It is most definitely my privilege to announce to
ALL THE CITIZENS OF
ZERO, NORTHWEST FLORIDA
that you have always been Negroes.
Whatever your birthdate is, that's when you became a Negro.
During the 2010 census we expect all citizens of
ZERO, NORTHWEST FLORIDA
to check Negro/Black/AFiKan-American
At the present time the population of ZERO, NORTHWEST FLORIDA
is notALL BLACK
but we getting there &
, in fact, we are soPREDOMINATELY BLACK,
that the United Nations has proposed to send us$DINERO$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
to aid the development of programs to assist OUR at risk/ inner city/ urban youth
residing here on the skreets of ZERO, NORTHWEST FLORIDA.
In the interests of this monumental task of making
the entire DEEP SOUTHALL BLACK,
we here at ZERO, NORTHWEST FLORIDA invite
our old homeboy from Oxford~
Old Miss' COUNT NO ACCOUNT
our dear beloved brother
uv a simular color~William Faulkner
to give us the last word on this issue.
reprinted from the Thursday, June 15, 1978 THE CRIMSON WHITE:Southern author's 1956 letterFAULKNER ON DESEGREGATION
[EDITOR'S NOTE: During the Autherine Lucy riots of 1956, a University student, David Kirk, wrote Nobel Prize-winning novelist William Faulkner, asking him what Southern students could do in order to best meet the de-segregation problem. Faulkner's answer to that letter follows.It was first published June 9, 1963 by The Crimson White
8 March, 1956
Dear Mr. Kirk:
Your letter of March 1st is at hand several days.
I wanted to think first before I tried to answer.
I won't try to tell you what to do in order to meet the problems you will face.
The reason is, these problems will be individual ones, peculiar to the time & the place they will occur in. I mean, rise into sight, when they will have to be coped with.
I have found that the greatest help in meeting any stand.
That is, to have in words what you believe and problem with decency and self-respect and whatever courage is demanded, is to know where you yourself are acting from.
I HAVE TRIED to simplify my own standards by and from which I act, as follows, which I pass on to you.1.
Segregation is going, whether we like it or not. We no longer have any choice between segregation or unsegregation.
The only choice we have is, how
, by any means.
That is, shall segregation be abolished by force, from outside our country, despite everything we can do; or shall it be abolished by choice, by us in the South who will have to bear the burden of it, before it is forced on us.
I vote that we ourselves choose to abolish it, if for not other reason that, by volutarily giving the Negro the chance for whatever equality he is capable of, we will stay on top; he will owe us gratitude; where, if his equality is forced on us by law, compulsion from the outside, he will be on top from being the victor, the winner against opposition.
And no tyrant is more ruthless than he who was only yesterday the oppressed, the slave.
That is the simple expediency of this matter, apart from the morality of it.
Apart from the world situation in which we are steadily losing ground against the powers which decree that individual freedom must perish.We must have as many people as possible on the side of us who believe in individual freedom.
There are seventeen million Negroes.
Let us have them on our side, rather than on that of Russia.
That is the problem, as I see it.
Why don't you get in touch with the Student Council of the TAR HEEL Editorial Board at North Carolina, Chapel Hill?
They have handled this question splendidly.
I can think of nothing which would do more to hold intact integrity and decency and sanity in this matter, that a sort of inter-state University organization for simple decency and rationality among Southern college men and women. A confederation of older men like me would not carry half the weight. I can imagine nothing which would carry more weight than a sane, sober union of student representatives from all the Southern schools, standing for the simple things which democracy means and which we have got to show the world that we do mean if we are to survive, the simple principles of due process of the majority will and desire based on decency and fairness to all as ratified by law.
This may by difficult at first.
It is a sad commentary of human nature that is is much easier, much simpler, more fun and excitement, to be against something you can see,
like a black skin,
than to be for something you can only believe as a principle,
like justice and fairness and (in the long view) the continuation of individual freedom and liberty.
AND REMEMBER this
too, when you have to meet these individual problems: you will be dealing with cowards.
Most segregationists are afraid of something, possibly Negroes.;
I don't know.
But they seem to function only as mobs,
and mobs are always afraid of something, of something they doubt their ability to cope with singly and in daylight.
Consult your friends, if you like, send a copy of your letter to me, with a copy of this, under a covering letter, to the editor of the N.C. TARHEEL
and see what comes of it.
And let me know.
THE TUSCALOOSA HIGH SCHOOL CHEERLEADERS from the front page of the April 16, 1964 GRAPHIC
ZERO, NORTHWEST FLORIDA'S Julia Chabannes!
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The following article was published in the Monday, June 18, 1973 issue of THE CRIMSON : WHITE:
(ed. note: this entire issue of the CW deals with Dr. Thomas' decision to ban rock concerts at Woods Quad. This followed Marshall Tucker, Atlanta Rhythm Section & The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band playing a free concert at Woods Quad)
The original ten-time loserSHORTY PRICE: On the road to Buck's Pocket
by Rick McCammon
Shorty Price attends almost every Tide football game he can because it is his duty.
He is still a cheerleader, as he was years ago when he attended the University and came close to taking away a law degree, but now ithe uniform he wears is a suit and a red tie proclaiming
CRIMSON TIDE, and the cheers he leads are a little rusty and forgotten.
"Yeah, I was a cheerleader down here," said Price, his eyes eternally bloodshot.
"I'm 51 years old now, but I'm still leading cheers, and the people love for me to get up at football games and lead them in cheering for the Tide."
Price, now owner of an insurance firm in his hometown of Louisville, Alabama, has been beaten ten times in ten races for political office in the state. He will not run again, he says, because it would be a waste of time.
"I'm writing now," he said, "and the book I've finished, ALABAMA POLITICS- TELL IT LIKE IT IS, will be released by Vantage Press around Christmas. Promoting the book of mine takes a whole lot more time than running for governor, let me tell you."
Price, by his own admission, is a "self-made man" who attempted to ride into office on the coat tails of other, more powerful politicians. Price tried to turn a relationship with George Wallace into gain. "We were roommates down here at the University," he said,"and later, I posed with Wallace, "LITTLE JESUS," as I call him, in this picture." Price produces a picture showing both he and Wallace surrounded by men, women and children. The logo reads:
SHORTY FOR CONGRESS,
& Wallace has a noticeably sour expression on his face.
The ad was paid for by Price.
"So you see, we were running together, or that's the way I thought it was," said Price. "Then Wallace gets on television and tells people to vote for George Andrews, my opponent, and there I am sitting out there and people don't even see me on the ballot.
HE STABBED ME GOOD THAT TIME"
Price was also "stabbed" by "Big Jim" Folsom in an attempt to secure the lieutenant governor's spot. "That was a long time ago," said Price, "and that was a serious attempt at getting into office. Anyway, 'Big Jim' or 'Bigfoot' Folsom, and Wallace endorsed Guy Hardwick (indicted in a New Orleans court for a contract swindle this year) over me. If they hadn't, I'd have knocked him off. That was in 1954. Wallace had his timetable set up to run in 1958. If I'd won the lieutenant-governorship, he knew I'd be running against him."
"I still ran in 1958, anyway," said Price, chewing on a soggy Tampa,"with a total of $11.50. I wound up last of 14 candidates. I traveled over 10,000 miles on donations."
Price, always kept on the outside of the political store by what he terms, "thieves and conmen," has kept his eye on the political scene, singling out Wallace and Folsom as his enemies, while giving them nick-names that will get a laugh out of Jaycee audiences and newspaper interviews.
"Prince Albert" Brewer, for instance, who ran against "Little Jesus" after the death of Lurleen, for whom Price has no funny nickname, presumably out of respect.
"Brewer tried to make a showing against 'Little Jesus', " said Price, "and then all this literature came out against Brewer saying he had a black mistress... all this terrible stuff came out against him. Anyway, 'LITTLE JESUS' ran over Brewer like a steamroller. He squashed him flat."
Price is on his way to a place called Buck's Pocket, a cavern-pocked valley in Jackson County, where "defeated politicians go to holler, get drunk, and write their names all over the rocks up there."
"It's a real place," said Price,
"but I've never been there. You'd think that since I've been defeated ten times I would have been up there at least once, but I haven't.Now that I'm finished
with this book, I'm going to go up there and see it. I'm not going to get drunk, though. I'm going to sit there and think."