This Promise of Change: A Review and Giveaway

But as Jo Ann and Debbie would most likely be quick to acknowledge, their accomplishment pales in comparison to what the twelve students achieved in those difficult months. 

In a book that is told so beautifully through poignant poetry, it is difficult for me to select just a few poems to share with you. Instead, I’m going to bring you snippets from several to entice you to read it yourself. (NOTE: The last line of several poems appear in a slightly larger font. This is a blogger issue; not the way in which they appear in the book. My apologies to the authors.)

REVIEW

Promise opens with a brief description to the Hill where Jo Ann and her family lived, worshiped, played, held concerts, and went to school–until it was time for junior high and high school when the Negro students were bused twenty miles to Knoxville to a Negro high school. This is a stanza from the poem, “MY SCHOOLS,” about her elementary school:

… Green McAddo had no cafeteria, no gymnasium 
and no indoor bathrooms
until the time I started first grade.
The grammar school in town did,
and also had separate classrooms for every grade,
but that school was whites-only,
and still is. (p.21)

From “THEIR SCHOOL”:


Clinton High School.
Here it is, right close, right down the Hill,
with its solid red brick and clean white trim
for white students only.
We walk by it, not to it,
because it’s their school,
big,
but not big enough
for twelve Negro students
who look at it every day
but have never been inside.  (p.25)

When a judge in Knoxville rules that Clinton can no longer ignore the Brown v. Board of Education ruling of 1954,  Clinton High School is forced to integrate. It wasn’t that the community, principal, town newspaper, or teachers wanted to, they were had to. 


Throughout the book, there are headlines from local and national newspapers and magazines; signs in the town, quotes from the Tennessee constitution, prayers, interviews, and legal rulings. Here is one:

“We have never heard anyone in Clinton say he wanted the integration of students in the schools, but we have heard a great many of the people say: ‘We believe in the law. We will obey the ruling of the Court. We have no other lawful choices.””
Editorial in the Clinton Courier-News written by editor Horace V. Wells, Jr. August 30, 1956. (p.62)

At first, Jo Ann thinks that, 


If school were weather, I would say it’s serious
with a chance of friendly.  (p. 75)



On the second day, she sees protestors and glares on the way to school. She thinks that “clouds [are] rolling in on my forecast.“  (p. 78)

This is from the poem, “LEFT UNSAID”:

So my two great-great-grandmothers
slaves,
had children with light complexions,
and narrow noses like yours (and mine),
and thin mouths like yours (and mine),
white enough to pass for white,
which means that
in the branches of my family tree
there are ancestors
who are as white
as you. (p.84)


By the end of her first week of school, the shouting and harassing increase. The students stop eating at the cafeteria because it feels unsafe. The sheriff drives them home. People ask if they want to quit and they say no. In the poem, “HEARING/UNHEARING” Jo Ann thinks, 


But now, I don’t want to walk out.
I want to walk in.
I can’t unhear what I hear.
I won’t walk away from it, either. (p.91)

Less than a week later, riots break out in the street. Here are a few stanzas from “PEACEKEEPERS”:


The tanks roll in at lunchtime,
a show of growling might,
As if in answer to the prayers
we prayed in fear last night.


Clinton’s leaders asked for them;
the governor agreed.
They saw the lawless trampling
of the bigoted stampede. (p. 107)

From “WE ARE THE NEWS”:


The news is something
that happens
to other people
in other places


Until it happens to you. (p.124-5)


Tension escalates with the KKK burning crosses on the Hill. 


“AND THEN THERE ARE THE THUMBTACKS”


Scattered on our chairs
A prank straight out of cartoons
They think we don’t look? (p. 173)

From “THEIR SILENCE”:


And so I go through the school day
surrounded by a hard shell of silence,
chitchat and cheer bouncing off the walls,
none of it meant for me.  (p. 180)

Eventually, all the “little” acts of hatred add up to too many “BIG THINGS”:


Where once they kept their distance,
the white kids who hate us
are up close now, hard on our heels,
truly stepping on our heels–
Gail Ann’s are bloody.  (p. 193)

After Thanksgiving break, the twelve students return to hair pulling, hands tearing their books, insults, wicked notes in their locker, nails and eggs thrown at them, and more buttons worn by students which say, KEEP WHITE SCHOOLS WHITE.

The school board suggests they return to Austin High. 

Here are two stanzas from “WHAT ARE THEY THINKING?”


This plan is good if you’re a fan
of the Klan.
It treats us as less than
every white man.
It can’t stand.
We will finish what we began.


To be clear:
a bus to Knoxville again–
that’s moving in the wrong
direction.  (p. 209-210)

The principal closes the school after violence erupts and a pastor is beaten. At an election that follows that event, all the white supremacist candidates lose. Jo Ann calls that, A REAL VICTORY.


Before all this,
before all that happened
happened,
I thought there was nothing I could do
about segregation.
I’m just a girl, I thought,
one girl who tries
to look at the good side of things,
because there’s nothing I can do
about the bad.
I’m still that good-side-looking girl.
but now when I see the bad, I’ll think–
I’ll know—
there’s something I can do about it. (p. 233)

REFLECTION

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