Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Reflection on "Freedom Summer", a documentary

By Leonie Barkakati
 


Freedom Summer is a documentary about the Mississippi Summer Project, which was initiated to register Black voters in Mississippi in June, 1964.

From the start, I was struck by the number of comparisons I could make from events in the movie to other occurrences in history and current events. Within the first thirty minutes of the movie, the individuals being interviewed talked about how white people in Mississippi thought Black people would “take over” if they began voting. Another individual said, “the vote was for white people.” This sounds very similar to the opinions of some Americans who believe that undocumented immigrants from Asia and Latin America will take over the country today.

When the Mississippi Summer Project began, southern whites criticized it as a “communist” initiative. It humors me how frequently Americans label groups “communist” whenever they feel threatened. This word has been used to describe farm workers in California in the 60’s and Chinese Americans during the Cold War. It reveals a disturbingly xenophobic tendency.

Freedom Summer starkly portrayed people’s humanity (or lack thereof). The volunteers knew they were putting their lives in danger by helping to register voters, but they stayed because they believed it was the right thing to do. Looking back at that time, who would disagree? The narrative being told in Freedom Summer is eerily similar to the current reality. There are organizations in place today that are trying to register millions of people who came to this country as immigrants. There are others who rave about how “illegal” immigrants will steal “our” jobs. When we look back on this decade of history, what will people say? Do we sympathize with the humanity of immigrants in this country?

Even the reluctance of the Mississippi constituents to register in the documentary is still present today. In the documentary, registering Black voters was slow work in the beginning. People were unwilling to sign up for fear that they would lose their jobs, and rightfully so. In my experience, registering Asian voters is equally difficult today. But the community in the documentary did not fully mobilize until volunteers went missing, and bodies were found. Do people have to die for our communities to recognize the urgency of this issue?
I was particularly impacted by the stories of two women who were included in the documentary. The first was Rita Schwerner, whose husband was killed by the Klan during the Project. She said she would not cry in front of any cameras because, “It would be offensive to everyone concerned.” I thought this was a profound example of allyship. Schwerner seemed to understand how much attention the press would give her if she cried. She would not give the media the satisfaction of watching her mourn her late husband when thousands of people mourned the deaths of far greater numbers of family members in the South for centuries.

I was also moved by Fannie Lou Hamer’s testimony. She was a sharecropper from Mississippi who attended the Democratic National Conference in 1964 to advocate for inclusion of people of color in the delegation from Mississippi. Her testimony was very important, yet not all of it was included in the documentary. In fact, the documentary seemed to focus more on how Lyndon Johnson interrupted her speech. I had to go to Youtube to find the entirety of her 8-minute testimony. I thought it was powerful that a Black woman came to be the symbol of the Mississippi Summer Project. She talked about losing her job just for trying to register to vote and about her time in jail. In the end, she says, “Is this America, land of the free home of the brave…where our lives are threatened daily because we want to live like decent human beings in America?” I thought she was brave to say all of these things on national television. It felt as though at that moment she carried the weight of her entire community.


I love watching moments like that. I wonder what they feel like, to truly be a representative of a community.


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