About a month ago, the
Georgia Sociological Association held its annual meeting in Savannah. Prior to this conference, there was much
discussion about what we should do for entertainment. The Board, therefore, took the advice of one
of its members and scheduled an evening at the Pin Point Heritage museum.
Most of us had no idea of
what this would entail. We did not even
know where the place was. Merely getting
there turned out to be an adventure. It
was located in such an our-of-the-way spot that our GPS guidance made several
errors along the route.
Then after we arrived, we
were not sure that we were at the right locale.
The place did not look like museum.
There was no imposing building with Greek columns out front. All we could see was a series of modest structures. So far as we could tell, they were private
residences.
Nonetheless, the staff of
the museum was extremely gracious. First
off, we were served a low country boil.
Our plates were stacked high with crabs, shrimp, sausages, potatoes, and
corn. The setting might have been
simple, but the meal was sumptuous.
Afterward we attended a
demonstration of how crabbing nets were woven and then were ushered into a
small factory building to watch a film about the history of Pin Point. This was an eye-opener.
Pin Point is a tiny town on
the edge of a marsh. Its population
never exceeded three hundred and had now been reduced to about half of
that. Located among the Sea Islands, its
inhabitants supported themselves on the bounty available in the surrounding
waters.
The men had been fisherman
and the women had processed the crabs and oysters their husbands brought
home. Theirs was a tough life, but one
in which they had the satisfaction of personal achievement and independence.
Oh, did I mention that these
folks were Gullah/Geechee and proud of it.
They delighted in their African origins and unique dialect. They were also pleased to belong to the
supportive community that they had created.
These folks had once been
free Negroes. Then after the Civil War
they pooled their assets to purchase the waterfront land they now
occupied. Back then few whites
appreciated the virtues of a swamp and so the property was cheap.
The result was a distinctive
sense of self-sufficiency. These were
people who relied upon themselves. The
fed themselves, they governed themselves, they prayed for and among
themselves. So comfortable were they with
whom they were that everyone had a nickname; one that usually teased them about
their personal peculiarities.
But then came the big
surprise. Pin Point had a favorite
son. We were shown pictures of his
parents. There they were standing in
front of tables full of crabs and oysters.
These were clearly hard working people who were unashamed of engaging in
manual labor.
Who was their distinguished,
and much loved, son? He was none other
than Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas.
I had known Thomas came from Georgia.
I was also aware that he had grown up in a small town. But that his origins were with the Geechee
came as a complete shock.
Nonetheless, this discovery made
sense of Thomas’ politics. He has been
accused of not being authentically black because he is a forceful
conservative. Rather than support a
proliferation of government programs, he has championed personal freedom.
Although this might not be
the outlook of all American blacks, it is obviously faithful to Thomas’ own roots. He rose from obscurity to national eminence,
not because his parents were wealthy or well-educated. He had done so because they encouraged him to
be his own person.
Some people believe that
those with African origins are incapable of taking care of themselves, much
less of assuming positions of national leadership. Clarence Thomas’s story proves
otherwise. Instead of being regarded as
a racial turncoat, he ought to be celebrated as a model of what pride and
ability make possible.
African-Americans are
perfectly capable of self-reliance. Were
some liberal apologists more aware of Thomas’ origins, they might better
understand this. So might those racists
who underestimate what blacks can achieve.
Melvyn L. Fein, Ph.D.
Professor of Sociology
Kennesaw State University