Portside Date: February 25, 2016

Author: Bob Zellner

Date of source: February 21, 2016

Portside

Sad that Atticus didn't learn the lesson he taught to Scout.

When I read To Kill a Mocking Bird in the early sixties, I could tell the author was a southerner by Harper Lee's  description of the cordite smell of green pecan hulls and the indelible green stain they leave when crushed by young bare feet.

A great Alabamian has died.  When I first read Harper Lee's novel, To Kill a Mocking Bird, it reminded me of getting my first BB gun.  Daddy sternly admonished me never to aim at anything I did not intend to kill. Especially, he warned, do not kill a mocking bird. Walking outside with my birthday gun in the spring of 1945 I saw a mocking bird perched in the top of a bush way over there in the back yard.  Thinking I could not possibly hit a swaying bird with my very first shot, I aimed and pulled the trigger.  To my absolute horror the bird slowly toppled to the ground and lay perfectly still.  Not even considering a cover up, I rushed over and cupped the warm carcass in my hand, walked back in the house and showed it to Daddy, knowing he was going to tear me up as only a Southern Methodist Preacher could whip a willful six-year old.

Teacher, pastor and father in one package the Rev. James Abraham Zellner taught me a good lesson that day. Maybe a God lesson?  I'm not going to whip you today Bobby, he said, because you have just proved what I told you.  You'll remember this your whole life, never kill a mocking bird.

Harper Lee's classic novel was one of hope, young hope.  Her last, Go Set a Watchman, a sad acknowledgment of the incredible power of racial hate in my home state of Alabama, reveals that Atticus turns out to be a Kluxer!  An example of how America, especially the American South, has yet to confront, admit, and rectify the original sin of legal racialism enshrined in our founding documents - three fifths of a person.

When Barack Obama won in 2008 only 11 percent of Alabama white voters could bring themselves to pull the lever enabling a black man and his family to move into the White House.  So maybe it's fitting that Atticus Finch - a huge hero in the early sixties for mounting a tepid and legally flawed defense of a black man in a southern court, turns out to be a stone racist.

No wonder the South, as revealed by the Presidential campaign, is still the most reliable area for racial extremism.  Are we indelibly stained by green pecan shells and the rank odor of racism or will poor and working class southern whites finally scrub out that damned spot? We must stop voting against our own economic interests.  Rich white people, one per centers, may indeed profit from racism but poor and working class Southerners never have and never will.  We have, along with black people, been grievously wounded by our racist practices.  I believe that Harper Lee, and all the progressive folks who surrounded and sustained her, agree with me that sisterhood and brotherhood is not so wild a dream as those who profit by postponing it pretend.

Bob Zellner, SNCC/NAACP

Wilson, NC