Revered In Southern Blacks' Homes: Jesus, Martin And John

WE know so much more about public figures today than we did when I was young; their private and public lives are laid bare for all to see. It is harder to have heroes now.

When I ran for a seat in the Georgia House of Representatives for the first time in 1965, a pinch-penny campaign treasury dictated that most of my electioneering would be conducted in person. This candidate wasn't seen in television ads or heard on the radio; my constituents-to-be saw me first on their porches and heard me after they'd answered their front doors. If I could talk my way inside where I could deliver my election pitch away from the competition of street sounds, I almost immediately saw one feature common to nearly every home in the low-income district in Atlanta I wanted to represent. Almost every living room wall had three pictures, heroes, usually hung together: Jesus Christ, Martin Luther King Jr. and John F. Kennedy.

Seeing the late president's picture there summoned many memories, both for the voters whose home I had invited myself into and for me.

When my co-workers in the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee and I first heard, on the early afternoon of Nov. 22, 1963, that President Kennedy had been shot, we immediately assumed the attack on him came from forces opposed to his views on civil rights. Those views weren't ours; we thought the three-year-old Kennedy administration had been cowardly in enforcing existing civil rights laws, cautious in seeking new, stronger legislation from Congress, and too eager to trade justice for order when racist whites threatened violence against civil rights forces in the South.

In his time in office, Kennedy had failed to satisfy critics like us: young black men and women who had left our segregated Southern college campuses to work full time in the activist civil rights movement that spread like wildfire after the sit-ins began in earnest in early 1960.

In fact, some of our resentment against Kennedy stemmed from his failure to properly acknowledge the way he had won the White House. News of a telephone call he had made to the wife of jailed civil rights leader Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., expressing his sympathy, had been trumpeted to black voters in the closing days of the 1960 campaign; when Vice President Richard M. Nixon refused to comment on King's arrest and jailing, 30 percent of black voters shifted their allegiance from the Republicans to candidate Kennedy. King had been arrested in an Atlanta sit-in; we sit-in veterans felt the new president owed the growing movement some reward for having given him the opportunity to claim the White House.

But with a narrow Democratic margin in Congress, and with Southern committee chairs dominating the flow of legislation, civil rights retreated from the new president's agenda. A campaign promise to eliminate housing segregation "with the stroke of a pen" was stricken from the agenda until civil rights supporters flooded the White House with pens.

In 1961, groups of Americans, known as Freedom Riders, boarded buses to test orders requiring integrated interstate transportation facilities. The president's brother, Attorney General Robert Kennedy, with the president's approval, negotiated an agreement with Mississippi Sen. James Eastland to allow Mississippi to arrest the Freedom Riders under the very segregation laws which the U.S. Supreme Court had already declared illegal. In return, Eastland guaranteed that the only violence done to the Freedom Riders would be to their constitutional rights, not their bodies.

After violence against the Freedom Riders produced embarrassing headlines in newspapers around the world, the Kennedy administration convinced movement activists to abandon confrontational tactics like the riders, and to place their energies into registration drives, promising federal protection for registration workers. Any protection was slowly given, however, and then only when white violence was threatened, not when black rights were violated.

Our elders, men and women who had long labored in civil rights in the years before we were old enough to sit in a high chair, let alone at a lunch counter, warned that we didn't understand politics, that Kennedy's heart was in the right place, that he could do more quietly than by making a big noise.

For us, it didn't matter; he was the president, sworn to uphold the Constitution. We knew that the Constitution guaranteed our right to work for civil rights without fearing attacks from midnight riders or small town sheriffs, and we wanted the new president to believe what we believed, too.

There were times during his 1,000 days when he did believe, and we believed him. During the middle of King's campaign in the summer of '62 against segregation in Albany, Ga., Kennedy reminded Albany's white officeholders that the United States was negotiating with the Soviet Union; why, he asked, couldn't Albany's city government negotiate with its own citizens?

The Kennedy administration conspired with Albany officials to have a local lawyer secretly pay King's bail, freeing him from jail. Robert Kennedy had privately complained to an Albany lawyer that King's jailing there had embarrassed "the United States in the court of world opinion. It must be terminated by any means necessary."

Just five months before he was killed, Kennedy claimed the civil rights mantle we had wanted him to wear.

In a partially extemporized speech from the Oval Office, he told the nation, as no president before him had ever done, what was being fought over in the American South.

"We are confronted primarily with a moral issue," he said. "It is as old as the Scriptures and is as clear as the Constitution. The heart of the question is whether all Americans are to be afforded equal rights and equal opportunities, whether we are going to treat our fellow Americans as we want to be treated."

That same night, June 12, 1963, in Jackson, Miss., National Association for the Advancement of Colored People Field Secretary Medgar Evers was killed.

When, in 1965 and later years, I saw Kennedy's picture with Christ's and King's in humble homes, I understood why.

Kennedy's youthful martyrdom and his publicly expressed exasperation at the unwillingness of recalcitrant racists to make any concession to black demands erased our dismay at his cautious fears that civil rights passions would consume his legislative program or bring embarrassment to the nation.

John F. Kennedy was a hero in those homes.

Distributed by Universal Press Syndicate Julian Bond worked in the civil rights movement before being elected to the Georgia legislature. Today he teaches at Washington's American University and the University of Virginia.