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Dr. Pauli Murray was my father's first cousin, so information technology was amazing to learn much of my family's history through her writing. Although I never knew her, she was an amazing woman and I'm and so proud of the shoes she wore.
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Pauli Murray mural in her hometown of Durham, Due north Carolina
This volume is a hidden gem: the biography of a mixed-race family effectually the fourth dimension of the Civil State of war. It was published well before its time – in 1956 there wasn't much interest in African-American family sagas – just information technology is well-written and fascinating in part because this isn't a commonly-told story. Murray was a fascinating character in her ain right – a prominent ceremonious rights and women'southward rights activist, a lawyer and finally a priest, gend
Pauli Murray mural in her hometown of Durham, North Carolina
This book is a hidden gem: the biography of a mixed-race family around the fourth dimension of the Civil State of war. It was published well before its time – in 1956 in that location wasn't much involvement in African-American family sagas – but it is well-written and fascinating in part because this isn't a normally-told story. Murray was a fascinating character in her own right – a prominent civil rights and women's rights activist, a lawyer and finally a priest, genderqueer long before people knew what that was – but hither she focuses on her family history, which is fascinating in its own right. The volume is chiefly about her maternal gramps, who grew upwardly free in the Northward, joined ane of the start black regiments to fight in the Ceremonious State of war despite the fact that he was already going bullheaded from an injury, and went southward afterwards the state of war to educate freed slaves in the face up of white opposition. Murray's grandmother's story is quite unlike: she grew up a slave, though she didn't feel like 1, being the daughter of a son of the house and generally treated as such. (Murray's female parent's family would likely be seen as white today, though by the conventions of the fourth dimension they were blackness no matter what they looked like.) All this is mixed in with Murray's memories of existence raised by her grandparents in the early 20th century.
Overall, I actually enjoyed this biography/history/memoir and found it to be absorbing reading, though somewhat deadening going. Information technology is a good story and provides a piffling-known perspective on a well-known fourth dimension in American history; unlike many books, which approach the time period through fiction, this one is based on family stories and documents and on historical research, and is more complex and authentic for it. I am definitely interested in reading more than about Murray and her family.
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This is an absolutely fascinating family history, thoroughly researched and presented with great skill. The fourth dimension is a few decades after the Ceremonious War, in the early 1900's. It'due south mostly the story of Murray'southward grandmother, who had been a slave (and a mistress of the household at the same time), and her grandfather, a scholar and teacher and Civil War veteran. These are persons of very loftier graphic symbol, and they are on a life-long mission to overcome the bizarre racism of those times and fifty-fifty today.To make things even more fun, the locale where Pauli grew up with her grandparents is in Durham, right next to the Maplewood cemetary. My nifty-grandfather had been laid to residual in that location some fourth dimension earlier. And past now quite a few more than relatives accept joined him equally neighbors to Pauli Murray'due south childhood dwelling house.
This is truly a great book. It came out in 1956, at which time nobody paid it much attention. Now it is cast as role of the genre of black women overcoming stuff, but it's style beyond that.
...moreMurray'south prose is compulsively readable; she writes with sensitivity and insight nigh her maternal grandparents' (incredibly dramatic!) early on lives, their mixed-race family origins in antebellum Pennsylvania and N Carolina, and her ain vivid memories of growing upwards in Durham, NC during the Jim Crow era.
I'yard looking frontward to reading more than past Murray and to visiting the
A groundbreaking work not only of African American history, simply of American history, past a pioneer of the civil rights motion.Murray's prose is compulsively readable; she writes with sensitivity and insight near her maternal grandparents' (incredibly dramatic!) early lives, their mixed-race family unit origins in antebellum Pennsylvania and North Carolina, and her own vivid memories of growing up in Durham, NC during the Jim Crow era.
I'm looking forwards to reading more by Murray and to visiting the museum that's slated to exist opened in her Durham family home in the adjacent few years.
...morePauli Murray's heritage is a complicated one (slaves, slave owners) but in Proud Shoes she lays out all she could trace back of her family in bully detail. Of class, forth with her story are real accounts of the injustices of America that remind us that some things have changed and some things accept merely shifted.
Reverend Dr. Pauli Murray was an American civil rights advocate, feminist, lawyer and ordained priest. She is best known for furthering the civil rights and feminist causes.Pauli Murray's heritage is a complicated one (slaves, slave owners) just in Proud Shoes she lays out all she could trace back of her family in swell item. Of course, along with her story are existent accounts of the injustices of America that remind united states of america that some things have changed and some things accept just shifted.
...more thanThis quote about the common human being longing for liberty, dignity, and self-determination vs practical manifestations of having the privilege to access them in 1860s America actually struck me-
"Freedom was non something y'all could agree in your hands and look at. Information technology was something inside y'all which refused to die, a feeling, an urge, an impelling strength; but it was other things,
Very slow-paced, especially in the heart, only I learned a good bit especially nigh North Carolina history in the tardily 1800s.This quote about the mutual human being longing for freedom, dignity, and self-determination vs applied manifestations of having the privilege to access them in 1860s America really struck me-
"Liberty was non something yous could agree in your hands and look at. It was something inside you lot which refused to dice, a feeling, an urge, an impelling forcefulness; but it was other things, too, things you did non have and you lot had to have tools to get them. Few freedmen had tools in 1865; only the feeling, the urge." (folio 168)
And this ane about the KKK harassing one of the chief characters and then beating someone else up was difficult to read-
"For a while the Ku-Klux Klan disrupted Grandfather's new dwelling. He and Grandmother lived in the cottage and slept in the main firm. Night after dark the men sat up with their guns in their easily as the masked Klansmen thundered past on the road. In the mornings they found the basis about cut to pieces from horses' hoofs where the Ku-Kluxers had ridden round and round the empty little cottage and the school. [...]
"Whether it was prayer or whether information technology was the rumor that the Fitzgeralds were proficient shots, nobody knows, just after awhile the Klan left them alone. [...] In bordering Alamance County that November, four masked men attacked Alonzo B. Corliss, a lame teacher employed past the Friends Freedman's Association. They went to his hole, dragged him out of bed in his nightclothes and out of the house without his crutches. His clothing was torn from his torso as they pulled him through the bushes. When they got him to the wood, they flogged his naked body with raw cowhide and green hickory sticks - thirty lashes. And so they cut off the hair from one side of his head and painted half of his face and shorn head black. They kicked him in the side and left him lying unconscious in the cold November nighttime air. He lay there for three hours earlier he came to and tried to crawl home. A colored man brought him his clothes and his wife met him with his crutches and together they helped him to his house. But when his married woman fainted at his bedside, his colored students, braving threats of the Klan, slipped in and dressed his wounds. When he had asked his tormentors what harm he had done they told him, 'Didactics n*ggers.'" (pages 221-223)
An enraging history lesson about public education in NC-
"It was a time when the idea of a public school organization supported by taxes was not popular in North Carolina. Half the population was illiterate and at least a 3rd was strongly opposed to paying taxes for education. The system of free schools guaranteed by the Constitution of 1868 was just getting started. Local officials in charge of selecting teachers, fixing salaries, choosing textbooks and maintaining school buildings were often indifferent or downright quack. The minimum term was four months a year, but it was widely ignored as a mandate and there was no way of enforcing it. Often a school term lasted only ten weeks.
"In the year of Aunt Pauline'south nascency [1870], just one out of every ten children of school age was enrolled. The Conservatives had wrested control of the state legislature from the Republicans that yr, and systematically began to whittle down provisions for uniform teaching. The distribution of schoolhouse funds was removed from control by the state board of teaching and placed in the hands of the legislature. The law which provided for allotment of funds amongst the counties in proportion to their school population was repealed.
"Without a proportional organisation, it was easy to starve the colored schools. The land superintendent of public educational activity had no involvement in Negro education and stated that he doubted 'any organization of pedagogy volition e'er elevator the African to high spheres of educated listen.'" (pages 233-234)
"When Grandfather came south to teach, the little Negro freedmen and the poor white children were more or less on an equal footing, shared an abysmal ignorance and went to log cabin schools. A one-half century afterward the crusade against starving the colored schools was a feeble whimper. Each morning I passed white children as poor equally I going in the opposite direction on their way to school. We never had fights; I don't recall their ever having called me a single insulting name. It was worse than that. They passed me as is I weren't at that place! They looked through me and beyond me with unseeing optics. Their school was a beautiful red-and-white brick building on a wide paved street. Its lawn was large and green and watered every day and bloom beds were everywhere. Their playground, a wonderland of fe swings, sand slides, encounter-saws, crossbars and a basketball courtroom, was barred from usa past a stiff eight-human foot-high fence topped past spinous wire. We could merely press our noses against the wire and watch them playing on the other side.
"I went to West End where Aunt Pauline taught, on Ferrell Street, a dirt route which began at a lumberyard and ended in a dump. On one side of this road were long low warehouses where huge barely of tobacco shavings and tobacco dust were stored. ll day long our nostrils sucked in the brows silt life find snuff in the air. Due west End looked more similar a warehouse than a school. Information technology was a dilapidated, rickety, two-story wooden building which creaked and swayed in the wind as if it might collapse. Outside it was scarred with peeling paint from many winters of rain and snow. Inside the floors were blank and splintery, the plumbing was leaky, the drinking fountains broken and the toilets in the basement evil-smelling and constantly out of order. We'd accept to wade through pools of foul h2o to become to them. At recess we herded into a yard of cracked dirt, barren of tree or bush, and played what games nosotros could improvise similar hopscotch or springboard, which nosotros contrived by pulling rotted palings off the wooden fence and placing them on brickbats.
"It was never the hardship which hurt so much as the contrast betwixt what nosotros had and what the white children had. Nosotros got the greasy, torn, domestic dog-eared books; they got the news ones. They had field 24-hour interval in the city park; we had information technology on a furrowed stubbly hillside. They got wide mention in the paper; nosotros got a paragraph at the lesser. The entire metropolis officialdom from the mayor downturned out to review their pageantry; nosotros got a solitary official.
"Our seedy run-downward school told united states that if we had any place at all in the scheme of things it was a carve up place, marked off, proscribed and unwanted past the white people. We were bottled up and labeled and prepare aside - sent to the Jim Crow car, the dorsum of the coach, the side door of the theater, the side window of a eating house. We came to know that whatsoever we had was always inferior. We came to understand that no matter how cracking and lea, how police force abiding, submissive and polite, how studious in school, how churchgoing and moral, how scrupulous in paying our bills and taxes we were, it made no essential difference in our place." (pages 268-270)
On the obsession with color in the early 1900s-
"It seemed as if in that location were only two kinds of people in the world - They and We - White and Colored. The earth revolved on color and variations in color. It pervaded the air I created. I learned it in hundreds of ways. I picked information technology upwards from grown folks around me. I heard information technology in the firm, on the playground, in the streets, everywhere. The tide of color beat upon me ceaselessly, relentlessly.
"Ever the same melody, played like a broken record, robbing one of personal identity. Always the shifting sands of color and then that at that place was no solid footing under ane'south feet. It was color, colour, color all the fourth dimension, color, features and hair. Folks were never only folks. They were white folks! Black folks! Poor white crackers! No-count due north*ggers! Crimson necks! Drakes! Peckerwoods! Coons!
"Two shades lighter! Two shades darker! Dead white! Coal black! High yaller! Mariny! Adept hair! Bad pilus! Stringy hair! Nappy hair! Thin lips! Thick lips! Cherry lip! Liver lips! Blue veined! Straight nosed! Apartment nosed!
"Brush your pilus, child, don't let it get kinky! Common cold-cream your face up, kid, don't let it get sunburned! Don't suck your lips, child, you'll brand them too n*ggerish! Black is evil, don't mix with mean northward*ggers! Black is honest, you half-white bounder. I always said a little black and a little white sure do brand a pretty sight! He's black equally sin and evil in the bargain. The blacker the berry, the sweet the juice!
"To hear people talk, color, features and hair were the most important things to know about a person, a yardstick by which everyone measured everybody else. From the looks of my family unit I could never tell where white folks left off and colored folks began." (pages 270-271)
And 1 of my favorite passages, 1 of the about lyrical-
"I squashed a rotten persimmon between my toes and wondered what she had in the oven. The sunlight filtered through the persimmon boughs and little rainbows appeared on her coffee-brown face. I wondered why some people were called white and some called colored when at that place were so many colors and you lot couldn't tell where one left off and the other began." (folio 260)
...moreAs I picked up the book in these open times, I read further into the book and saw the name Thomas Garrett!! Our dear Quaker abolitionist in the Kennett Square area had been part of her families story as well.
History comes live when nosotros read a book like that - and ponder how our time today is built on those times. I recall it'due south a must read for antiracists and Quakers at the very least.
...moreThis book, together with In The Warmth of Other Suns, are for me seminal works regarding our racist history and how much nosotros have to still put right.
...moreThis book is a memoir Murray wrote for her nieces and nephews about their family history, it ends but equally she reaches adulthood. Her family included enslaved people, free Black citizens, and white ancestors – both slaveh
I outset learned about Pauli Murray from Patricia Bell-Scott's book, The Firebrand and the First Lady, a biography focused on the friendship Murray forged with Eleanor Roosevelt after pestering ER for years about ceremonious and women's rights, and then working together to advance them.This book is a memoir Murray wrote for her nieces and nephews about their family unit history, it ends just every bit she reaches adulthood. Her family included enslaved people, gratuitous Black citizens, and white ancestors – both slaveholders and those with anti-slavery beliefs. It was difficult to keep runway of everyone, and I picked up and put down the book quite a few times earlier finishing (which definitely didn't make it any easier to go along rails of everyone). I wish I had diagramed a family tree as I read.
A remarkable family history, written by a remarkable woman.
...moreMurray, who did remarkable things with her life, is an inspiration and this book shows her roots. I want to After reading that Pauli Murray'south babyhood home in Durham will exist a National Historic Site, I realized that I needed to acquire more well-nigh this woman. This is more the story of her grandparents than her own story, merely it is filled with the drama of American history from the Cival State of war through the 1960's. Race is a huge factor, as is the difficulties of living in the South during those years.
Murray, who did remarkable things with her life, is an inspiration and this book shows her roots. I want to learn more virtually her life as a professional adult female, how she lived with her her homosexuality, how she became a ceremonious rights and women'due south rights lawyer and how she was drawn to become an Episcopal Priest. ...more than
This volume had me doing deep soul searching on my ignorance of the topic, and I realize I am simply scraping the surface on what I should know well-nigh the horrific conditions for all people of color.
Highly recommend this story of a courageous family earlier, during and after the Ceremonious War. Shou
If ever at that place was a strong case for the demand to teach Critical Race Theory, this book is it! The more I read on race relations in this state, the more I realize how poorly I was educated on American history.This book had me doing deep soul searching on my ignorance of the topic, and I realize I am just scraping the surface on what I should know near the horrific conditions for all people of color.
Highly recommend this story of a mettlesome family earlier, during and subsequently the Civil War. Should be required reading in center school.
...moreBorn in Baltimore, Maryland, Murray was raised more often than not by her maternal grandparents. At the historic period of 16, she moved to New York to attend Hunter College, graduating with a
The Reverend Dr. Anna Pauline "Pauli" Murray (Nov 20, 1910 – July 1, 1985) was an American civil rights activist, women's rights activist, lawyer, and author. She was too the get-go black woman ordained an Episcopal priest.Born in Baltimore, Maryland, Murray was raised by and large by her maternal grandparents. At the age of sixteen, she moved to New York to nourish Hunter Higher, graduating with a B.A. in English in 1933. In 1940, Murray was arrested with a friend for violating Virginia segregation laws subsequently they sat in the whites-merely section of a bus. This incident, and her subsequent interest with the socialist Workers' Defense force League, inspired her to go a civil rights lawyer, and she enrolled at Howard University. During her years at Howard, she became increasingly aware of sexism, which she chosen "Jane Crow", the sister of the Jim Crow racial segregation laws. Murray graduated first in her class, but was denied the adventure to do farther work at Harvard University considering of her gender. In 1965 she became the first African American to receive a J.S.D. from Yale Police School.
Equally a lawyer, Murray argued for civil rights and women's rights. National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) Chief Counsel Thurgood Marshall called Murray'south 1950 book States' Laws on Race and Colour the "bible" of the civil rights movement. Murray served on the 1961 Presidential Commission on the Status of Women and in 1966 was a co-founder of the National Organization for Women. Ruth Bader Ginsburg later on named Murray a coauthor on a brief for Reed 5. Reed in recognition of her pioneering work on gender discrimination. Murray held kinesthesia or administrative positions at the Ghana Schoolhouse of Law, Benedict College, and Brandeis University.
In 1973, Murray left academia for the Episcopal Church, condign a priest, and was named an Episcopal saint in 2012. Murray struggled with problems related to her sexual and gender identity, describing herself as having an "inverted sex instinct"; she had a cursory, annulled spousal relationship to a man and several relationships with women, and in her younger years, occasionally passed as a teenage male child. In addition to her legal and advocacy work, Murray published ii well-reviewed autobiographies and a volume of verse.
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