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From the Lunch Counter to the Tobacco Warehouse
Lessons of Blood Done Sign My Name
Author, historian, and professor of Christianity and southern culture at Duke University, Timothy B. Tyson cannot escape from a definitive life changing moment he experienced as a ten-year-old growing up in Granville County, North Carolina. There he was witness to a turning point in the racially charged southern small town of Oxford. Like many such southern communities in the period immediately following the civil rights movement of the mid-to-late 1960s, Oxford residents were grappling with what the future of race would look like in their hometown.
The racially motivated murder of Henry Marrow, a black serviceman returning from Vietnam, and subsequent acquittal of the white businessman and his sons accused of the crime in 1972 led Tyson to write a paper in 1982 as a freshman history major in college. This paper became the basis for scholarly research and his Master’s thesis while in graduate school at Duke University. His manuscript went on to become a National Book Critics Circle Award Finalist and national best seller, Blood Done Sign My Name (Three Rivers Press).
As a certified Yankee from Minneapolis, my southern history is not all that it should be. I’m embarrassingly ignorant of much knowledge of the civil rights era and how it was experienced south of the Mason-Dixon Line. I sat spellbound earlier this month, listening to a spirited discussion following a local showing of Steve Crump’s fine documentary Lessons From The Lunch Counter at Charlotte’s Main Library as part of their recognition of Black History Month.
The documentary chronicled the legendary Greensboro, NC sit ins and the accompanying civil disobedience and economic boycotts by Black Americans of White establishments. The film was engaging though it was the discussion that followed that I found truly fascinating. Several members in the audience had attended North Carolina A & T State University and sat in protest, spelling the original four at the infamous Woolworth Lunch counter that now sits at the Smithsonian.
Youthful members of the audience had the opportunity to engage directly with the elder Black leaders of “the movement” and react in wonder at just how far things had come in only one generation. One elder states-person admonished those in the audience to “never forget” and use lessons and documentation from the period to continually bring the message home for subsequent generations.
Enter the new film based upon Tyson’s book, Blood Done Sign My Name. Independent filmmaker Jeb Stuart has made Tyson’s book into a thoughtful, revealing portrayal that may leave southerners from that generation questioning similar events from their own not-so-distant past and younger people, personally unfamiliar with these pages of American history, wondering if things were really “that bad.”
The film opened in a limited national release and is not likely to generate Oscar buzz or duel with Avatar for box office supremacy. It features a workman-like cast with few big Hollywood names save Rick Schroder, best known perhaps as the child star from Kramer vs. Kramer.
Faithful to the book, the film depicts Tyson, the son of a Methodist minister, as a child and his up close and personal perspective on the courageous acts of his pro-integration father. The events witnessed, divided their Oxford, NC church and forced neighbors and townspeople to choose sides and confront head-on the consequences of discrimination, bigotry and hate.
Those familiar with Tyson’s book will undoubtedly be disappointed as a two-hour film can in no way explore these issues with the depth and historical narrative and context that Tyson’s book provides. Setting that issue aside, the film is remarkably true to Tyson’s telling and follows two parallel and eventually intersecting stories of Tyson’s Methodist minister father, Vernon, and Ben Chavis, a black teacher who would go on to become the executive director of the N.A.A.C.P.
There are no gloss-overs, no shying away from the ugliness of the behavior of the period or any overt allegorical preaching to the film. The facts are presented with historical accuracy, which was the hallmark of Tyson’s book. The story is compelling enough without any embellishment and the film takes extra pains to be true to Tyson’s research and published records of the trial and events surrounding the case.
This film is not destined for a long run and you may have to seek it out as it is also not likely to gain a wide distribution. See it for the teaching moments, this is a film you should see with your children. Better yet read the book with them. You won’t be disappointed.
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Right on. Constructive.
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This is very informative and I will look for the movie. Just the title peeks my curiosity.
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Race continues to remain a central focus in the wake of the Civil Rights Act of 1964.
As the 21st century will witness a new return to racial tensions (based upon economic tensions and further declines of the dying and dead economic system), individuals need to remember that yes, in this country racism was that ‘bad’ as many individuals upheld generational levels of racism that many in some portions of the South (Black and White..) still cling to like an upset child to their tears….
Racism will always remain in the workings and in the works. This should always be remembered, and this should always be understood instead of taking a type of ‘well, that’s over and done with and over our shoulders..’ viewpointing.
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I was born in 1950 in Atlanta. I saw racial hatred first hand. I was rasised by a liberal father. I remember a PTA meeting at our house when I was 8 or 9 and someone asked my father if he really thought the schools would be intergrated. He answered “yes I think it will happen and sooner than you think. I thought he had started a riot. Everyone was yelling and cussing. Not only was it bad it is still bad. Maybe not as openly and obvious as it once was, but it is still alive.
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George I don’t know what part of Atlanta you are from but in 1962 I was a senior at Murphy high school just off Memorial Dr. on Clifton St. This was the first year Atlanta schools were intergrated and there were only 2 brave black young ladies that attended Murphy that year. At that time Murphy was one of the larger high schools in Atlanta student number wise. The only problems we had was from outsiders that we or the Atlanta police ran off. The school eventually change names and is now closed. That is one era of my pass that I was proud to be part of and that graduation class still keeps in touch to this day. Oh yeah- Our PTA meetings were held at the school.
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I’d been thinking about posting on this movie but never got around to it. Glad you did. It might interest y’all to know that Tim Tyson used to be a waiter at Manuel’s.
The movie is playing at Southlake Pavilion, the Regal and North DeKalb. Tim is hoping there’s enough interest to get it a national release.
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Also, you might want to check out http://blogs.wsj.com/speakeasy/2010/02/18/blood-done-sign-my-name-author-timothy-b-tyson-on-hollywoods-version-of-history-essay/
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I am pleased to discover “Like the Dew,” by way of Michael Solender’s thoughtful review of Jeb Stuart’s “Blood Done Sign My Name.” Janet is right–I used to be a waiter at Manuel’s (from about 1983 until 1987)–the only undergraduate at Emory who ever worked there in those days. I learned more at Manuel’s than at Emory, truth be told. But onward. I appreciate what this review sees that many others do not: that the film is an important commentary on and expression of Southern culture and history. How many films earn that? From “Birth of a Nation” to “Gone with the Wind” to “Mississippi Burning” and “Ghosts of Mississippi,” and surely y’all know how long this list could be, the South has served as a screen onto which the nation has projected its own fears, longings, desires, and illusions about itself. Often the South is mere backdrop. It points backward to a past that never was. Jeb Stuart’s “Blood Done Sign My Name” is a landmark in Hollywood’s long and important relationship to Southern culture. True, its cast is mostly not famous–though Nate Parker (Ben Chavis) is going to be a genuine star, and would be already if he weren’t so intent on making significant, serious films, and Atlanta’s own Afemo Omilami (Golden Frinks) does an incredible job and will get a lot of work from this role. But what happened on that movie set was magical in itself, and this reality shows in the final product. You can read my Wall Street Journal essay that Janet kindly posted above if you want to know what the book’s author thinks about the movie. But I just wanted to thank Michael Solender for actually seeing the movie for what it is. By the way, I won’t name names, but the agents for several huge, bankable Hollywood leading men, all of them white actors, offered their clients for the role of Vernon Tyson–if Jeb Stuart would just rewrite the part of Vernon Tyson a little and make him the Great White Hero who saves the day. This is the Hollywood tradition, of course. (“Miss Jean Louise, stand up. Your father’s passin.’”) Jeb Stuart is a great screenwriter and director with a lot of integrity, and I appreciate that. That’s a big part of what made this movie matter.
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This is fascinating article, Mike. These stories / films always break my heart especially when it’s real life. I will be sure to check both out. How neat to have the author show up here as well.
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[...] this week I wrote a review/oped piece for Like The Dew where I looked at Timothy B. Tyson’s book, turned movie, Blood Done Sign My Name. The story [...]
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Did you hear what Obama said about this?
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