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Mary McLeod Bethune Council House National Historic Site, Washington, DC

In 1936, nearly 80% of Black voters cast their ballots for Franklin Delano Roosevelt. This represented a massive shift in the electorate: in 1932, Herbert Hoover won the majority, but four years later (thanks to Roosevelt’s popular social programs), they voted Democrat in a major way. Partly as a reward, and partly as an acknowledgement that even his programs weren’t addressing Black poverty as well as they could, he created the Federal Council on Negro Affairs, also known as the Black Cabinet, with Mary McLeod Bethune at the helm.

Born in 1875 in Mayesville, South Carolina, Mary Jane McLeod was one of seventeen(!) children of former slaves Sam and Patsy McLeod. She had a very typical childhood for second-generation ex-slaves: recipient of derogatory remarks from former slaveowners; witness of White mob violence against Blacks on thinly fabricated charges; and observant of the reality that Black communities had less material wealth and opportunity than their White counterparts. Always interested in educating herself, she attended seminary from the ages of 13 to 19, initially intending to become a Presyterian missionary in Africa, but eventually fated to serve her own countrymen. Mary McLeod — later Mary McLeod Bethune when she married Albertus Bethune — taught Black children for several years, eventually starting her own school, the Educational and Industrial Training School for Negro Girls, in Daytona Beach in 1904. She charged 50 cents for tuition, and raised more money selling sweet potato pie and ice cream to local workers. She eventually bought land from an adjacent dump, upon which she built Faith Hall, and over two years, enrollment increased from five to 250 girls.

Mary McLeod Bethune with a group of students in 1943
By Gordon Parks – image is available from the United States Library of Congress’s Prints and Photographs division

She learned from Booker T. Washington the importance of gaining support from White benefactors. In the process, she came to know several, like James Gamble (of Procter & Gamble), Ransom Olds (of Oldsmobile fame), and John D. Rockefeller. By far, however, her relationship with Eleanor Roosevelt was most beneficial. By 1923, with the help of these and other supporters, she merged the school with another Black institution to form what was eventually named Bethune-Cookman College (still in operation as the private Bethune-Cookman University).

As if running a college wasn’t enough, she tackled inequities in health care. Daytona Beach did not contain a single hospital that would take Black patients, regardless of the situation. After a close call with one student’s appendicitis, she was determined to build a hospital herself. She raised money to build a cabin near her school, opening the McLeod Hospital. It started with two beds, and eventually twenty. Black and White doctors worked there, along with student nurses from the school. Many Black lives were saved in the twenty years it operated, including the year of the 1918 flu epidemic. She also worked to open up library access, and was appointed as the only Black member of Daytona Beach’s housing board, successfully pushing for public housing. There was hardly an issue in racist Daytona that she didn’t personally work to resolve.

She didn’t stop there, of course. She joined the Equal Suffrage League, pushing for voting equality. Once the 19th Amendment gave women the right to vote, she worked to gain improved access for Black women voters. She raised money to pay poll taxes, tutoring for literacy tests, and mass voter registration drives. Despite threats from the KKK, she served as president of the National Association of Colored Women’s Clubs; the organization eventually set up their headquarters on 1318 Vermont Ave in Washington, DC. Republican presidents Calvin Coolidge and Herbert Hoover appointed her to positions regarding child health and welfare.

Bethune and Roosevelt (National Park Service photo)

I could go on and on about all her projects and appointments, but her biggest was quite likely being the Director of Negro Affairs for the National Youth Administration under Roosevelt’s WPA, she therefore became the first Black woman to lead a federal agency. She then became the nominal head of Roosevelt’s Black Cabinet, recruiting many of the members herself. This agency, formally called the Federal Council of Negro Affairs, was an advisory board to Roosevelt during the Depression. She also, of course, advocated for civil rights across the entire country; her words after the Brown v. Board of Education ruling (making school segregation illegal), still resound today:

There can be no divided democracy, no class government, no half-free county, under the constitution. Therefore, there can be no discrimination, no segregation, no separation of some citizens from the rights which belong to all. … We are on our way. But these are frontiers that we must conquer. … We must gain full equality in education … in the franchise … in economic opportunity, and full equality in the abundance of life.

I would wager that you, as I did before I visited the national historic site in Washington, DC, never even heard of Mary McLeod Bethune. It feels like that’s a real travesty, yet another failure of our public school system. She deserves better.

FDR wasn’t the perfect ally of Black America: he never supported a poll tax ban, nor did he make lynching a federal offense, nor did he desegregate the military. But in the long line of civil rights baby steps, the creation of the Black Cabinet and the appointment of Bethune were important ones. As for Mary McLeod Bethune herself, she always took anything but baby steps. If she were alive today, I’m sure she’d be appalled at the nation’s current backsliding on minority rights, and I’m certain she would be doing something about it.

Let Her Works Praise Her

[I did not have a digital camera when I visited Mary McLeod Bethune Council House National Historic Site. Pictures are not mine and no ownership is claimed.]

Links:

Mary McLeod Bethune Council House National Historic Site

The Role of FDR’s Black Cabinet

Bethune-Cookman University

Google Map link

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Freedom and Repatriation

The Lincoln Memorial might be our greatest national symbol. It’s everywhere: our currency, our iconography, our culture. Presidents have spoken in front of it. Martin Luther King gave one of his most moving speeches from its stairs. Numerous musical artists including, famously, opera singer Marian Anderson, performed to massive crowds gathered there. It’s appeared in everything from Mr Smith Goes to Washington to Forrest Gump to Planet of the Apes. There’s not much I can add to the lore of it, other than to say every American should make the pilgrimage at least once.

Instead of posting some weak trivia list about the Lincoln Memorial, I’m going to write about The 1619 Project.

Marian Anderson, 1939 (Library of Congress)

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The 1619 Project was a collection of essays published by the New York Times in 2019, and again in book form in 2021. I’ll let historian and journalist Lerone Bennett, Jr. explain:

A year before the arrival of the celebrated Mayflower, 113 years before the birth of George Washington, 244 years before the signing of the Emancipation Proclamation, [a] ship sailed into the harbor at Jamestown, Virginia, and dropped anchor into the muddy waters of history. It was clear to the men who received this “Dutch man of War” that she was no ordinary vessel. What seems unusual today is that no one sensed how extraordinary she really was. For few ships, before or since, have unloaded a more momentous cargo.

Bennett, Lerone Jr, Before the Mayflower, 1962

That ship was the White Lion, the year was 1619, and its cargo was “twenty and odd” captives from west Africa.

The central premise of The 1619 Project is this: the collective history Americans hold dear grossly underrepresents the impact and long-lasting effect of slavery on this country. In a series of long-form essays, a variety of authors, journalists, and historians lay out the case that slavery affected America’s viewpoint on everything from property rights to citizenship to economics to the very definition of democracy. These essays are hard-hitting, blunt, and brutal, and together assemble a very sobering read. Of course, they cover the obvious, like the 3/5th clause of Constitution and the collaboration between the KKK and law enforcement in the Jim Crowe South. But they also make links that might not be so obvious, including throwing some shade on our best president, Abraham Lincoln.

Before I go on, let me state up front that this is not intended to demean or degrade the Great Emancipator. Frederick Douglas called him “Tender of heart, strong of nerve, of boundless patience and broadest sympathies, with no motive apart from his country. […] Take him for all, in all Abraham Lincoln was one of the noblest, wisest and best men I ever knew.” Booker T Washington said “[M]ay I say, you do well to keep the name of Abraham Lincoln permanently linked with the highest interests of the Negro race. He was the hand, the brain, and the conscience that gave us the first opportunity to make the attempt to be men instead of property.“ But W.E.B. Dubois was probably more accurate in his own assessment: “Abraham Lincoln was perhaps the greatest figure of the 19th century. Certainly of the five masters – Napoleon, Bismarck, Victoria, Browning and Lincoln, Lincoln is to me the most human and lovable. And I love him not because he was perfect but because he was not and yet triumphed.”

Laborer with Lincoln Memorial (Library of Congress)

Lincoln, as great as he may have been, had one small problem, a bit of a character flaw, or at least a lapse in judgement. That problem was the American Colonization Society. Founded in 1816, the ACS was an unlikely group of early abolitionists, Southern slaveholders, and politicians of all persuasions. These men felt the chief concern of the time had a solution, and that solution was the repatriation of freed Blacks to Africa.

The abolitionists were afraid freed Blacks would simply never fit in, becoming a permanent underclass throughout the North. Slaveowners felt these freedmen would work tirelessly to free their brethren, perhaps engaging in violence or insurrection or even murder. Politicians were afraid they would taint voter rolls, influence elections, and threaten established power. Honestly, it’s hard to say their fears were unjustified, and Lincoln himself seemed to share those fears. Although he was not a member of the ACS, Lincoln espoused the idea of Black relocation as early as 1851. By 1862, he created the position of Commissioner of Emigration, and convinced Congress to appropriate $600,000 to ship freed Blacks to another country.

Black freedmen were appalled. They wanted to be free, yes, but not like that. By this time, some 240 years had passed since the White Lion docked. Generations of their forebears lived in houses, worked the soil, raised their children, all on these shores. They knew not of other lands, knew not of Africa, nor of any other land but America. Repatriation was a deplorable option. The United States, as flawed as it was, as dangerous and hostile as it was to slaves and freedmen alike, was still their home.

They would prove this in short time. After Lincoln’s official Emancipation Proclamation — which did not include any references to repatriation — some 200,000 Black men served in the Union army. That’s an astounding 78% of military-aged men! They took the Civil War personally, it was their fight, for their freedom, in their country.

Colored Troops, Port Hudson, LA, 1864 (National Archives)

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Lincoln was an imperfect man. His emigration plan was a terrible idea. But he listened to the criticisms, dropped it, and changed the course of American history. Unfortunately, we still stumble across repatriation now and again. In this country, we debate the disposition of the Dreamers, young people smuggled into this country when they were very small, at no fault of their own, who are often threatened with deportation to countries they’ve never known. And right now, in the Middle East, ancient animosities are used as excuses to forcibly evict people off lands they’ve inhabited for decades if not centuries. In these cases, and many, many others, nobody cares. These “intolerables” would be better off gone, some would think.

But no one should be forced from the only home they’ve ever known. This has to be a fundamental precept of freedom.

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I highly recommend The 1619 Project. I consider it vital reading for anyone wishing to understand this country, past and present.

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War is People

There’s something uniquely moving about the Korean War Veterans Memorial. The focal point is a series of nineteen stainless steel soldiers, in rain gear, moving through the muck.

That’s it. That’s all it is. No big, granite arches*, no marble columns, no big, bold, brash, sweeping landscapes. Just nineteen men, nameless men, marching through the slop, hoping to survive to get to the other side. To me, this monument is a stern reminder:

War isn’t about guns.

War isn’t about tanks.

It’s not about bombs or bullets or planes or ships. It’s not about politics or economies or resources or vendettas.

War is about people: the people who march, the people who fight, the people who hide, the people who flee, the people who live … and the people who die.

* I visited the site in 1998. A memorial wall was added in 2022, listing the names of Americans who died in the war, I have yet to see it at the time of this posting.

(I did not have a digital camera when I visited this site in 1998, the above picture is from the Department of Defense.)

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What Is Leadership?

A walk through the maze of walls comprising FDR National Memorial is a welcome, quiet respite from the crowds at the National Mall in Washington, DC. The memorial’s design is interesting: it’s a series of four small plazas, each representing one term of FDRs presidency. He served 12 years in the nation’s highest office, longer than anyone ever before, since, or seemingly forever (thanks to the 22nd Amendment).

I don’t think you can doubt that those were the hardest twelve years in this nation’s existence. The Great Depression was the deepest economic catastrophe this nation has ever seen, and the Great War was the biggest geopolitical conflict the world has ever seen. These were tremendous challenges, and spawned tremendous change in this country. One steered us towards military power and global influence, the other steered us towards progressivism and social justice. In today’s highly polarized political environment, you probably think one is good, and one is bad (which is which depends totally on your point of view). Regardless, those twelve years undoubtedly shifted the path of the United States for at least 65 years, and perhaps more (depending on how we weather the current terrorist, economic, and environmental crises).

Anyway, as I write this essay about FDR, I find myself reflecting not on these matters of politics and FDR’s rewriting of the American resumé. Instead I find myself reflecting on a quality that even his enemies agree FDR had in spades: leadership.

I like to think I know a lot of things. More accurately, I like to think I’m capable of knowing a lot of things. If I put my mind to it, I can read and research and question and experiment and try most things, and come to a pretty solid understanding. But if there’s one thing that eludes me, and will continue to elude me to the end of my days, it’s leadership. I’ve worked and played under some great leaders, whether it was the farmers I worked for as a boy or teachers I’ve learned from in college or team captains on the playing field, but never understood how they were effective leaders. I’ve also tried to act as a leader, take charge of a situation or a group or a team, and failed poorly at every opportunity. I can’t even get a group of co-workers to meet up for Happy Hour (unless, of course, I’m buying). I think I recognize leadership when I see it, but I can’t quantify it, or define it, or explain how some people have it and others don’t, and in no way at all can I replicate it.

Is it charisma? Charisma seems to attract a following but, by itself, can’t sustain one. Followers, at least the smart ones, will flee in the face of failure, and then all you’re left with are the sycophants, the incapable, and the unstable.

Is it believing in people? Maybe, because people will gravitate towards those who put trust in them. But, again, by itself it’s not leadership. Face it, some folks are not worthy of trust. Good leaders have to always be on the lookout for that knife in the back.

Is it determination? The pharaohs were determined to make their great pyramids, but I doubt the slaves who labored under then would call them “leaders”.

Is it understanding humanity? Maybe, possibly, probably. That would explain why I’m so horrible at it, for I often fail to understand that complicated topic. A lot of good leaders started in the trenches with the troops, or on the assembly line, or playing shortstop. They work with folks and understand folks and then lead folks. But FDR was one of the bluest of blue-bloods. He was born into privilege and stayed there, yet still was inspiring to the country.

Maybe (as lame as it sounds) it’s just something you’re born with, like blue eyes or a musical ear or general athleticism. I do suspect it’s something that is not easily taught in a seminar or gained from reading a book. The few books on “leadership” I’ve come across read like leavings of the the rest of those infinite number of monkeys who didn’t write the complete works of William Shakespeare. Corporate America is full of three-day seminars on the topic, but Corporate America as of late is full of terrible leaders who’ve made terrible decisions and led their companies and countries to ruin. I’ve seen good leaders in the corporations I’ve worked in, but these were also folks who didn’t learn how to lead at some symposium. These folks had it in their genetic makeup long before they completed their first job application.

There is one thing I do know about leadership: I know what it is not. Leadership is not authority, and if there’s one thing I abhor, it’s authority without leadership. There are folks who use their power, earned or appointed, to bully or brag or taunt or inflame or bloviate or take their underlings down in the misery or failure of their own incompetence. These aren’t leaders, they are petty fools. Authority may be a handy thing in a leader’s toolkit, but it is not leadership and must not be confused with leadership.

Looking back at FDR’s legacy, it’s easy to see he had both authority and leadership. It’s not just because we won the war against Nazi aggression and Japanese imperialism, it’s not just because we emerged from dark times stronger and more powerful than ever before, and it’s not just because we kept our dominant position for about 60 years after his death while moving forward on his grand vision. It’s because, at the end, for a couple of generations after his death, millions of Americans respected and revered the man. If you had talked to anyone from that era, most of whom are now dead or dying, you’d have heard reverence in their voice. They respected the man, felt motivated by his radio broadcasts, felt inspired by his iconic rhetoric. This generation of Americans, called by some The Greatest Generation, really loved the guy and carried themselves forward in life inspired by his leadership. There are few Presidents, past or present, who inspired the masses during their terms in a way that FDR did.

Nowadays, right-wingers and Libertarians tear apart FDR’s legacy, and I can sympathize. It seems that the progressive agenda, taken too far, acts more like an albatross than an eagle. It seems to weigh us down instead of making us soar. Or maybe we’re just doing it wrong, I don’t know if I can say either with certainty. I can say that, regardless of whether FDRs legacy has helped or hurt this country, he was a strong and effective leader and probably the most inspiring President within his own time. The people who were there would have told you so. Some of them are still out there: find one and ask.

[Archival pictures on this post courtesy of the Franklin D. Roosevelt Presidential Library and Museum. I don’t have many specific photos of the FDR Memorial, but you’re welcome to peruse my copyrighted photos of Washington, DC here.]

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Links:

Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial

Franklin D. Roosevelt Presidential Library & Museum

The Wilson Center Essays on Leadership

Google map to FDR Memorial

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