Stop by and sit for a spell. Have a cup of coffee, too, while you’re at it! (It’s fresh, or at least it was this morning.) As you have probably guessed, I’ve crawled my way out of the wilderness and back to internet-connected civilization. Although the entrance to The Huntington Library and Gardens is torn up now because of a major construction project, everything indoors and out is pretty much its usual quiet and studied perfection. As commenter Susan noted in the comments on my last post, the Corpse Flower is about to bloom here, so we’re all on the edge of our seats. (Follow the progress on Twitter, #CorpseFlower).
I’ll surely be reporting more from my new sabbatical year location, but I’m actually getting lots of writing done this week (!) so I don’t want to let the blog suck too much of my mojo right now. I’m enjoying the offline company of my fellow nuns and monks here. It’s a refreshingly cloistered environment, in which people still cultivate the attention spans required for long study and deep reflection rather than the instincts of the blogosphere or Twitterverse.
The Huntington is also culturally and environmentally about 15,000 miles away from Ferguson, Missouri. Working and strolling through this privileged environment, I’ve had the opportunity to reflect on the incredible liberties I have even amidst the many botanical, art, manuscript, and bibliographic treasures. All it takes is a “reader’s card” on a lanyard around my neck, and I have nearly the run of the place. And who am I? I haven’t paid a dime for the pleasure–in fact, I’m a huge welfare queen! I’m getting paid to be here! What a tragically different experience Mike Brown had of his own neighborhood.
As you might imagine, I’ve been following the news of our militarized police state pretty closely. I don’t have anything particularly profound to say, and besides there are much smarter and more articulate people in the news, on blogs, and on Twitter who are already saying it (like Heather Ann Thompson). I guess my big reaction is this: why is anyone surprised that the present looks so much like the past? It seems like when it comes to race in America, we’re dangerously invested in insisting that the Bad Old Days are long gone. I get it that that’s a more reassuring story to tell, but it’s a childish one. Aren’t there any grownups among the grownups these days?
Even if I understand why people insist on pretending history is irrelevant, why must they evoke history in such wildly inappropriate ways? For example: Howard Kurtz say that “Some liberal outlets [are] creating almost a lynch mob mentality around this,” that is, the insistence that the police officer who killed an unarmed man be arrested and charged with a crime. Is that what lynch mobs did–they published headlines in news outlets demanding the arrest and trial of men suspected of crimes? Because that’s what you imply when you compare an online magazine to a lynch mob. Judge Lynch, as we all should remember, was not at all about insisting on due process for suspected criminals. That was the whole point of a lynch mob friends–the circumvention of the criminal justice system! Yegads. So stupid.
And that’s before I even take on the offensive racial inversion of lynch mobs and their victims here that Kurtz’s comparison is built around. Tips for Toads: Judge Lynch never targeted armed, white, municipal police officers, mostly just African American men and women. Actually, scratch that tip. Let’s just make a new rule: New Rule: Don’t talk about lynch mobs unless you’re talking about a literal lynch mob. To do so seems is self-dramatizing and disrespectful of the actual victims of lynching.
Also, was anyone else deeply disturbed by Mike Brown’s alleged initial offense–that he was walking in the street rather than on the sidewalk–which recalls the insistence in the Jim Crow South that all black boys and men get off the sidewalks and avert their eyes in favor of white pedestrians? So walking in the street is now a capital offense?
It’s almost like it’s a crime to walk like a free man with a black body in
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8 thoughts on “History, Judge Lynch, and Walking While Black: thoughts on Ferguson, MO”
First off, congrats on settling in so nicely at my favourite archival site. I firmly believe that, if there is a heaven for academics, it’s right there at the Huntington.
Second, I heartily applaud your rebuttal of the rhetoric involved in Ferguson. To try and call it a lynch mob is wrong on so many levels, from literal to historical. You would think that people would agree that the transparent exercise of due process is best for everyone but this event began with denial and has only seemed to get worse.
Thanks, Janice–come out sometime this year & visit!
As for the lynching nonsense: some people just don’t think hard enough before they speak, or write.
The non-literal use of “lynching” starts for me (I’m 47) with Clarence Thomas describing his hearings as a “high-tech lynching.” Not only is Thomas black, but he had a point in that Senate judicial hearings are not really a fair trial. I wonder, though, if he opened the door to people using the word unthinkingly like this by using it in such a prominent news story. It would be nice to blame him, but I suppose it’s more likely that that moment was just part of a longer evolution in the use of the term.
I was thinking of Thomas’s use of the term, too, when I wrote this post. (I’m 45). I don’t know if he opened the door, but I think his use of “high-tech lynching,” while rhetorically powerful and brilliant, was nearly as ridiculous as Howard Kurtz’s use of the term. (That is to say that I was and remain offended by his comparison of himself to actual lynching victims, but I also recognize the power and sympathy he corralled by calling his Senate hearings a “lynching.”)
And anyway: what the heck was so “high-tech” about his so-called “lynching,” anyway? Because it was on the teevee? Not so high tech in 1991. (Weren’t the Army-McCarthy hearings also broadcast? And the Watergate hearings?) And in any case, he got the job! Ask Abe Fortas if Thomas got the worst of the deal.
Glad to see you’re set up in CA. Hope it’s productive and fun.
Wht Clarence Thomas went through was undoubtedly unpleasant, but in he end he became a Supreme Court judge–he did not end up dead. And what about Anita Hill’s experience, if we’re looking for metaphors?
I love my adopted state of California.
But even the politically correct “small town” of Davis has a police department that recently acquired a huge attack tank.
Once macho starts, it’s hard to stop it.
Shelley–inorite? And Davis was of course the scene of college students being preemptively pepper-sprayed by the campus “police,” who were dressed like SWAT team members in riot gear, as I recall. Your corporate university at work attacking its own students! Hard to believe no heads rolled over that one, but it’s perhaps illustrative of the submissive position most students and faculty have assumed vs. administrators.
I grew up in Ferguson. I am still boggling over why anyone would think a tank would ever been needed in Ferguson.