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Mississippi Freedom Summer: Voices of the Volunteers
lawrencebush
May 6, 2014
1. Heather Booth
If we organize, we can change the world. I learned this lesson powerfully from my experience with the Mississippi Summer Project in 1964. I was 18, a white Chicago student, joining with others to shine a spotlight on the conditions in Mississippi and the horrors of America’s apartheid system. I went to live with the Hawkins family in Shaw, Mississippi. Andrew Hawkins (the father) was to be a delegate to the Mississippi Freedom Democratic Party in Atlantic City. He knew more about Chicago politics than I did. Mary Lou (the mother) organized cotton fieldworkers for better wages and was the first black woman to bring her children to Shaw High School, an all-white school. The family was so generous, giving three of us volunteers their bed to sleep in for that summer. In their family there is a heart-rending tale of courage. [caption id=“attachment_28073” align=“aligncenter” width=“587”]
2. Chude Pam Allen
Whenever I’ve thought of that summer in 1964, I’ve remembered Delois, one of the students in the Freedom School. So many images flood my mind, but the main memory is of us walking along the side of her father’s fields when she brought me home to spend the night. We walked on a dirt tractor road in the quiet of the evening, far from the prying eyes of racist whites. We walked and talked the slow talk of friends out for an evening stroll, with the sounds of the birds and insects keeping us company. It felt so normal. Normal? There was nothing normal about two young women, one black and one white, walking together in Mississippi in 1964. Nothing was the least bit normal about this young 20-year-old white Freedom School teacher visiting a black student’s family, or about the friendship that had developed between the two of us. Yet that’s how I remember it: Delois offered me an evening of quiet friendship in spite of all the fear and tension we faced challenging racism in Mississippi. She wanted me to come see her home and meet her parents. [caption id=“attachment_28074” align=“aligncenter” width=“600”]