Tue 25 Sep 2007
When people wonder why liberals are skeptical, to say the least, of the purity of heart of people who use the terms “states rights” it because states rights have almost always been used to support people like the mob described here:
Fifteen minutes later, at the corner of 12th and Park Avenue, two blocks from Central, she hopped off. She’d often walked by Central—it was on the way to her grandfather’s store—and instantly she sensed something was awry: more parked cars than usual, the murmur of a crowd. Then the jeeps and half-tracks came into view, along with the soldiers ringing the school. She saw some white children pass quietly through the line, a sign that everything was al right. But the first two soldiers she approached rebuffed her. A mob of several hundred protesters that had gathered across the street quickly caught sight of her. “They’re coming!” someone shouted. “The niggers are coming!” Elizabeth walked down the street a bit, then approached a different group of soldiers. This time they closed ranks and crossed rifles. “Don’t let her in!” someone shouted.
Elizabeth’s knees started to shake. She walked toward Central’s main entrance and tried a third time; again, the soldiers blocked her way, but this time told her to cross the street. Now the crowd fell in behind her, shouting: “Lynch her! Lynch her!” “No nigger bitch is going to get in our school! Get out of here!” “Go back to where you came from!” Looking for a friendly face, she turned to an old woman, who spat on her. Before long, some 250 whites were at her heels. She knew she couldn’t go back the way she’d come. But if she could only get to the bus stop a block ahead, she thought, she would be safe. She wanted to run, but thought she might fall down. Recording it all was 26-year-old Will Counts of the Arkansas Democrat. He felt sorry for Elizabeth, but he had a job to do; he just hoped he had enough film. “Lynch her!” someone shouted. “Send that nigger back to the jungle!”
One white girl in the throng stood out: she was “screaming, just hysterical,” as Benjamin Fine of The New York Times later put it. It was Hazel Bryan. Unlike many in the crowd, rednecks from the sticks, Hazel was a student at Central—like Elizabeth, about to begin her junior year. Her father was a disabled vet; her mother made lightbulbs for Westinghouse. Hazel’s dress was fashionable and a bit too tight, as if to show off her figure. Her good looks brought her lots of boys and a certain license, and she’d always been a bit of a performer. Her racial attitudes mirrored her parents’: her father would not let black clerks wait on him, for instance, and when banks started hiring black tellers, he found himself another line.
Marching alongside Hazel, chanting “Two, four, six, eight—we don’t want to integrate!” were two friends, Mary Ann Burleson and Sammie Dean Parker. Sammie Dean, immediately to Hazel’s right in the picture and wearing a dark dress, was one of the ringleaders of the segregationist students; Mary Ann was largely along for the ride. Each of them was having herself a grand old time. But to Hazel—her friends called her “Kitty”—this was serious business, and her mood, and look, were dark. An alien federal government was foisting blacks into her secure, comfortable schoolgirl world, and she was outraged. While Mary Ann stared ahead amiably and Sammie Dean Parker turned momentarily toward her father, thereby protecting herself from ignominy and posterity, Hazel, her eyes narrowed, her brow furrowed, her teeth clenched as if about to bite, shrieked: “Go home, nigger! Go back to Africa!” Click. Will Counts had his picture.
That happened fifty years ago today. This happened a few months ago:
After white parents in this racially mixed city complained about school overcrowding, school authorities set out to draw up a sweeping rezoning plan. The results: all but a handful of the hundreds of students required to move this fall were black — and many were sent to virtually all-black, low-performing schools.
No violence, no hateful rhetoric, no threats of lynching. But a school system segregated just the same. Fifty years later we are not a post-racism society. Fifty years later, we are not a color-blind society. Fifty years later, school districts draw up plans that re-segregate schools and the civil rights jurisprudence wont stop them.


