 

      7 years ago from L'America- Big Pine Key, Florida

      Hey Micki Dee- great piece. There are so many unsung heroes like Miss Anne. I will have to find her novel.

      I lived outside of Selma after returning from Europe.

      I went to the George Pettus bridge to see and touch Martins bronze bust. I followed his trail with those 2,500 brave men and woman on their march from Selma to Mongtgomery.

      what millions of white americans took for granted- like the freedom to vote- black america was still enduring life under Jim Crow law ripe with intimidation- hatred and murder-

      Mongomery does have a beautiful memorial fountain on capital hill honoring King.

      I had a wonderful opportunity Micki to get first hand knowledge in stories from the older black men and women i befriended. Most every one of my friends were black and it got hairy at times. Times like when we'd all go out to have a beer in my neighborhood.

      One bartender told me and my two black brothers we couldn't drink there without a membership- i laughed because two weeks earlier i sat at the bar for a frosty after work- no mention of the membership then.

      I asked how much a membership would cost me and my two amigos. The guys playing pool stopped their game- all eyes at the bar were on us- it got very quiet and my buds started squirming. those pool sticks were ready for action.

      the price of 3 memberships to drink budweiser in that flea bag barroom was 500 a head- I laughed out loud gathered up my buds and walked out.

      we hit the parking lot and ran to the truck- sure enough as i exited the lot and hopped on Dixie highway two guys with pool sticks exited the bar with more behind them.

      The hatred is still there but i'll say this after talking with the older blacks who marched with Martin, that it's a hell of a lot better.

      I did find reverse discrimination prevalent also. many times suspicion was cast on me, but my response always broke the ice- i would tell my new acquaintances that i wasn't white- i was Italian!

      Thanks again for this write Micki- the poem a fine way to open this up.

      peace my friend...


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      Micky Dee 

      7 years ago

      Thank you Mimi, for loving Anne Moody. God bless you!

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      7 years ago

      Thanks for informing me about this beautiful lady. I had never heard of Ann Moody. It's sad. There many that feel people are whining and should just get over the past when true stories like these are told.

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      Micky Dee 

      7 years ago

      Oh jandee! I love your wonderful heart my dear. Be well jandee dear!

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      7 years ago from Liverpool.U.K

      Hello Micky,how I missed this I don't know ! Brilliant !

      I was sitting in that Woolworths caf !

      Now my throat is sore with reading it out to my gang here ! jandee

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      Micky Dee 

      8 years ago

      Amen Tony! Amen! This is a person that should have a statue in her honor. She would be the guest of honor in my home any day! God bless Anne Moody! God bless TonyMac!

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      Tony McGregor 

      8 years ago from South Africa

      So powerful and sad! How little effort we often make to understand each other. How little we try to lift people up instead of putting them down. This lady is a witness to the truth, a brave person who should never be forgotten by anyone who loves liberty!

      Thanks for educating me, Micky. It's a great read.

      Love and peace


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      Micky Dee 

      8 years ago

      I love you Tom! God bless and let's keep preaching that word! Amen!

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      8 years ago from 41042

      Thanks for keeping the past alive brother, this is another beautiful story that needs to be told over and over and NEVER forgotten. "Until the color of a man's skin is of no more significance than the color of his eyes, there will be war...and rumors of war! Peace!! Tom

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      Micky Dee 

      8 years ago

      Hey again 2uesday! I need to pick that book up. God bless you 2uesday!

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      8 years ago

      Hi Micky - I just came back to read this again as I have just read the book called 'The Secret Life of Bees' which may not sound related but it is because of one of the main themes in the book. Even at a second reading it is interesting and educational on the subject. Thank you.

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      Micky Dee 

      8 years ago

      Right on my brother.That's a double right on Sir! Thanks MFB. There's a train a'comin'! All aboard!

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      MFB III 

      8 years ago from United States

      From balconies, Slipping Heavenward.

      Abe Lincoln took

      his long sleep,

      in a theatre he

      could ill afford.

      From a balcony

      he slipped out

      of the darkness,

      into a light,

      that was ten trillion

      candelabras strong.

      The Reverend

      Martin Luther King

      was shot down and flung,

      into his eternal rest,

      also on a balcony,

      in Tennessee,

      passing from

      the bright light

      of a sultry Memphis morn

      through death's darkness,

      and then instantly reborn

      into a light

      that was most

      indescribably joy filled.


      These two men awoke

      in the dreams that

      they both had shared,

      just over a mere

      century apart,

      discovering Paradise

      with all of its

      perfect union.

      Once there they found

      that all men

      truly are equal.

      made in the image of God.

      and they were with

      great joy re-created.

      in a land without war,

      hunger, thirst, pain,

      slaves, or suffering.

      A mountain top of

      the highest order

      where lions lay with lambs

      and naps go undisturbed

      where only harmony flows

      uninterrupted between all souls.

      Here these two

      brave men walk

      with those who

      fought and died

      for what they both

      lived and died

      to see unfold.

      At heaven's gates

      the world they

      long had sought

      was laid before them,

      in an endless stretch

      of glory forevermore.


      Hate on Earth

      if you must

      be led by total ignorance

      rant, and rave insanely

      against your fellowmen

      mock his skin,

      or her true worth

      in petty, grumbling rages

      but know that when you

      finally breathe your last

      you will not take

      hate with you.

      It remains

      for heaven's gates

      are tightly sealed

      to those who die

      so maladjusted,

      you will be

      turned to face

      the blackness that you

      for so long disdained.

      The color of

      God's skin is m u l t i-

      you will fade

      beneath his wrath

      and be forever lost,

      under the dust

      and flames,

      of the many fools

      who've gone before you!

      Superb Hub~~~~MFB III

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      Micky Dee 

      8 years ago

      You are so right. Let's keep lifting each other up. Thanks

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      Tammy Lochmann 

      8 years ago

      Cool Mickey. I live just south of Canton Mississippi. Thank you for sharing her with us. I knew about her there is a civil rights museum set up in the old capitol building downtown Jackson. I take my children there often. We are so blessed to be living in this time and age and not have to scrape and suffer as much as our fore fathers and mothers had to...and this is because of People like Anne Moody.

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      Micky Dee 

      8 years ago

      Thank you Maita. Anne Moody was courageous! Happy Valentine's Day to you.

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      8 years ago from US

      oh lovely tribute! the road she took is a hard one, She is a courageous woman and her legacy will always be remembered, Thank you Micky for this wonderful hub, Thumbs up, Happy Valentines Day to you, Maita

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      Micky Dee 

      8 years ago

      Thank you Tonymac. You know. Thank you sir. Love and peace!

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      Tony McGregor 

      8 years ago from South Africa

      Racism is so evil, as you say. Those pix were so moving, and your words just beautiful. Thank you for sharing this powerful Hub. South Africa has had, as you will know, more than its share of this evil. And as a result also we have also some heroes like Anne Moody - and I am constantly aware, now that we live in a country where racism is outlawed (though unfortunately there are still many who are racist in their outlooks), of the debt we owe to those brave folk who, like Anne, made stands for the truth and for justice.

      Thanks again

      Love and peace


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      Micky Dee 

      8 years ago

      I just you Unchained Grace. In Vietnam we played cards and filled sand bags together. We ate together. We fought together. We went into the darkness to ambush together. We ran together. Hey- nobody is bullet proof. The murders that took place back decades ago on a massive scale were of the worst- defenseless men, women, and even kids in church. There were too many bullying cowards. They still lurk today. They haven't lived a real life.

      I just love you Ghost Whisper. We know that the spirit that inhabits this Caucasian body can just as easily be in another body. When the "evil" is done with the blacks, browns, yellows, or reds, then they start on their own and will cannibalize their own. I think it hurts more when those who profess to be religious orchestrate or just watch and say, "it must be God's will".

      Evil and hatred know no bounds. They manifest in all life forms. Their brother is Apathy.

      I love you girls and boys. Let's keep playing together!

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      The IGNITER vs Corrupted Governments 

      8 years ago from The U.S. Government protects Nazi War Criminals

      Hello Mickydee! I had to come back and was reading your comments-oh my goodness 50 Calibers comment-I have this big lump in my throat-so upset to read this. Pmccray-not all Christians are this way. Evil is evil-people carry such hatred in their hearts-against each other. I know that I have suffered by caucasian and african americans also-both ways against my family-it feels horrible to be caught in the crossfire from both sides-when all you have is love in your heart and you don't understand these things, I don't and I never will. I just feel it is satan and his hatred working through others.

      Really good hub Micky...I love ya and missed you tonight. Happy Valentine's Day sweetheart! XXXX0000XXXX00000000

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      Unchained Grace 

      8 years ago from Baltimore, MD

      I had to come back for a third comment here. Mick, even though Jesus was who He was, He cut loose at the moneychangers in His house. God called out a spiritual airstrike on Sodom and Gomorrah.

      What that has to do with this Hub is straightforward. Man's inhumanity to man manifests itself in the ignorance that is racial prejudice. Hey. like .50 Caliber said, we fought side by side. There were two colors. Cammo green and blood red. I wouldn't be here today if someone who I'll always call my brother didn't spin around and empty half a belt into the treeline. We wouldn't have made it out of another one had it not been for a kickbutt Huey driver who came in a lot lower than he should have to pull us out. He, too, was African American and we all worked together. I can't remember a time when I didn't snatch that door 60 faster.

      I was 19 then. You know how it is. Imagine having a 60 and walking into that Woolworths that day?

      Mick, racial prejudice gets me close to where God needs to put the brakes on quick or I'll be typing from solitary confinement in some fed lockdown.

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      Micky Dee 

      8 years ago

      People can say we're making headway and racially maybe. More people stood by long ago and watched as the mean, calloused, main players did what they did. There are more people to stand against these things in cities and larger intergrated communities. There is still hate for blacks, free thinking people, and free spirits in small communities. Whoever owns the most, whoever is the majority, whoever holds power, whoever needs a job, social status- these will rule the small communities and will set the tone and the rules. We ain't free if one is in prison. Some people they they are kings of the practical joke. If it's a joke- everyone should be able to laugh about it. There is evil here that is "overlooked". There are many communities ruled by the "wink and the nod". Thanks Pmccray

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      8 years ago from Utah

      Micky Dee: your ode was beautiful, but the story is so ugly. I stare at the picture of the "Christians" that defiled the people at the counter. How evil and hateful are the facial expressions. The story of Moody is so sad that I tear up. Why why? Why do so-called Christians hate us because of the color of our skin, nothing we've done to them? Doesn't seem like some type of cultural brain damage, to hate blacks simply because we exist? Thank you for the eye opening hub.

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      Micky Dee 

      8 years ago

      Thank you Creativeone. It's been a long road and the journey isn't over yet.

      Thank you Dim Flaxenwick. If people like Anne Moody didn't do what they did we may still be in "some other past".

      Thank you again 2uesday. You know I appreciate you and your work.

      Thank you all.

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      8 years ago

      Your poetry is very skillful,

      the facts I read here are shocking. The photo of the people crowded around them and how they are treating them at the Woolworths demonstration is shocking too. When I saw the date was 1963 that surprised me too - that it went on for so long. Thanks for all the work you put into these enlightening hubs.

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      Dim Flaxenwick 

      8 years ago from Great Britain

      Thanks Micky Dee for drawing attention to a problem that should have ended years ago. The story is disgusting of what some people will do...,, but your Ode.? ! Absolutely perfect. Beautifully done.

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      benny Faye Douglass 

      8 years ago from Gold Canyon, Arizona

      Micky Dee I appreciated this hub very much, you have those a head of me pretty much said a lot I would have said but that's okay. I appreciate what you did. I came from that racist era and I lived with it,but I thank my God that we didn't witness no physical violence, just racist words. Thank you for sharing. Godspeed. creativeone59

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      Micky Dee 

      8 years ago

      Thanks John. I read "Coming of Age" a while back and I thought since this is Black History month I should revisit Anne Moody who seems to be a bit forgotten in the struggle for equality. When more and more people attain more "equality" whether it is socially or economically I feel better. I feel a little more equal. I feel better knowing that more people are eating better, being fed, and clothed better. I know you all do too. Let's feel better! Thanks

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      John Harper 

      8 years ago from Malaga, Spain

      Hi Micky, This is one of the most powerful hubs I've ever read. Coming from the UK we never saw THAT degree of racism, it existed for sure, but more low key and for sure our police would have stopped that happening ONCE they arrived, though they would probably have arrested the demonstrators 'for their own protection' rather than deal with the crowd.

      I guess the fear was intense for these simple minded racists.

      Good to see all my best hub friends are here together in this!


    • Micky Dee profile imageAUTHOR

      Micky Dee 

      8 years ago

      Ghost and Unchained- this piece took so long. There was a lot of typing. I didn't think you guys were coming too soon. My bad. I wish I could have typed back at you.

      UG- I loved your tale of force-back-atcha! I love the hoods coming off. I've come from the towns ruled by "a wink and a nod" where the sane people were few and none. Someday that's another hub.

      Ghost- I know you would have had some condiments on your head. You would still have been pretty though.

      Dusty, my 50 Caliber man, your butt has been in the sling and the fire. The only color was green.

      Most of the fighters for the wealthy are the poor.

      Black and white become green. So do all the colors in between.

      Semper fi Dusty, UG, Ghost!

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      50 Caliber 

      8 years ago from Arizona

      Mick, that crap brings tears to my eyes knowing just how many of us stood back to back barrels smoking trying to survive the attack, some of us did and some of us didn't, but we all were one so in the compound two boys cracked some jokes about we being lucky to loose a couple folks. I was mad as hell that day it ate at me deep and in the night those two died, must have been Charlie snuck inside the wire, their throats were cut and no body seen nothing, and that's our story and we are all sticking to it. We held their bags for another flight there was no way they were leaving with heroes from the previous day we left them to bloat in the hot sun making sure their caskets would be closed. Funny how often Charlie knew what to do as the saying was said on many days to those kind of guys, be careful what you say and do 'cuz "Charlie don't care"

      I absolutely don't understand, and never will but there's plenty of folks that have a big old bill to pay when God calls there name from the book of death. Much Love and Peace my Brother.

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      Unchained Grace 

      8 years ago from Baltimore, MD

      Ghost, I could tell you some of the fun I have even now. One of our Pastors, Stella Ross and I are like brother and sister. Just for fun, we've walked arm in arm into all white restaurants. She's African-American. She was also a hardcore gangbanger in LA before she found Jesus. Her fiancé is a former Marine and our Bishops personal driver.

      He was also one of the homeless veterans who first came into the program.

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      The IGNITER vs Corrupted Governments 

      8 years ago from The U.S. Government protects Nazi War Criminals

      Where are you Micky? Did you go to sleepypoo early? Don't ya want to come out and play?

    • Ghost Whisper 77 profile image

      The IGNITER vs Corrupted Governments 

      8 years ago from The U.S. Government protects Nazi War Criminals

      My children are multiracial-you can bet I have seen MORE than my fair share of this ignorance. It still amazes me! I think when your heart is good-really good-your eyes see people different-different meaning I see all people as God's people and it mortifies me. If that makes sense.

      P.S. You beat me to Mickydee's hub! :( You were not there when I was typing that comment! As soon as I posted ...BAM-BOOM-BAH there you were like a ninja--your comment before mine-your quick!

      It still happens-I remember a guy walked up to me, as I held my twins hands, he put his hand like a gun and pushed it into my head and said "BANG" as I walked my lil family into the store-he was coming out. You think the cops would come? NOPE..

      People don't understand-love holds no boundries--I loved that man!!

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      Unchained Grace 

      8 years ago from Baltimore, MD

      Ghost? I can guarantee you I would've made it a point to be sitting right there with them. Even now. I have zero tolerance for that crap. None.

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      The IGNITER vs Corrupted Governments 

      8 years ago from The U.S. Government protects Nazi War Criminals

      Excellent writing Mickydee. I was engrossed in this story and I will probably buy the book. I am sitting here in shock--I still can hardly believe that these things happened--it is so surreal to me, to think that people would do such horrid things to another-and because of a different color? It is mortifying to me, I am so glad that I wasn't born at that time-because it would have broken my heart-I guess I would have been one who sat at the counter with those brave girls! Good Hub!

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      Unchained Grace 

      8 years ago from Baltimore, MD

      Mickey, you and I have been down many of the same roads, so maybe it's time I put myself out there in a way many might not expect.

      Baltimore, as you may know, is a predominantly African-American city. The church I attend is predominantly black. I am actually the only caucasian save for one female who was formerly a homeless Iraqi war vet.

      Quite honestly, I hate the sin within racists be they white or black. Some years after I got home from some trip Uncle Sam paid for, myself and four members of our unit were driving down a main road in a New England town. There was a group of maybe 20 KKK members blocking the road. All with their little robes and hoods. Two of the guys in the car were African-American and also US Army Special Forces Nam Vets. We decided to have some fun.

      So, when our vehicle came alongside these clowns, one of the KKK clowns noticed the skin color of these two in the car and began with the usual racist crap. They stood in front of the car and behind it. Left us no way out. This was more than we could've hoped for.

      All five of us got out of the car wearing our berets with the 5th GRP SF flash. It got quiet. We focused first on Mr. Big Mouth. Mr. Big Mouth had insignias on his hood unlike the others, so we figured he was a "leader" of sorts. Target of opportunity. Although we obviously had weapons on us and in the vehicle, we didn't go there. Instead, much to their dismay, a number of these individuals found themselves without hoods very quickly and quite a few were experiencing medical difficulties at varying levels. Exposed for all their neighbors to see. De Oppresso Liber.

      To liberate the oppressed. We had fun that day. I wish you coulda seen the look on their faces when some of them saw it was a black man who tore their hood off. It was hysterical.

      To us it was simple. Ya wanna be bad boys? You think your cause is righteous? You should therefore be proud of yourselves and not shamefully hide behind your little hoodsies. 20 KKK members. 5 SF BushBangers. We took care of business without a scratch, went to the nearby restaurant and ordered a huge pizza and a few pitchers of Budweiser.

      Mick, I'm a different person today, but my hatred for racism will never die. It's ignorance at its most disgusting level. One day we'll meet face to face and I'll share a similar story that got a bit more interesting, though it might not be wise to voice it here. Great Hub!

      It's just that certain things get me flaming hot and incidents like the one in this Hub make me wish our entire unit was in the store that day. We could use more than a few "DevilDogs" buddy!

      Anybody who knows anything about US Army Special Forces Combat Vets knows we operate at our best when outnumbered. It was interesting that when the hoods came off, they were but cowering whiny wimps.

    • Micky Dee profile imageAUTHOR

      Micky Dee 

      8 years ago

      Wow Hokey! Deja Voodoo Dude! Thanks for coming by. You know I'm coming to see you soon enough! Thanks Bud.

    • Hokey profile image


      8 years ago from In the energy.

      That is only about an hour and a half from where I grew up.

      Good hub Mickey!


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