Today’s adventure first centers around Marion a small but important place in our civil rights history, but first we’ll take a little side trip on the way down. Your GPS will find the best way for you to leave Birmingham toward Marion, but eventually, it will put you on Route 5, a two-lane country road that winds its way through the pines.
We plan to stop at Coretta Scott
King’s childhood home and the place where she and Dr. King were married. If you
want to GPS it, the coordinates
are 32.745697 -87.365767. (You may have already correctly guessed that
this is out in the country.) As you are coming down Route 5, just after milepost marker 69, you will turn
right on Highway 16. Continue for 3 ½ miles and turn right on Route 29 and in
approximately 2.3 miles you will see Mt. Tabor AME Church on your left. Pull
into the turning area on the left to park. You will see the childhood home in
front of you, now owned by daughter Bernice. No one is living there at this
time. The Kings were married on the front porch. You can also see Coretta’s
father’s store. There is a bust memorializing Mrs. King at the church.
This is the
small community known as Heiburger. Mrs. King went into Marion to school and
graduated from the Lincoln School. Lincoln School dates back to just after the
Civil War. This was a school for former enslaved children created and run by nine
former enslaved men. It became a Normal School, training teachers for the
future. It ultimately, after 100 years found its way to be the roots of Alabama
State University.
When you’re finished looking
around, head back down Route 29 into Marion. Marion was established in 1817 and
first named Muckle Ridge. The name was later changed to Marion in honor of a
Revolutionary War hero, Francis Marion. (I think that was a smart idea. I mean,
“Muckle Ridge”??) Anyway, it’s the county seat of Perry County with a beautiful
antebellum courthouse. It’s population demographics of today are typical of
what they have always been – almost 70% Black and just under 30% white. This is
important to remember when we consider what happened in Marion in 1965 and what
has happened there since then.
After the
Civil Rights Act of 1964 (thanks to the Children’s March in Birmingham), public
spaces began to be desegregated. The separate waiting rooms, rest rooms, and
water fountains slowly became a thing of the past. All the Movement began
focusing on voting rights. The emphasis in the Deep South was trying to get people
registered to vote. That was a very difficult and challenging task.
The power to decide who could
register to vote rested in the hands of the white registrars. Impossible
questions were set up, such as “how many bubbles in a bar of Ivory soap,” or “how
many jellybeans in a jar. There were more relevant questions which required the
one trying to register to describe a portion of the state constitution. Of
course, then the registrar had the authority to say if the person had explained
that section well enough. There were also poll taxes and “grandfather clauses.”
These stated that unless your grandfather had not voted, you could not vote,
and, of course, we know the chances of their grandfather ever having voted.
Those difficulties were only part
of the problem. The names of those who had tried to register were published in
the newspaper. There would be consequences because of those attempts to get the
right to vote. You might find yourself suddenly out of a job. Your mortgage at
the white-owned bank might be recalled. The loan you took out for your car might
be rescinded. When you shopped you might find your line of credit revoked. You
might be harassed or beaten. Shots might be fired into your house. Or your
family might find you, like Herbert Lee in Amite County, murdered.
It is hard for us today to imagine
what it was like for Blacks, especially in the South, up through the 1960s. The
people who worked so tirelessly for the right to vote absolutely put their
lives on the line every single day. We cannot forget that, not only to honor
their memory, but to make sure we don’t lose that right to vote. We must be
diligent about the legislation that is happening and use our power of the vote
to be sure harmful legislation is not passed.
Now, back to what was happening in
Marion. SNCC and SCLC had sent their forces around the state and the intrepid
trio of James Bevel, Diane Nash, and James Orange were working hard especially
with young people, in Perry and Dallas County (where Selma is located.). By the way, James Bevel and Diane Nash had married in
1961 and had 2 children, but the marriage didn’t last. They were divorced in
1968. You should google Diane Nash as she is definitely one of the unsung
heroes of the Movement.
Now I
will tell you an important, little known
backstory that truly shaped the Movement. On this particular day in February
1965, James Orange was arrested. Instead of the usual charges, he was charged
with contributing to the delinquency of a minor. That was a much more serious
charge, one that would send him to prison. He was incarcerated in the jail in Marion at 202
Pickens Street.
The rumor went around that the Klan
was going to break into the jail, kidnap James Orange, and lynch him.
C.T. Vivian, one of the great
preachers of the Movement, acted. He called for a special service at Zion Methodist Church at 301 Pickens Street, just a long block from the jail. After the
service, the congregants were going to march to the jail and hold a candlelight
vigil, pray and sing through the night to keep the Klan from getting to James
Orange.
The sheriff learned of the plan and
gathered every lawman possible, police, state police, sheriff’s deputies and
any white male over 21 who had a gun and could be deputized. They were all
there waiting on that February night.
When the worshippers filed out of
the church, suddenly, the streetlamps went out making everything dark. Then the
law enforcement rushed forward, beating the crowd with their night sticks or
cattle prods. In terror, amidst screaming and begging, they rushed back to the
church. Some ran to a little café, Mack’s Café, behind the church. A few state
troopers followed them in, continuing to strike at them. One trooper, James
Fowler, was beating 82-year-old Cager Lee as his daughter tried to intervene.
Finally, Lee’s grandson, Jimmy Lee
Jackson jumped into the fray. Jimmy Lee Jackson was establishing himself in the
community as a hard-working, upstanding young man He had already become a
deacon in his church. Some writings say he had recently returned from serving
in the Army, but that is probably misinformation. He had tried several times to
register to vote, but had been unsuccessful.
As they struggled, Fowler drew his
gun and shot Jimmy Lee Jackson point blank. While Jackson did not die immediately
of his injuries, he did pass away later at the hospital
The aftermath of that night’s
terror and Jackson’s death roused the anger of the good people of Perry and
Dallas counties. The leaders of the Movement wondered if they could keep
everyone reacting nonviolently. It was critical to the Movement that it stay
nonviolent. They could see that the people felt they had to do something,
anything. They came up with the idea to have a march where they would carry
Jimmy Lee Jackson’s body in his coffin from Selma to Montgomery, lay it on the
steps of the capitol, and say, “Look what you have done”.
That seemed to satisfy the people’s
need to be doing something, not just to go on as if this pointless death had
not occurred. But then the leaders got thinking that it wasn’t very respectful
to the body or the family to take the coffin on what would be a several days’
march, probably in the rain.
Dr. King, James Bevel and others
talked it over at great length. They knew the people had to take some action
but carrying Jackson’s body to Montgomery wasn’t the best way. Finally, they
came up with the idea to do the march from Selma to Montgomery but call it a
Voting Rights March and let the Jackson family bury Jimmy Lee properly.
You won’t find this in most of
the reports, but that idea really came from one of the behind-the-scenes unsung
heroes of the Movement, one of the matrons of Selma who saw that the leaders were
fed as they met in their homes.
So, that’s how we got the famous
Voting Rights March of 1965. More about that later. By the way, it wasn’t until
2007 that James Fowler was ever held accountable for the murder of Jimmy Lee
Jackson when he was indicted on charges of first- and second-degree
manslaughter. It wasn’t until 2010 when he pled guilty to second-degree
manslaughter, saying it was self-defense. He was sentenced to six months in
jail, of which he finally served five months.
A great reference
in Marion is Della Maynor. While she is too
young to have been a foot soldier, she grew up with the stories. She moved away
from Marion for a while but has moved back and is one of its best resource
persons. She can arrange for you to hear one or two of the foot soldiers, can
arrange a tour of the church, and perhaps can even arrange a meal for you if
you are a tour group coming through. Della’s contact information is 205-310-9428.
Even if
this is a quick stop on your tour, I suggest you stop at the Zion UMChurch at 301 Pickens Street. There are a
number of historical markers there. Stop a moment and look around. Try to
imagine that night in February and how terrifying it must have been. Remember
what that generation went through to have the right to vote.
Walk on to
the jail at 202 Pickens Street and see the
markers there. There has been a local group that had plans to restore the jail
and turn it into a voting museum, but that plan seems to be on hold right now.
If you want
to have a meal while in Marion, I highly recommend Lottie’s Restaurant, just
around the block from the jail. Lottie’s is at 207
Washington Street. It’s a family-owned business, run by Byron Turner, a
relative of Albert Turner, Sr., a civil rights activist who was known as Dr.
King’s point man. It was Albert Turner, Sr. who led the mule wagon that carried
Dr. King’s body.
It’s time
to move on to Selma, but on the way you will pass Jimmy Lee Jackson’s grave on
Route 14. If you’re in a bus or large van, you really can’t stop there. If you’re in a car you might be able to pull
into the small entryway if it hasn’t been raining but be careful. It is very
easy to get stuck.
The grave
is in the old Heard Cemetery, The GPS Coordinates
are: N32.658083, W87.273028. If you can, drive by it slowly. You can see
which is the grave of Jimmy Lee Jackson, unless some vandals have destroyed it.
An assumption on my part, but I think he was buried
in the Heard Cemetery because he was with, and had a daughter by, his girlfriend,
Addie Heard.)
Next, we’ll
head on to Selma for our next stop.
If your timing shows that you might spend the night in Marion, we have found the Sleep Inn at 1605 Hwy 5, South in Marion – contact # 334-683-8600 to be satisfactory.