John Lewis, library cards, and my confession

John Lewis, library cards, and my confession

As I mourn with the country over the death of John Lewis and my thanksgiving for his life, my thoughts keep returning to…to library cards. In Walking With the Wind and in numerous interviews, Lewis told of being denied a library card when he was sixteen because the library was “not for coloreds.” Of the many horrendous acts of racism against him, this single event seemed to stand out as one of such emotional pain that he often returned to the story.

In the summer of 1964 my husband, a seminary student participating in an interracial ministry internship, was assigned to First Baptist Church of Raleigh, NC. The black First Baptist Church, located on the opposite side of the state capitol square from the white First Baptist Church. Having grown up in the South and attended white-only segregated schools, I could count on one hand the number of real conversations I’d previously had with a black person. 

We were warmly welcomed by this large congregation, many of its members educators and leaders in Raleigh’s black community. We lived in the “colored” part of town and were the only white faces at Sunday morning worship. One of my husband’s responsibilities was working with the youth. We went bowling with the group on Saturdays and met in different homes. Most of the kids planned to attend nearby Shaw University, the second HCBU in the Southeast. One teen, Johnny, had an amazing baritone voice and hoped to study music. 

To the topic of library cards. I was a reader. I applied for a card at the Raleigh Public Library. I knew it was the white library. That’s what to this day makes me feel so guilty: I knew. But I wanted to read.

John Lewis’s story is a harsh reminder of my choice. The youth we learned to know and love that summer had high aspirations, intellect, and talent, but they only had access to Raleigh’s “colored” library, with its sparse collection. What other resources were denied these boys and girls, many of them with Lewis’s potential?

They probably have grandchildren by now. Yes, there are laws that make public places like libraries available to all, but fifty-plus years later racism still thwarts the aspirations of black youth. Meanwhile, my white-woman privileges, if unexamined, allow that obstruction to continue. An abundant supply of books, movies, and TV shows makes that scrutiny possible. But taking advantage of the offerings requires motivation and sometimes a willingness to leave my zone of comfort.

In 1964 I knew that because I was white I had access to rows and rows of shelves filled with the latest and best of published works, historical documents, and daily newspapers. I knew that church members, many of them better educated and more intelligent than I, dare not even enter that building. Yet I weekly checked out books.

 John Lewis was denied a library card. He has died, but he inspires us all, black and white, to continue his work for justice.

8 thoughts on “John Lewis, library cards, and my confession

  1. Thanks Nancy, It truly is painful to hear of the pain John bore, and I too am challenged by past inaction and comfortable ignorance. I am thrilled that my kids are outraged by the treatment of Blacks. My daughter, who had been happy to say “I don’t know what’s the truth; One side says one thing and the other side another…….I’m not voting because I don’t like either candidate”…….etc.” tell me that she has come to “hate Trump”…..I have written an article entitled “Worth Hating”…not about hating Trump, but about hating injustice (with conclusions clearly pointing to this time in History). Helps me get it out.


  2. Thank you so much for Blessed Memories shared. He was an amazing man of change and it remains ur responsibility to keep that change rolling forward.

  3. THANKS, NANCY. I want to share this. I worked as a 16 yr old page in a Memphis library. It never occurred to me that there weren’t black patrons. Although there were white & colored water fountains in the nearby mall.

    • How oblivious we were. I rode a city bus home from school each afternoon. While other 14-year-olds and I sat, there had to have been black women and men who had spent the day doing hard physical work standing in back.

  4. This brought tears to my eyes, Nancy. I’m so glad I was in your book club when we read “Walking With the Wind, everyone in America, heck the world, should read it. Surprised it hasn’t been mentioned in articles about him this week.

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