Let Justice Roll Down
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The story of John Perkins is a gripping portrayal of what happens when faith thrusts a person into the midst of a struggle against racism, oppression, and injustice. It is about the costs of discipleship--the jailings, the floggings, the despair, the sacrifice. And it is about the transforming work of faith that allowed John to respond to such overwhelming indignities with miraculous compassion, vision, and hope.
Perhaps more now than ever, young people need to read his story. This youth edition of the book Christianity Today named as one of the top fifty books that have shaped evangelicals will inspire a new generation to seek justice, love mercy, and walk humbly with God in the face of radical social change.
John M. Perkins
John Perkins, the son of a sharecropper, grew up in Mississippi amid dire poverty and rampant racism. Though he had fled to California after his older brother was murdered by a town marshal, he returned after his conversion to Christ in 1960 to share the gospel with his community. His leadership of civil rights demonstrations earned him repeated harassment, beatings and imprisonment. However, in recent years Perkins has received recognition for his work with seven honorary doctorates from Wheaton College, Gordon College, Huntington College, Geneva College, Spring Arbor College, North Park College and Belhaven College. He continues to speak and teach around the world on issues of racial reconciliation, leadership and community development. Perkins is the founder of Voice of Calvary Ministries in Mendenhall, Mississippi, Harambee Ministries in Pasadena, California, and the Christian Community Development Association. His books include Let Justice Roll Down, With Justice for All, A Quiet Revolution and Linking Arms, Linking Lives.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5“They were like savages - like some horror out of the night. And I can’t forget their faces, so twisted with hate. It was like looking at white-faced demons. Hate did that to them. But you know, I couldn’t hate back. When I saw what hate had done to them, I couldn’t hate back. I could only pity them. I didn’t ever want hate to do to me what it has already done to those men.”If anyone had a reason to hold on to hate, it’s John Perkins. In this biographical book, he outlines some of the major incidences where he witnessed and was faced with injustice. The way he handled these situations were surprising and thought provoking. The beginning opens with the story of how his brother was killed. He continues by explaining the state of the church and his life (as well as his spirtual views), he shares his beliefs and how his experiences shaped his faith and ultimately his reaction to those around him. While standing up for the blacks in his community, he was wrongfully jailed and beaten, almost to death, yet he kept on living a faith-filled life. This book was quite the emotional journey. It sheds light on the injustices of the not so distant past, a very important reminder for me and a way for me to better deal with the present. Let Justice Roll Down is a stark reminder of how we can hurt one another, even under the disguse of religion and truth. The quote above resonated deeply within me, and seemed to me to be a large theme running through the entire book. Hate turns a person into a savage. It’s easy to hate, to lash out and try to destroy those who hurt you, but how do you love them? And how does justice - the idea of fairness - fit into this? His story leaves the reader with a lot to reflect on. I can’t stress how much I recommend that everyone read this book. It places you in an uncomfortable place, but I think that’s its worth.
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Let Justice Roll Down - John M. Perkins
© 2021 by John M. Perkins and Priscilla Perkins
Published by Baker Books
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ISBN 978-1-4934-3174-8
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Contents
COVER 1
HALF TITLE PAGE 2
TITLE PAGE 3
COPYRIGHT PAGE 4
ADVISORY NOTE 5
1. CLYDE 9
2. JAP 19
3. LEARNING TO SURVIVE 27
4. CHALLENGING THE SYSTEM 33
5. WHO NEEDS RELIGION? 39
6. A PATCH OF BLUE SKY 45
7. GOD FOR A BLACK MAN 51
8. WINNERS AND LOSERS 57
9. A HARD COMMAND 65
10. UNDER THE SKIN 69
11. IT’S NICE TO HAVE FRIENDS 77
12. THE WHOLE GOSPEL 83
13. TAKING A STAND 93
14. THE KEY 99
15. DISTURBING THE PEACE 105
16. GREEN POWER 115
17. AMBUSH 123
18. BEYOND BRANDON 133
19. MISSISSIPPI JUSTICE 139
20. AT THE GATES OF JUSTICE 147
21. STRONGER THAN EVER 151
22. THE PEOPLE OF GOD 161
REFLECTION QUESTIONS 169
REFLECTION DISCUSSIONS 173
ABOUT THE AUTHOR 174
BACK ADS 175
BACK COVER 177
1
Clyde
Sharecropping: When a landowner allows a tenant (the sharecropper) to use some of his land in return for a share of the crops produced on the land.
Some things are hard to forget, maybe even impossible. The summer of 1946, after World War II, produced a horrible memory for me—one that haunts me even today. It was cotton-picking time again in New Hebron, Mississippi, when it happened. The summer heat was a scorcher, the steamy heat clinging like an unwanted blanket.
While whites owned some plantations in New Hebron, only a couple of them really had the money and resources of rich folks. The south-central Mississippi area was settled by whites after 1800. As customary in those days, whites used slaves to clear their property and plant crops. After slavery ended in 1865, landowners looked for sharecroppers to work their land, pick cotton for pennies a day, and pay back half their crops for rent.
Overall, whites in New Hebron were a heap better off than Blacks living there. But whites lived modestly enough that any change in circumstances was a personal threat to their livelihood. They needed to keep Blacks in line to maintain their lifestyles. Sometimes, they would resort to extreme measures to do it. For instance, while World War II was going on, a young Black soldier (a sergeant) returned home to New Hebron on furlough. He was in town one day, wearing his uniform, stripes and all. He was drinking heavily and boasting, too. Some white men decided the sergeant had too many big ideas. They grabbed him and beat him almost to death with an ax handle.
This kind of meanness upset Black folks, but we were helpless to do much about it. After all, the lives of our families were at stake, and that was more important than any thought of aggression. For some, the best way out was to leave Mississippi for good, head north or west, and never look back. Unfortunately, many Blacks hoping for a better life elsewhere found themselves in urban areas where they lacked the job skills to prosper. Their dreams being crushed, many Blacks from the South became the people who lived in deplorable conditions in the urban ghettos.
One person in our family had escaped life in Mississippi and seemed to be on the road to prosperity. That was my brother Clyde. The two of us were close, even though Clyde was twelve years older than me. Clyde had always stood up for himself, even before he got shipped off to Germany during the war—a war he did not choose to fight. During World War II, all-white draft committees discovered newfound authority to get trouble-makin’
Blacks out of town. Clyde had been one of those singled out as a troublemaker because of an incident a few years earlier. He was a perfect candidate for the local draft committee to ship out.
That incident was an argument Clyde had with a white man. Disagreeing with a white man wasn’t safe in those days, no matter how right you thought you were. My brother committed the unpardonable sin of challenging The Man’s
absolute rightness.
I want to see you dead
were the white man’s parting words to Clyde. It wasn’t long before my brother was drafted into the US Army and sent overseas.
Clyde did pretty good in the army. He saw people and places he had never seen before and folks who accepted him just as he was. While fighting for America, he was wounded several times in Germany. We were just glad that he came home in one piece. He returned with an honorable discharge and a new attitude of confidence. Clyde was determined not to be pushed around anymore. He was a hero to all of us kids; we followed him around town, admiring his bravery.
On Saturday afternoons, everyone in New Hebron stopped working for the day, washed up, and went to town. They headed for Main Street to relax, window-shop, and catch up with people they hadn’t seen all week. New Hebron’s Main Street ran down a gentle slope from the dirt road at the upper edge of town to the railroad tracks at the lower end. From about two o’clock until nightfall, folks would be visiting with one another or just looking around. They came in cars and trucks, and some even brought their families in wagons pulled by mules.
Groups of Blacks—mostly sharecroppers and their families—drifted back and forth across Main Street or strolled along the sidewalks, wiping the sweat from their faces from time to time. Others sat around, fanning themselves and talking about the changes the far-off war had caused—changes that made a lot of people uncomfortable. This unspoken tension filled the hot, sticky Saturday afternoon air.
With so many Blacks in town, the white marshal was always there. He was on the lookout for trouble, even when things were quiet. The marshal walked along with the crowd, making sure everyone knew he was there. He looked straight into the faces of Blacks in each group, making sure no one was drunk or talking too loudly—reminding everyone who was boss in New Hebron. Blacks, especially the young adults and teens, had to weigh every word and action. It didn’t take any particular reason for young Blacks to get in trouble. After eight thirty or so in the evening, it was understood that any Blacks standing around on the street were not welcome.
It was a Saturday evening when it happened (the memory I mentioned already).
Along about sundown, most farm families—both Blacks and whites—headed home. The parked cars and trucks would gradually disappear from the street. People who came by wagon went behind the stores to get their families on their wagons to head back home.
With the families cleared out, most stores began closing up. Most of Main Street grew quiet and still in the muggy heat. People who lived in town and others still around were mostly in the one-block area where a couple of cafes, drugstores, and Carolyn’s Theater did business.
I was sixteen that September and visiting a friend’s place near town, sitting around talking. Clyde was still on Main Street, out on a date with his girlfriend, Elma.
At the front of Carolyn’s Theater, the big glass double doors welcomed whites to enter. To the left of the theater, between it and the five-and-dime store, a narrow alley led to a side door with its own ticket booth. Blacks used this entrance to go inside and up the stairs to the theater balcony to watch movies.
I didn’t know firsthand but was told later that Clyde and Elma stood talking in the alley as they waited for the ticket booth to open so they could get movie tickets. People were getting restless, but Clyde and Elma stayed at the back of the crowd, still talking.
Nobody’s sure just what started it all. Some folks say Clyde was talking loudly, maybe even arguing with Elma about something. A deputy marshal standing on the sidewalk yelled at them, Quiet down.
Clyde had been facing away from the sidewalk where the marshal stood. As he turned to ask him a question, the officer clubbed him. Clyde got mad and, in self-defense, grabbed the marshal’s club to keep the man from hitting him again.
Those who saw the whole thing said the marshal turned red in the face, so mad that he literally shook. Before anybody knew it, the officer of the law had taken two steps backward, pulled out a gun, and shot Clyde—twice—in the stomach.
As soon as the marshal left, a crowd of Blacks surrounded Clyde. One ran for a doctor. Others picked Clyde up—he was still conscious—and carried him across the street to Seay’s Drugstore, where a doctor’s office was in the back. Whites could walk in through the front; Blacks had to go around the building to the back door.
I was getting ready to get into a car with some friends when we saw another vehicle coming up fast, blowing a windstorm of dust in the air as it stopped. Clyde’s been shot,
somebody yelled from the car.
My friends and I piled into another car and roared off toward Main Street. I didn’t know the details yet, but I was sure somebody white had shot Clyde. That made me steaming mad! I wasn’t the least bit afraid for myself. I was just fed up with all the things Black folks always had to go through. This time we ought to do something. We ought to get even.
A bunch of people were already crowded into the doctor’s office at Seay’s by the time we got there. I managed to push my way into the room, where Clyde was on the examining table. The marshal shot him,
Black folks whispered as I walked through.
Doctor Langston, the town’s two lawmen, and one other white man were the only whites in that room full of Black faces and Black voices. That fourth white man was off to the side. I could see he was bringing in an extra gun and ammunition for the marshal. A heaviness in my stomach demanded relief. Right then, I would have shot that marshal if I had a gun.
Black faces watched the doctor, and then the marshal, their heads turning from the doctor to the lawman. The marshal watched all of us.
As more people jammed into the office, I went to the head of the examining table to be with Clyde. The doctor was leaning over him, working on his wounds. Standing at Clyde’s head, I put my hand on his cheek again and again, mumbling, Brother, don’t die.
After a while, Dr. Langston looked up. You have to get him to the hospital. I can’t do anything more for him here.
Jackson, the state capital and the location of the nearest hospital, was an hour and a half away!
We passed the word through the crowd, and soon my cousin Joe David had his ’41 Chevy at the back door.