Jim Crow's Demise
Hello. I was born after the Civil War. My name is Jim Crow. I was not a real individual, but rather a caricature designed to berate, distort, and ridicule an entire race of people. I represented a system, behind which stood millions of people within the confines of these American states. They gave birth to and upheld me proudly. They used me to implement their blood-letting ideas throughout the south. I caused lots of pain, inflicted wounds enough for a lifetime, and killed many innocent people. I had no desire to change or compromise. People create the systems that they want to live under.
Later, the people changed; perhaps others simply disappeared to fight another day. So I changed and also disappeared. As I said, I'm a system; so I flow the direction of the people, but most of my closest friends would rather pretend that I never existed. I resided in the southern region and inflicted innumerable emotional scars on certain people. Other pains were handed out if the targeted ones refused to conform to my ways. My social order demanded that there be a separation of Blacks and Whites. I know. You heard and read about "Apartheid" in South Africa; in America, it was Jim Crow. Let me use an example of a person who was affected by my abusive regulations. He was born into my system and lived in this 'social order' for nearly 18 years. Let's cite a few of the abuses that would harm the best of us. According to Matson, he both survived and overcame me via "The Love of God".
I inflicted lots of abuse. The inhumane treatments to my fellow humans are too numerous to note. I never believed that they were humans anyway.
Abuse # One: Public Education. Matson had no choice but to attend schools both separate and unequal, in spite of the 1954 Supreme Court decision.
Abuse # two: Public Transportation. First, when Matson wanted to ride on a public bus, he paid his fare and proceeded to the back of the bus. If the preferred person boarded the bus and there were no more seats, Matson and or others like him had to give up their seat for that person.
Abuse # Three: Public Office. I infringed upon the right to vote, and also prevented most Blacks from voting altogether. Imagine being wounded and abused, and not having a process or a voice in healing your own affliction.
I am no longer around, but I wrecked and ruined lives, causing havoc upon generations of people until the whole nation said, "Enough!". I'm Jim Crow.
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2020
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