October 28, 2006

• Why I Quit the Klan

  I'll be interested to see what truths my readers derive from this excerpt of the interview with C.P. Ellis.

  EDIT:  I was wondering if anyone would pick up on Ann Atwater's contribution to C.P. Ellis' "conversion".  She had to put aside her entirely legitimate fears and prejudices in order to work with C.P. the Klan member.  Ellis probably wouldn't have had his change of heart and mind without her influence.

  Interestingly enough, mejicojohn came closest with his comment that "black chicks are hot...I've known that for years!"  Hahahaha!

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  “Why I Quit the Klan” — An Interview with C.P. Ellis

  by Studs Terkel

  [C.P. Ellis was born in 1927 and was 53 years old at the time of this interview with Studs Terkel. For

  Terkel, America's foremost oral historian, this remains the most memorable and moving of all the

  interviews he's done in a career spanning more thanseven decades, for C.P. Ellis had once been the

  Exalted Cyclops of the Ku Klux Klan in Durham, N.C. During the interview, Terkel learned that Ellis had

  been born extremely poor in Durham, North Carolina;had struggled all his life to feed his family; had

  felt shut out of American society and had joined theKlan to feel like somebody. But later he got involved

  in a local school issue and reluctantly, gradually,began to work on a committee with a black activist

  named Ann Atwater, whom he despised at the time. Eventually, after many small epiphanies, he realized

  that they shared a common concern for their children,common goals as human beings. More surprising still,

  Ellis became a union organizer for a janitor's union—a long way from his personal philosophical roots. The

  Ellis-Atwater story is best documented in The Best of Enemies, a book by Osha Gray Davidson that tells of

  the unlikely friendship that developed between Ann andC.P. Ellis, when they first met in the 1960's.

  Apparently, their commonalities as oppressed humanbeings proved far stronger than the racial hatred that

  initially divided them.]

  All my life, I had work, never a day without work, worked all the overtime I could get and still could

  not survive financially. I began to see there's something wrong with this country. I worked my butt

  off and just never seemed to break even. I had some real great ideas about this nation. They say to abide

  by the law, go to church, do right and live for the Lord, and everything'll work out. But it didn't work

  out. It just kept getting worse and worse...

  Tryin' to come out of that hole, I just couldn't do it. I really began to get bitter. I didn't know who to

  blame. I tried to find somebody. Hating America is hard to do because you can't see it to hate it. You

  gotta have somethin' to look at to hate. The natural person for me to hate would be Black people, because

  my father before me was a member of the Klan... So I began to admire the Klan... To be part of

  somethin'. ... The first night I went with the fellas ... I was led into a large meeting room, and this

  was the time of my life! It was thrilling. Here's a guy who's worked all his life and struggled all his

  life to be something, and here's the moment to be something. I will never forget it. Four robed Klansmen

  led me into the hall. The lights were dim and the only thing you could see was an illuminated cross... After

  I had taken my oath, there was loud applause goin' throughout the buildin', musta been at least 400

  people. For this one little ol person. It was a thrilling moment for C. P. Ellis...

  The majority of [the Klansmen] are low-income Whites,people who really don't have a part in something. They

  have been shut out as well as Blacks. Some are not very well educated either. Just like myself. We had a

  lot of support from doctors and lawyers and police officers. Maybe they've had bitter experiences in this life and

  they had to hate somebody. So the natural person to hate would be the Black person. He's beginnin' to come

  up, he's beginnin' to ... start votin' and run for political office. Here are White people who are

  supposed to be superior to them, and we're shut out... Shut out. Deep down inside, we want to be part of this

  great society. Nobody listens, so we join these groups...

  We would go to the city council meetings and the Blacks would be there and we'd be there. It was a

  confrontation every time... We began to make some inroads with the city councilmen and county

  commissioners. They began to call us friend. Call us at night on the telephone: "C. P., glad you came to

  that meeting last night." They didn't want integration either, but they did it secretively, in order to get

  elected. They couldn't stand up openly and say it, but they were glad somebody was sayin it. We visited some

  of the city leaders in their homes and talked to 'em privately. It wasn't long before councilmen would call

  me up: “The Blacks are comin' up tonight and makin' outrageous demands. How about some of you people

  showin' up and have a little balance?”

  We'd load up our cars and we'd fill up half the council chambers, and the Blacks the other half.

  During these times, I carried weapons to the meetings, outside my belt. We'd go there armed. We would wind up

  just hollerin' and fussin' at each other. What happened? As a result of our fightin' one another, the

  city council still had their way. They didn't want to give up control to the Blacks nor the Klan. They were

  usin' us.

  I began to realize this later down the road. One day I was walkin' downtown and a certain city council member

  saw me comin'. I expected him to shake my hand because he was talkin' to me at night on the telephone. I had

  been in his home and visited with him. He crossed the street [to avoid me]... I began to think, somethin's

  wrong here. Most of 'em are merchants or maybe an attorney, an insurance agent, people like that. As

  long as they kept low-income Whites and low-income Blacks fightin', they're gonna maintain control. I

  began to get that feelin' after I was ignored in public. I thought: . . . you're not gonna use me any

  more. That's when I began to do some real serious thinkin'.

  The same thing is happening in this country today. People are being used by those in control, those who

  have all the wealth. I'm not espousing communism. We got the greatest system of government in the world.

  But those who have it simply don't want those who don't have it to have any part of it. Black and White.

  When it comes to money, the green, the other colors make no difference.

  I spent a lot of sleepless nights. I still didn't like Blacks. I didn't want to associate with them. Blacks,

  Jews, or Catholics. My father said: "Don't have anything to do with 'em." I didn't until I met a Black

  person and talked with him, eyeball to eyeball, and met a Jewish person and talked to him, eyeball to

  eyeball. I found they're people just like me. They cried, they cussed, they prayed, they had desires.

  Just like myself. Thank God, I got to the point where I can look past labels. But at that time, my mind was

  closed.

  I remember one Monday night Klan meeting. I said something was wrong. Our city fathers were using us.

  And I didn't like to be used. The reactions of the others was not too pleasant: "Let's just keep fightin'

  them niggers."

  I'd go home at night and I'd have to wrestle with myself. I'd look at a Black person walkin' down the

  street, and the guy'd have ragged shoes or his clothes would be worn. That began to do something to me

  inside. I went through this for about six months. I felt I just had to get out of the Klan. But I wouldn't

  get out...

  [Ellis was invited, as a Klansman, to join a committee of people from all walks of life

  to make recommendations on how to solve racial problems in the school system. He very reluctantly

  accepted. After a few stormy meetings, he was elected co-chair of the committee, along with Ann Atwater, a

  combative Black woman who for years had been leading local efforts for civil rights.]

  A Klansman and a militant Black woman, co-chairmen of the school committee. It was impossible. How could I

  work with her? But it was in our hands. We had to make it a success. This gave me another sense of belongin',

  a sense of pride. This helped the inferiority feeling I had. A man who has stood up publicly and said he

  despised Black people, all of a sudden he was willin' to work with 'em. Here's a chance for a low-income

  White man to be somethin'. In spite of all my hatred for Blacks and Jews and liberals, I accepted the job.

  Her and I began to reluctantly work together. She had as many problems workin' with me as I had workin' with

  her.

  One night, I called her: "Ann, you and I should have a lot of differences and we got 'em now. But there's

  somethin' laid out here before us, and if it's gonna be a success, you and I are gonna have to make it one.

  Can we lay aside some of these feelin's? She said: "I'm willing if you are." I said: "Let's do it."

  My old friends would call me at night: "C. P., what the hell is wrong with you? You're sellin' out the

  White race." This begin' to make me have guilt feelings. Am I doin' right? Am I doin' wrong? Here I

  am all of a sudden makin' an about-face and tryin' to deal with my feelings, my heart. My mind was beginnin'

  to open up. I was beginnin' to see what was right and what was wrong. I don't want the kids to fight

  forever...

  One day, Ann and I went back to the school and we sat down. We began to talk and just reflect... I begin to

  see, here we are, two people from the far ends of the fence, havin' identical problems, except hers bein'

  Black and me bein' White... The amazing thing about it, her and I, up to that point, has cussed each

  other, bawled each other, we hated each other. Up to that point, we didn't know each other. We didn't know

  we had things in common...

  The whole world was openin' up, and I was learning new truths that I had never learned before. I was

  beginning to look at a Black person, shake hands with him, and see him as a human bein'. I hadn't got rid of

  all this stuff. I've still got a little bit of it. But somethin' was happenin to me... I come to work one

  morning and some guys says: "We need a union." At this time I wasn't pro-union. My daddy was antilabor too.

  We're not gettin' paid much, we're havin' to work seven days in a row. We're all starvin' to death... I

  didn't know nothin' about organizin' unions, but I knew how to organize people, stir people up. That's

  how I got to be business agent for the union.

  When I began to organize, I began to see far deeper. I begin to see people again bein' used. Blacks against

  Whites... There are two things management wants to keep: all the money and all the say-so. They don't

  want none of these poor workin' folks to have none of that. I begin to see management fightin' me with

  everythin' they had. Hire antiunion law firms, badmouth unions. The people were makin $1.95 an hour,

  barely able to get through weekends...

  It makes you feel good to go into a plant and ... see Black people and White people join hands and defeat

  the racist issues [union-busters] use against people... I tell people there's a tremendous

  possibility in this country to stop wars, the battles, the struggles, the fights between people. People say:

  "That's an impossible dream. You sound like Martin Luther King." An ex-Klansman who sounds like Martin

  Luther King. I don't think it's an impossible dream. It's happened in my life. It's happened in other

  people's lives in America...

  When the news came over the radio that Martin Luther King was assassinated, I got on the telephone and

  begin to call other Klansmen... We just had a real party... Really rejoicin' 'cause the son of a bitch

  was dead. Our troubles are over with. They say the older you get, the harder it is for you to change.

  That's not necessarily true. Since I changed, I've set down and listened to tapes of Martin Luther King. I

  listen to it and tears come to my eyes 'cause I know what he's sayin' now. I know what's happenin'.

  Copyright © 1980 by Studs Terkel. Reprinted with permission from Studs Terkel, American Dreams: Lost

  and Found (New York: Pantheon Books, Random House, Inc., 1980). Cyrano receives no pecuniary benefit from this link to Amazon.com. It is provided as a convenience to our readers, and to help the sale of

  this title.

  
  

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