Miss Annie’s Gift

“I’m a giver,” said Annie.

Annie and I were talking about her life growing up in segregated Chapel Hill, moving on, and coming back.

Though this was the first time we’d met, I could discern a clear pattern in Annie’s life: she would earn or be given something, and then she would give virtually all of it away.

She grew up in Chapel Hill in the 1950s and 60s. Her parents moved here from rural Chatham county and bought a small house in central Northside:

603 is the house that we grew up in, 603. Three and a half rooms—bedroom, kitchen, and living room, half of a room my sister and I shared a bed together. And then we had an outdoor toilet when we grew up.  … We didn’t think about—at least I didn’t think about being poor.

I didn’t think about so much the racism that existed in Chapel Hill. I mean, we felt that we already had enough. There was Mr. Ben Baldwin that had a shop right up there. We had a movie theater that we went to. I mean, my mother was in charge of a base- and softball team.  She was like the street leader and any time somebody died or got sick she would go around and collect the money for them. So this was like a community. … And we had to walk to Northside [School]. We had to go across the little stream and, you know, had good days there. 

Like most everyone in the neighborhood, both parents worked for the university, her father as a janitor and her mother in the laundry. She recounted with obvious pride how eventually her father landed a position as President Bill Friday’s personal assistant.

“We just called him Friday’s boy,” says Annie and laughs.

Her father was, above all, a clever businessman, a “spendthrift,” as Annie calls him, who managed not only the family’s finances and property, but those of family members and neighbors. As Annie put it: “He just had the business acumen. It was just like a gift, I guess. God gave him a gift.”

 

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Annie (top right) and some of her classmates who also lived in the Northside and Pine Knoll neighborhoods and whose family names are familiar to generations of Northsiders.

 

Annie left Northside after graduation and attended Winston-Salem State, an all-black college in the Jim Crow South, where she felt very far away from home. As a woman, she was presented with two options there: teaching or nursing. She ruled out teaching, which left nursing, a choice that eventually led to a very successful career in education, research, and management. But none of this was obvious back then. As she tells it:

Annie: I finished college in 1961. So, I came back home, went to work at North Carolina Memorial Hospital. It wasn’t UNC hospital then. North Carolina Memorial Hospital.

        Me: Was it integrated?

Annie: No, I worked as a staff nurse on the six A, which was the unit for white folks. Black folks were on 4-B, (…) medicine. The hospital was segregated. We had to go in the basement to the cafeteria. 

She returned only briefly to Chapel Hill. She had met her future husband at Winston-Salem State and she moved with him to Baltimore where she worked a a nurse and raised her family.

She smiles and laughs when she recalls those years: “Oh, I loved Baltimore. I just loved Baltimore.”

She earned a master’s degree in nursing at the University of Maryland, raised her two kids and ten years later returned to the Triangle to teach at NCCU. Chapel Hill was now officially desegregated, but she chose to live in Durham instead since that was where she and her husband could afford a house. Chapel Hill had become too expensive and the old neighborhood as she remembered it was no more. “It was totally different. I didn’t know anybody.”

Annie and her family moved to Durham instead. Though she still had a very direct connection to Northside, since her parents were living at 221 N. Graham Street, not far from 601 Craig where they raised their daughters. Then Annie’s mother developed Alzheimer’s disease:

Every morning I came and every evening I came. And on Sundays, I would come and stay so he could go to church. So that– and he was in charge of the men’s chorus at the church down there. So for him to continue, I gave up going to church.

Annie missed going to church. So she enrolled in a bible college to keep a spiritual connection and “learn more about the word of God.” Her faith sustained her and clearly informs the decisions she makes in her life.

And it seems that everywhere she worked, she was able to touch people’s lives — as an inspiring teacher, a role model in her field, a pathbreaker in psychiatric research and a voice of dignity in workplaces often hostile towards African-Americans. She was always giving.

Once her father passed, Annie had to make a decision about the properties in Northside. Her childhood home sits right next to a property that originally was owned by her mother’s sister. Her father had eventually purchased this property, too. Annie and her sister, Barbara, decided to sell both– 601 and 603 Craig Street, under market value, to the EmPOWERment fund, which will now create affordable rental housing for people who have spent years on the streets.

Annie’s former childhood home is now a construction site. As I passed the house just a few days ago, two men stood in front of it, troubleshooting and venting. They had been hired to take down the big old tree right next to the house; their crane operator had come and gone after discovering that other workmen had blocked his access. It was going to cost them, and they were frustrated. I realized from the name on one of the men’s trucks that he was also someone with ties to the neighborhood. He told me he had been a friend of Annie’s sister and graduated from all-black Lincoln High in 1959, two years after Annie.

The conversation went something like this:

Me: Isn’t it great what Annie did by selling her property to EmPOWERment?

JF: You know, some people have said to me, She can get more for it. She could have rented it out to students. She don’t have to rent it so cheap. She could get a lot more. But, you know, it’s good.

Me: Yeah, two people who were homeless are going to move in.

JF: See, that’s good. It’s a good thing. But my buddy just said, why doesn’t she charge more? I mean, she should charge more.

That’s probably what a lot of people would say. After all, why not?

Annie talks a lot about her father’s larger than life personality. She calls him “an awesome, awesome man.” He spent so much of his life building a future for his family and worked tirelessly to leave something of value to Annie. And so, she says, he would just kill her if she knew she was giving it away. That makes so much sense. So much is owed to those who endured Jim Crow in Chapel Hill. Annie’s father did whatever he could to defy the tremendous injustices that kept blacks from owning any sort of property and enjoying the freedom and self-determination that comes with it. He wanted to pass this on to future generations.

It’s a great thing Annie’s doing. How many others with much more wealth would do the same? The wealthy accumulate wealth by understanding and not second-guessing the market. According to any investor, supply and demand are the arbiters of price, and underselling is like messing with the laws of nature.  And so most people would say that someone who sells or rents below market price is either a saint or a sucker.

And yet, that’s what local activists in Northside and Pine Knolls and Rogers Road feel they have to do before it’s too late. Community leaders are open to change. But they know that market forces will undermine those who seek to preserve and renew the spirit of cooperation and neighborliness they’ve known.

Annie is part of this larger struggle. Without her and other legacy sellers, the neighborhood would lose out. Something new would replace it that would be based on principles that have proven to be detrimental to diversity and lasting community connections. Neighbors would become residents, relationships would become more superficial, transient and impersonal. We know this because that’s what has happened in so many suburban and gentrified urban neighborhoods.

In this way, Annie is a revolutionary as well as a Mensch. Her story makes people stop and think about the way business is usually done. Far from resisting change, Annie challenges us to change the ways in which business is done for the sake of something more lasting, more worthwhile. It’s radical. But in a capitalist economy, real communities always have been. Annie’s contribution will insure that capitalist forces do not destroy an endangered, fragile community.

Annie’s father must be smiling down on Annie, proud of what she is passing on, proud of her generosity and kindness, proud that she is doing well and doing good. She is a legacy seller but she isn’t throwing away her father’s legacy. She is honoring the neighborhood he loved by sharing his legacy with others.

 

New Urbanism, Old Story

 As long as money wins, black people will lose.

                                                             Margaret Kimberley

 

Chapel Hill is changing face fast. In the last five years, the downtown skyline has transformed dramatically. Medium-rise luxury apartment buildings and hotels, shopping areas and high-end restaurants have replaced smaller, scruffier buildings and storefronts.

most livableAnd the town has garnered accolades like “most livable small cities in America.” Even the New York Times can tell you how best to spend “36 hours in Chapel Hill,” and, in October the travel section of the London daily, The Guardian, featured Chapel Hill as one of the top ten best small towns and cities in the US. The question of course is, “Best for whom?”

The savvy, sophisticated European traveller has money to spend and wants fancy digs, good food, microbrews, pumpkin spice non-fat lattes, and night life options– more like an upper class “theme park” (Kimberley) than a place where regular people are just going about their daily lives.

These trendy new businesses and dwellings are part of a larger trend some call the New Urbanism. Developers are marketing to young professionals who are no longer looking so much for a house in the suburbs but rather a loft or boutique apartment in upgraded downtown areas with specialty shops and a hip night life. Andrew Busch, writing about the last decade or so in Austin, Texas, comments on the “new interest in urban space, lifestyles, and consumption preferences,” and the developers and city managers eager to make profits from rents and property taxes.

While upscale development has been occurring on Franklin Street, which was always the student (white) part of town, developers recently have set their sights on Rosemary Street, a parallel street just one block north of Franklin. Under segregation, Rosemary Street was where Blacks owned businesses; it was the southern border of the Northside neighborhood, but customers also came from nearby Pine Knolls and Rogers Road. This area is now considered prime real estate for developers due to its direct proximity to the main business district.

 

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Franklin and Rosemary Streets, downtown Chapel Hill

The urbanization of Franklin Street includes plans for “livable” condos with green patches; a new performing arts center; and new residential/commercial complex.

I’ve been telling the stories of the residents and former residents of Chapel Hill’s low-wealth African-American communities who have witnessed and fought this trend. During segregation, minorities were told where they could establish neighborhoods. Through racial redlining, town leaders placed African-Americans in places that benefitted whites and the university, which benefitted from the close proximity of its labor force, at very little cost to taxpayers. Social services, including paved roads, sewer systems, and ambulance service, were virtually non-existent in these areas.

And now that capital interests have shifted, many of the old residents and their kids and grandkids are driven out by market forces that are distinctly racist. Too much black is bad for business. The existence of black people and a low-income, mom and pop infrastructure is now considered blight that is “bringing down the neighborhood” where whites want to live and play.

Busch nails it when he writes:

The most deleterious outcome of gentrification is its effect on existing social cohesion, which is much more important for vulnerable and historically segregated neighborhoods of color where residents have fewer relocation options and are more dependent on the neighborhood for social structure than are residents of middle class neighborhoods.   (Busch, Crossing Over)

He is spot-on when he observes that African-Americans who were cordoned off from the white community by written and unwritten codes had to rely on each other and organize themselves to provide each other basic services. Thus, they “tend to understand community in terms of place, especially in historically segregated locations.” When residents speak of growing up in the Northside neighborhood, they almost always say it felt like the only place they could really be safe and free. Jobs and schools were usually located outside. Otherwise, the neighborhood was a world unto itself.

Under segregation, an entire infrastructure was built in black-only neighborhoods: schools, businesses, recreation facilities. Often, these areas had no city services and had to provide for these services by organizing themselves. This meant that families had to develop tight social and economic networks and communities developed around a sense of place.

Some properties on Rosemary Street that have avoided gentrification include the old parsonage (now the Jackson Center for Saving and Making History), St. Joseph’s CME and Mama Dip’s restaurant. Mama Dip, her sister and children still live in the neighborhood.

As urban living became more trendy, developers quickly figured out that neighborhoods close to downtown would become desirable. In neighborhoods like Northside, they saw a “rent gap.” This housing was cheap and with some improvements and upgrades, could be rented at much higher rates, no longer affordable to low-income residents.

Rosemary in flux: a house on Rosemary listed by a realty company called, “Property Shark”; the new Mariot AC hotel that markets itself as a “new take on an old tradition” just steps away from the “bustle” of Franklin Street.

I’ve also begun to interview some of the white and better-off residents—not so much the students who are moving into developer-renovated apartments and duplexes, but single-family (and single-owner) homes that used to belong to African-Americans. One of these homeowners, whom I’ll call Leo, confirms Busch’s point. He told me, “I bought the house because it was what I could afford. I didn’t know much about the neighborhood. And I don’t really have any contacts in the neighborhood. My community is exclusively outside of Northside.”

Since I’ve begun talking to him about his life, we’ve come back to this point a few times. He now says that he plans to make more of an effort to develop better relationships with neighbors, though he still finds some of the interactions awkward. He says some of the differences in speech and habits are difficult to understand. It should be said that he is an octogenarian who retired here after living most of his life in the Northeast and that there are definite cultural differences.

Many Northsiders and Pine Knollers are seeing their friends and family members being displaced by others who can afford the rising prices. Chapel Hill has seen a heavy outmigration of African Americans. Members of these communities are much more vulnerable to rent hikes that can be sudden and steep. As businesses that served minority communities are replaced by businesses like boutiques, cafes and restaurants, residents no longer have convenient shopping options for basics. When I first moved to town ten years ago, there was still a Rose’s on Franklin that catered to a low-income clientele. But this has since been replaced by a luxury movie theater. The closest discount store is the Walmart in Durham. Families can no longer afford to live in what are now apartments designed for and marketed to singles or couples.

Grassroots organizations like CHALT (Chapel Hill Alliance for a Livable Town) address environmental issues but rarely mention low-income residents or affordable housing; the incumbent mayor was defeated in 2013 and replaced by a candidate supported by many who want to slow down development, including the building of new housing. On the surface, this sounds like a good thing. But it does not address the dwindling lack of affordable homes and shops for low-income people. Roses might not be pretty or locally-owned, but it was one of the places low income residents could afford. When demand for housing rises and residents want to keep things the way they are, low-income people are driven out.

It’s hard not to feel local pride when your town is consistently identified as one of the  most “livable” communities. And yet, I know this ignores the fact that it has become unlivable for the younger generation of Northsiders and other African-American and immigrant communities who called Chapel Hill home. In fact, the sort of development that makes it “livable” for hip young professionals requires that neighborhoods largely be purged of the businesses and housing that low-income residents need.

A few years ago, the mayor of Morgantown, West Virginia, returned to Chapel Hill where he’d been a student and, in an editorial, chastised then-mayor Mark Kleinschmidt for tolerating the “unkempt appearance” of the Franklin Street he used to frequent. He urged the town council to “apply their efforts to revitalize the cultural and commercial area on Franklin Street and beyond.” (“Mayors duke it out over downtowns, Morgantown News Herald, July 15, 2010) Neither he nor Kleinschmidt defended his efforts to improve downtown, mentioned the Northside neighbors or the idea of bringing in business and housing to support them. Implicit in his remarks is that the neighborhood and its infrastructure need to go, or at least be upgraded. Main Streets full of boutiques and expensive restaurants are more like theme parks for the well-to-do than livable spaces for everyone.

In a capitalist society, does it make sense to expect anything else? There is a growing movement of diverse people—activists, church leaders, community organizations, low-income people, concerned students—who are pushing back.

Making history in 1961 and in 2017.

A big part of claiming the places that are traditionally African-American is to constantly remind the town of its racist past. That’s what the Jackson Center is trying to do. And the history reflects the injustices of segregation, Jim Crow and racial violence as well as cultural resilience. So often when African-American neighborhoods are gentrified, a certain version of the historical heritage is celebrated. Although he was talking about Austin, Texas, Andrew Busch warns against “the problems of memorializing social domination.” He goes on: “As older residents and businesses leave, the segregationist past seems less relevant while the happy representations of … interracial community remain.”

It’s up to all of those who want racial and socio-economic diversity to talk about the history of segregation. If we’re not talking about race, we’re letting money run African-Americans, Latinos, Burmese, and other immigrant groups out of town. The past speaks and can guide all of us who want the moral universe to bend toward justice now.

 

 

Some great reads on the subject: 

Andrew Busch, “Crossing Over: Sustainability, New Urbanism, and Gentrification in Austin, Texas” Southern Spaces, August 19, 2015.(https://southernspaces.org/2015/crossing-over-sustainability-new-urbanism-and-gentrification-austin-texas)

Margaret Kimberley, “Gentrification and the Death of Black Communities,” Common Dreams, May 29, 2015. (https://www.commondreams.org/views/2015/05/29/gentrification-and-death-black-communities)

Promoting the General Welfare

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We the people, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution of the United States of America.   (From the Preamble)

The audience, sitting on folding chairs, packed tightly into the basement fellowship hall of St. Joseph’s CME church, listened intently to Miss Pat Jackson, a charismatic middle-aged woman, dressed in a fuchsia suit with a striking, perfectly tied, red silk scarf, as she told them about the Northside neighborhood and church she grew up in. As far as I could tell, many of the assembled– members of a UCC church just down the street from St. Joseph’s– were hearing about the history of the historically African-American neighborhood and church for the first time.

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Tiny Heroes

 

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“They will continue to build two story residences right across the street from you for students to live because, as the developer told me, it’s more economical to rent to students than to families.”   Kathy Atwater

It was a beautiful sunny fall afternoon in Northside and the tiny party was in full swing.  On the corner lot at Sykes and Craig, builders and sponsors were showcasing the brand new floor plans of what once was a three-bedroom family home, and will soon be two homes under one roof. These two tiny houses will give someone who otherwise would never be able to move to downtown Chapel Hill a tiny piece of some prime real estate. Rent is only a few hundred dollars a month per unit.

On this October day, contractors chatted with curious residents about tiny floor plans; fair housing activists served up barbecue on tiny buns; and kids ran around dipping tiny wands into tiny bubble dispensers, blowing tiny bubbles at each other: tiny props celebrating a very big deal.

Some would say the big deal is that the university and other community organizations with money to lend recognized the need to provide affordable housing to low income individuals and families who want to live in Chapel Hill.

Others might say it’s a big deal that local activists persisted over years in getting the university to pay attention to this need. Now they are able to offer resources, financial and other, to help low-income homeowners make property tax payments and repairs.

Without minimizing the role that so many played in the construction of two 350-square-foot houses just blocks from Franklin Street, none of it would have happened had not someone decided to give back rather than to do what most would have done—make a bit of money on the sale of a property.

The biggest deal of all are the heroes whose names very few know: the Northside home owners who sacrificed the fruits of their investment for the community of the future: Tasha and Theresa Edwards, who sold their quadraplex to the landbank way below market value so that they will remain permanently affordable; and Annie Hargett, who held on to her houses so they wouldn’t be lost to developers; and Paul Caldwell, who has refused developers’ offers since, as he puts it: “My home is a rock and I shall not be moved.” And there are more and will be more, following the way made straight by Tasha, Theresa, Annie, Paul and other heroes.

This handful of people wanted to make sure the house in which they grew up would not be sold to the highest bidder, but would continue to house people who otherwise could not afford to live in the neighborhood they love. Their generosity and kindness brings so much joy to so many families. Their act of love is spreading the love all over Northside and beyond.

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This moment and others like it in the last year or so are turning the tide of gentrification. As state senator Valerie Foushee put it: we’ve witnessed “a transformation from dreams to hope, from hope to promise and from promise to reality.” And the spirit of generosity will live on in Northside for generations to come.

(Photo courtesy of the Daily Tarheel)

 

Survival Camp for Kids

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R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

Miss Rose carefully wrote the upper case letters on the whiteboard and underlined it so that the marker squeaked. Then she turned and scanned the room, briefly making eye contact with the twenty-or-so older elementary and middle school kids, all black or brown, sitting sheepishly but attentively at the half-dozen plastic tables.

Something must have gone wrong at the morning summer camp session to warrant this talking-to. Miss Rose was not messing around. The room was dead quiet. She began by letting them know that respect meant you should do what a grown-up asks you to do, and you should give them attention and respond quickly to their requests. The kids were asked about a number of behaviors that seemed to clearly refer to some of their earlier misdeeds:

  • If you put your head on the desk when a grown-up is talking, is that respectful?
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Education without representation

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I was having tea with a teacher-friend, and we got to talking about teacher salaries in our district. The Republican governor and his Tea Party pals are often blamed by the many liberal voices in Chapel Hill for the decline in teacher pay. And yet if anyone had listened to teachers in Chapel Hill last year (and for the last few years) they would know that the district had a chance to do right by us and significantly raise the across-the-board supplement… and they didn’t.

We got raises (I should say, “They” since these raises did not apply to the many part-time teachers in the district) but not as much as teachers in the neighboring county did. Instead, our school district leaders opted to institute a program in which teachers compete against each other for raises which are only awarded to a small percentage of teachers each year. In a rare

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A Tale of Two Schools

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The phrase “neighborhood schools” has become a synonym for resegregation, a nice-sounding buzzword for reactionary education politics; and that’s too bad. Because when neighborhoods are really caring places rather than fearful gated communities, they provide a support structure for kids and for teachers.

I was recently talking with some folks at the Marian Cheek Jackson Center, a research and outreach center in the Northside neighborhood of Chapel Hill. Their goal is to keep the historical memory of the neighborhood alive by recording oral histories. The Center’s staff and volunteers also are very committed to preserving the sense of neighborhood that existed before the onslaught of gentrification and goes back generations.

The Center has collected stories of local residents and seeks to share Northside’s rich history with students at local schools and at UNC who otherwise, most likely, would not learn about their local history and thus not make connections between…

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Same old pie, warmed over

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Last week I saw the movie, The 13th. If somehow you don’t know how to make sense of the wave of police brutality against African-Americans or reports on the mass incarceration of Black men, this documentary is the one to see. lies

As a social studies teacher, I have become very aware of, as James Loewen put it, the “lies” history teachers tell.  And, by not always pointing out to my students that their history textbooks present a narrative of “our” history filled with skewed interpretations and omissions, I guess I’ve been lying too.

That said, it has become patently clear that the meta-narrative of American history found in our textbooks is a distortion of the historical record since it averts our gaze from the experiences of whole classes and groups of people and focuses instead on the actions of a few powerful people. The message that students usually hear is that…

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A Hollywood Ending

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When Donny “Hollywood” Riggsbee tells his story about growing up in Chapel Hill in the years leading up to and following segregation and the civil rights movement, his story takes some unexpected twists.

Like when he remembers his interactions with white college students. He recalls when he was a housekeeper in one of the student dormitories fondly, chuckling as he describes how they would drink beer together on Friday nights.

Or like when he describes his reaction to the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr., and someone warns him that there’ll be riots in Chapel Hill:

“That ain’t nothing to do with us.” I said. He said, “There’s gonna be a riot, there’s gonna be a riot.” I said, “Oh, man, please, come on now. We ain’t about all that,” I said. 

Or when he says that his most important mentor was Big John, the owner of Colonial Drug. The…

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The Power of a Story

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For anyone who doubts the impact one person’s story can have, for anyone who thinks history is only about the past, I say, you should have been at Lakewood Middle in Durham yesterday.

The students had been learning about social movements and today were learning about the value of oral histories from our group from the Jackson Center in neighboring Chapel Hill, an organization dedicated to preserving the history of the historically-black Northside neighborhood whose residents had been at the center of the local civil rights protests and sit-ins.

After listening to a presentation about oral history and interviewing techniques, their assignment was to come up with questions to ask one of the four visitors we call “mentors.” I had the privilege of introducting one of those mentors, Miss Gwen. Miss Gwen, a retired teacher in the Chapel Hill schools, took a seat in front of twenty-five middle schoolers, who…

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