I grew up in the South, so that I was aware of the difficulty, the
distance between the races, and I can tell you a whole lot more than you
want to know about what it means. Did you grow up in the South? Well, it
was fascinating. In fact, I shared with a group of North Carolinians up
near Asheboro just on
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pilgrimage in terms of racial attitudes. It's fascinating to
reflect back on how I was unconsciously conditioned toward a kind of
cultured racism. I wasn't a race-baiter and I never saw a
lynching. The brutality of the relationships was to me a subject that I
came on in academic studies of the history of the South. But I
experienced the distance between the races and never quite understood
why it was and was told it was a matter of education and so forth. But
it was not really until I got into Washington, which was then a
predominantly black community under the control of Congress at that time
without any right to vote; the citizens of the District had no right to
vote. It was ruled by committees of the House of Representatives, which
were ruled by those who had seniority, and the seniority people in the
House of Representatives were Congressmen from the South. I remember the
key figure was a Congressman from South Carolina named McMillan. We all
called him "Judge McMillan." He really was. He was
judge and everything else. It was a fascinating thing. He stayed in
office in part by being able to report to his constituency in South
Carolina that things were terrible in Washington because of the
predominantly black population when, in fact, he was in charge. He was
the effective one who accomplished whatever was done administratively in
Washington, so he had a perfect cyclical system of security. He could
see that things were bad in Washington and then would go down to South
Carolina and report that they were bad. In other words, I really came to
terms with the whole matter of structural racism on the streets of
Washington, D.C. and became influenced by black citizens with whom I
worked on a number of different councils and committees. Most notable
was a man with whom
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Pilgrims, established a community relationship with the Church of the
Redeemer, a predominantly black church. Both of these were Southern
Presbyterian churches in the District of Columbia, and the man who was
called as their pastor was a man named Jefferson Rogers. Jeff Rogers and
I were about the same age, and his wife and my wife both grew up in
Shreveport, Louisiana, and it was one of those fascinating things where
we sat down and we began to develop a relationship of complete candor.
It took a little while to get absolutely honest with each other, but we
began that kind of frank exchange of where we'd come from and
what we saw as the situation. For instance, Mary Grace Rogers and
Arline, as we sat at their table one night, discovered that they were
both from Shreveport, and we talked about what that meant and so forth.
It was perfectly amazing. Here were these two women about the same age,
both interested in the same thing, both active in educational work, both
active in the social life of the city, both active in the church and in
youth conferences and all that sort of thing. When they sat down and
talked together, all they really had in common was the weather. In other
words, it was that distinct. There was a black community; there was a
white community. And we wept over that. We began to realize the tragedy
of that. I remember such helpful moments as when Jeff was talking about
the predicament that blacks faced in terms of the structural racism. I
remember saying to him, "Well, all I feel as a result of that
is just pure guilt." And he said, "Guilt is not an
adequate response. The trouble with guilt is that it
paralyzes." That has stuck in my mind, and I think in some ways
in part has been one of those moments of breakthrough for me, where I
felt, "If you can
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you really must do something about it." As a result of that
friendship with him, which continues, we helped to form together the
Washington chapter of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference.
Martin Luther King, Jr. came to Washington for the chartering of that
chapter, and I met him and was with him on that occasion. I was with him
on one or two other occasions that involved primarily meetings related
to the Southern Christian Leadership Conference.
Since by then, you
see, I was a white southerner who was involved in what basically was a
predominantly black civil rights movement I at least had the contacts
which such a group needed to be able to establish relationships across
town and throughout the South. When we moved to Atlanta to Central
Presbyterian Church, one of the tangential things… It
wasn't central to the whole decision, because we went as a
call to Central Presbyterian Church, a splendid church thoroughly
involved in the life of the city of Atlanta. But one of the
serendipitous effects was the fact that Ebeneezer Baptist Church, of
which Dr. King and his father were co-pastors, was about a quarter of a
mile from Central Church, and so we contacted them and they were very
hospitable to us. As we arrived in Atlanta, the Kings greeted us, and in
retrospect that was very significant. That opened doors that we just
simply would never have had opened to us, particularly in the black
community but also somewhat in the white community. I moved to Atlanta
in December of 1967, and Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated in
Memphis in April of 1968, just really four months later. The result was
that what I think would have come to have been a very close association
was aborted. Since Mrs. King had been so gracious when we came, Arlene
and I went immediately over
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with her and with Daddy King and with Mrs. King, Sr., and that began a
very close friendship, so that I have stayed in touch with the King
family. I shared in Mama King's funeral. I went back to
Atlanta to share in Daddy King's memorial service just this
past year. And the two churches began to program together, a
predominantly black church and a predominantly white church, and now do
a great many things jointly. That relationship continues, and
it's a very exciting one. Through the process of all that, I
got to know the other civil rights leaders in Atlanta and was heavily
involved with Andy Young. Andy was Chairman of the Community Relations
Commission of the city of Atlanta, and I was his Vice-Chair. Then when
he was elected to Congress, I became Chair of the Community Relations
Commission, and Joe Lowry, who's now President of the
Southern Christian Leadership Conference, became my Vice-Chair. Then
when I came to Charlotte, he took over the Chairmanship of the CRC
there. The result of this is that I've always been really
involved in interracial discussions about the issues that affect the
community and the society and have come a long time ago to see that
it's very important that we talk together, that you cannot
deal with any of these issues from a one-race point of view. I think
that's the trap most people don't realize. They
figure, "Well, we can figure out this problem, and we can solve
it." But the "we" has got to include blacks
as well as whites, and that's true for the black community as
well as the white community. Each community can fool itself that it can
do this alone, but it can't. Together we can really move in
terms of the structures and systems of a metropolitan area like
Charlotte, or a state like North Carolina, or this region, or the
nation, but it's
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and white, and that's, I guess, maybe the chief learning from
all that pilgrimage.