I am so incensed and upset about the massacre by a white supremacist of nine African American people at Mother Emanuel AME Church in Charleston that I can’t think of anything else to write about, yet I don’t want to just add to the rhetoric about that atrocity. So I thought instead I would re-run a blog I wrote for Writers Who Kill a couple of years ago when white supremacists descended on my city–to remind us that they’re out there and are a real danger and to remind us that there’s a beautiful coalition of old and young who will stand up to them.
Saturday, the Nazi Socialist Movement, the largest neo-Nazi organization in the
country, came to my hometown, Kansas City, for a national gathering to
celebrate the 75th anniversary of Kristallnacht with their pals the
Ku Klux Klan, the Aryan Brotherhood, and Satan’s Saints, a white supremacist
J.Edgar Hoover days (which puts me in very good company). I’ve been
teargassed in antiwar protests and had rotten tomatoes and eggs thrown at me in
civil rights marches. I’ve put in my time at trying to make this a decent
country for everyone, and as lupus, fibromyalgia, and severe asthma have taken
a toll on me and left me needing a cane, I had decided that I was done with
going out into the streets to protest or demonstrate. I figured I’d earned my
time to sit peacefully at home and finish the book for which I have an impending
City. They came to KC in 2007 to celebrate Hitler’s birthday and paraded around
in Nazi uniforms. I thought surely others would stand against them and no one
did. So Saturday saw me downtown at City Hall facing the Jackson County
Courthouse where the Nazis, KKK, and fellow travelers were supposed to bring
over a thousand jackbooted thugs to parade around to celebrate the night their
German forebears destroyed Jewish shops, killed many Jews, and started rounding
up them (and many other minority groups) for concentration camps to begin
Hitler’s Final Solution.
Nazis, allowing them all kinds of things that we counter-ralliers were not
allowed—bullhorns, ultra-large stereo speakers, microphone stands, and much
more when we weren’t even allowed water bottles or purses to carry our medicine
(I had to make use of Ben’s pockets for mine)—tried to keep us from protesting
against them, and when they couldn’t , organized another rally miles away,
effectively dividing the forces of reason for political purposes. So
reluctantly, after an exhausting week of work and events every night for my
husband’s job, we drove downtown early to set up for one more stand against
to attend their rally safely miles away, seven hundred people arrived to stand
up against the Nazis—ministers, schoolteachers, college and high school
students, secretaries, longtime civil rights activists, young veterans of the
Occupy movement, active-duty soldiers, grandmothers with their grandchildren,
fiery young anarchists, Republicans, Democrats, Independents, white, African
American, Latino, American Indian, and a few women in hijabs. What was
especially gratifying to me was that the vast majority were young people.
and apparently had orders to threaten us with teargas and pepper spray.
Fortunately, none was used against us, but that’s why in some photos you will
see folks with bandannas or handkerchiefs over their mouths and noses. These
were the ones who’d been involved with the Occupy movement and had recent
experience of being sprayed with these toxic substances. Also, a little
disconcerting was the militarized appearance of the police. About six clearly
marked observers for the Department of Justice circulated among us—and may have
been the only reason that our peaceful gathering was not attacked by the police,
who paid little attention to the Nazis, et al.
three dozen people instead of the thousand-plus they had threatened. When asked
later by the press about the low turnout, they said that many turned back,
afraid of the publicity that our counter rally had drawn and afraid that they
might lose their jobs if they were publicly seen. Some dismissed that as fake
excuses, but I’ve seen the membership numbers that researchers have compiled
for these organizations, and I know they could easily field that many people.
Therefore, I count our protest a success since it inhibited more from coming
out in public.
putting all but Aryans into “subservience.” Talk of the fun they have arming
with guns and going “hunting illegals” at the border, as if it were a sport.
Talk of the “judaization” of America and the world and how they will “cleanse”
it. But mostly it was the same rhetoric you can hear any day on talk radio or
from the extremist politicians who have seized control of Congress. That was
the eye-opener. They even played a recording from the 1980s of a deceased
leader, and it was basically Tea Party rhetoric with some extra-nasty violence
added. It underscored how far to the right our country has slid when the lines
the Nazis have been spouting for decades have suddenly become the main themes
of powerful elected politicians.
gathering who peacefully stood up against the haters and said, “No.” That and
the heavy involvement of young people from conservatively dressed yuppie types
to the heavily tattooed anarchists who placed themselves in the front lines,
fully expecting teargas or pepper spray. I have had my days of depression and
cynicism when I look at the way things are going, but I am newly optimistic
after this glimpse of the upcoming generation, who, with all their differences,
will still stand up and stand together against violence and hate.
REPLIES TO COMMENTS (because Blogger hates me still):
Kay, I don’t blame the police in general (though some of them seemed to really belong over with the KKK, etc.). Most of them were just doing what the politicians who run the city told them to do.
Marilyn, yes, it is scary. These groups have had a renaissance of late, growing terribly in membership. And for everyone who thinks this is just a Southern problem, not so. They’re all over–Michigan, California, Arizona, Pennsylvania, Montana, Missouri, New York, Maine, you name the state and they’ve got one or all of these organizations and other like them quartered there. What I found scariest, though, was that the same rhetoric of racist and anti-Semitic hate that they’ve always used is what we’re hearing out of state houses and the US Congress now.
Marjorie, I’m sorry for what you and your colleagues have experienced. Discrimination encountered is a bitter pain, I know. I keep hoping that this atrocity, this terrible racist act, will be the catalyst that bring our society together against this vicious scourge, but so far, it hasn’t happened. I begin to despair, but not yet entirely. I still hope.