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RootSpring 2016
History of a POW camp in Southern Oregon
Creative resistance duringthe Vancouver Olympics
A reluctant landlord’s
nightmare
A Cowlitz son’s weightof remembering
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editor
Kathleen Holt
a rt di r ector
Jen Wick
a s sis ta n t edit or s
Eloise Holland
Ben Waterhouse
copy editor
Allison Dubinsky
communications/
publications intern
Julia Withers
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Just People Like Us
by g u y ma y na rdIn 1940s Southern Oregon,
prisoners of war were more
welcome than US milita ry of
color.
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A Tremendous Force of Will
A conversation about the
Great Migration between
fourth-generation Oregonian
Rukaiyah Adams and Pulitzer
Prize–winning writer Isabel
Wilkerson.
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Housekeeping
by mery l wi l l i a ms
In the face of loss, cleaning
hotel rooms and a lifelong
friendship offer solace.
Departments
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Editor’s Note
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Field Work
Veterans reading and discu ssion
group ✢ Vote, Talk, Lead ✢
Talking about Dy ing facilitator
Bob Daley ✢ OH News ✢ OH
Public Program Grants ✢ Grants
for Responsive Programs ✢
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From the Director
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PostsReaders write about “Root”
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Read. Talk. Think.
Violation: Collected Essays
by Sallie Tisdale ✢ Bunch
of Animals by Henry Hughes ✢ Every Anxious Waveby Mo
Daviau ✢ From the Heart: The
Photographs of Brian Lanker ✢
Saving Alex: When I Was Fifteen
I Told My Mormon Parents I
Was Gay, and That’s When My
Nightmare Began by Alex Cooperand Joanna Brooks ✢ Between
You and Me by Scott Nadelson
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Croppings
Sediments, Sequences, and
Solitude, a traveling exhibit
of works from Playa artists
residency, in Bend and
Portland
3 Spring 2016
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Not Built for Ghosts
by helen patti hill A woman faces consequences
after leaving a beloved home
in the hands of others.
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Stolen Land and Borrowed
Dollars
by jules boykoff
Creative resistance bloomed
in the lead up to the
Vancouver Olympics.
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Between Ribbon and Rootby c h ri st i ne du p res
Hope and a history of tragedy
live in a Cowlitz woman’s son.
P H O T O B Y D E B S T O N E R , O R E G O N N A T I V E R O O T S
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This issue’s cover, ECO #10 , is a tree
fragment and light box sculpture by Rafael
Villares. The piece was created as part of
Intersecciones , an exhibition featuring six
young Cuban artists that ran earlier this year
at Lewis & Clark College’s Ronna and Eric
Hoffman Gallery in Portland. Dan Kvitka took
the photo for our cover.
If you’re an artist and have work that we
might consider for the Summer 2016 issue,
on the theme “Edge,” we’d love to know
about it. Please familiarize yourself with our
publication (back issues viewable online at
oregonhumanities.org), then send us the
following by June 20, 2016:
• A high-resolution digital image (300 dpi at
8” x 10”; scans or photographs, JPEG or
TIFF)
• Your name, the title of the work, the type
of media, as well as contact information
(email and phone number)
• Description of the relationship of the image
to the theme
Please consider the constraints of a
magazine cover (e.g., vertical orientation,
nameplate, and cover lines). We are most
interested in works by Oregon-based artists.
Submissions can be sent to
[email protected] or by post
to Oregon Humanities magazine,
921 SW Washington St., Suite 150,
Portland, OR 97205.
The Gift of a Known World
W HEN I WAS A CHI LD, MY FAMI LY MOVED A LOT. FOR
a few months after my parents divorced, we lived in the
basement of my grandmother’s house. For a few days between
homes, we lived in a cabana at the hotel where my sister worked
as a maid. For a few years, we lived in a cement-floored duplex
in a low-income housing project while my mother finished her
nursing degree. I think of my childhood as bookended by two
houses—the first was on a quiet cul-de-sac in Kaneohe where we lived for several years when my parents were still married,
the second was a drafty place near the ocean that my mother
bought with the help of her brother but was only able to hold on
to for a few years.
It’s tempting to gild those times and say that, though we
couldn’t always be sure where we’d live next, my mom and sis-
ters and I were together and togetherness was all we needed to
thrive. But we didn’t thrive; we struggled for the reasons many
people struggle: not enough money and not enough opportunity,
which meant a lack of stability and security, and an overwhelm-
ing sense of dread about what challenge we’d have to face next.
Being pushed and pulled from place to place because of circum-stance became both the result and source of the instability and
anxiety that defined my youth.
When I see how my children are beginning to venture inde-
pendently throughout the neighborhood where they’ve spent
nearly their whole lives, mastering the routes from school to
store to friends’ houses, they always return with some relief to
our unremarkable yellow house on our little plot of land on our
dense urban street—the center of their known world, solid and
substantive, destined to be larger than life when they look back
on it as adults.
That’s when I wonder about the power to root oneself to
places, to resist being pushed and pulled, to choose whether to
stay or go—for minutes or years, to travel six blocks to school
and back, or six thousand miles to the unknown and back.
That power seems invaluable in shaping our identities and our
futures, in developing our sense of belonging somewhere, any-
where, in this vast and inscrutable world.
This year at Oregon Humanities, many of our programs will
be exploring the intricate connections between place, belonging,and power. You’ll see it in the conversations we’re convening
across the state through our This Place program. You’ll see it in
the words and ideas of our Think & Drink guests. You’ll see it in
the pages of this magazine. In this issue, we explore these con-
nections through a history of a small town in Southern Oregon,
the protests of the Olympic Games in Vancouver, a conversation
about the Great Migration, a story of a woman who sees in her
troubled son both the tragic history of her community and its
hopeful future.
On Beach Drive, the last place I lived with my family, when
feeling sulky, I was able to walk to the jagged coastline and get
lost in the pounding of waves against rock and gaze across thePacific Ocean, wondering what the rest of my life would be like.
What I imagined then at the end of the long tether of childhood
was both terrify ing and exhilarating. Maybe I was only able
to push into those imaginary places because home—that slim
sliver of a house on that weed-covered dry parcel of land—was
just a few blocks away.
kathleen holt, Editor
Editor’s Note
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HUMA NITIES ACROSS OREGON
Field Work
Sean Davis leads a group of veterans
and community members in a
monthly meeting to read, write, andtalk about the experience of war.
War StoriesVeterans and civilians explore the experience
of war.
S A L LY K . L E H M A N , A W R I T E R W HOgrew up in Eastern Oregon and moved toPortland as a teenager, first became involved
with A merican Legion Post 134 on Northeast
Alberta Street in Portland through the literary
readings hosted there. Over the years, she says,
the post has become a home to her and others
in the community.
On the first Tuesday of the month, Lehman
joins veterans and nonveterans alike for WarStories, a six-month reading, writing, and
discussion group presented in partnership
between Post 134 and Oregon Humanities,
which has also partnered with the Portland VA
Medical Center and Salem Vet Center for simi-
lar programs.
As one of the nonvetera n part icipants ,
Lehman insists on the importance of including
civilians in discussions about war. “We need
to give combat veterans more understanding,”
she says. “We need to take the time to listen.”
Post Commander Sean Davis, a Purple
Heart Iraq War veteran who leads the group,
agrees. “If we really want to have veterans
transition back into civilian life, then that
conversation has to happen or else veteransare just going to be talk ing to each other all the
time.”
T I M L
A B A R G E
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Claire Barrera and a group of Latino
millennials discuss poetry and
politics during a recent Vote, Talk,
Lead workshop.
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Since coming home from war, Davis—who
wrote about his experience in his memoir The
Wax Bullet War —has devoted his energy to
making life better for fellow veterans.
“When you go to war you push everything
else down. The only thing that can exist is the
manly man who wants to shoot guns and lead
men in combat, and all the artist stuff is just
going to slow you down,” he says. “When youget hurt, you can’t be that guy anymore. You
lose your whole sense of identity. But it was
the art that saved me. It pulled me out of that
self-destructive rut. I’ve a lways helped other
veterans write about their experience because
it helped me out, and I want to help them.”
Accord ing to statist ics, help is needed. A
recent study that looked at Oregon’s population
between 2008 and 2012 found that veterans
accounted for 23 percent of the state’s suicides
but only about 8 percent of the entire popula-
tion. Nationally, veterans are more likely to beunemployed and homeless than the general
population. Black veterans, who make up 11
percent of the total veteran population, repre-
sent 39 percent of the total homeless veteran
population.
At Post 134, help looks like many things—a
writing exercise, a community food bank, and
friendships that transcend the isolation that
combat veterans experience. “It’s a matter of
having a conversation,” Lehman says. “We sit
in a circle. We look at each other. We have a con-
versation. We listen.”
ELOISE HOLLAN D
Vote, Talk, Lead Promoting Oregon’s next generation of Latino
leaders
A CCORDING TO A 2011 PEW RESEA RCH
Center survey, Latinos are one of the most
politically underrepresented groups in Oregon:
12 percent of Oregonians are Latino, yet only2 percent of the state’s elected officials in the
Senate and House of Representatives identify
as Latino. Roberto Franco, director of the
Latino Partnership Program at the Oregon
Community Foundation, aims to change that.
Franco created Vote, Talk, Lead, a four-
part workshop series, to open more pathways
to political engagement among young Latinos
in their late teens to their early thirties. Since
October 2015, the series has hosted workshops
in the Willamette Valley and Southern Ore-
gon; it will conclude in May 2016. Forty-five
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F R A N K M I L L E R
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THINK & DRINK 2016
Oregon Humanities’ 2016 Think &
Drink series featuring Pulitzer Prize
winners and finalists continues on July
20 in Portland and July 21 in Astoria
with journalist and historian Isabel
Wilkerson, author of The Warmth of
Other Suns: The Epic Story of America’s
Great Migration. Later this year,
investigative journalist Katherine Boo,
author of Behind the Beautiful Forev-
ers: Life, Death, and Hope in a Mumbai
Undercity, will be the Think and Drink
guest on October 19 in Portland. More
information about these events is avail-
able at oregonhumanities.org.
CONVERS ATION PROJECT
Oregon Humanities will present fifty-sixprograms in thirty-nine communi-
ties around the state this spring. This
season’s programs address topics such as
the ethics of our food choices, surveil-
lance in America, and the future of racial
diversity in Oregon. Visit our calendar at
oregonhumanities.org to find a discus-
sion near you. Want to host a conversa-
tion in your community? Through May
31, 2016, nonprofits and community
groups may apply to host conversations
to be held in July and August 2016.
THAN K YOU, NEH
Oregon Humanities has been awarded a
$125,000 gra nt by the National Endow-
ment for the Humanities to support
“This Place,” a series of statewide
programs that will explore the ideas of
place, belonging, and power. The grant
is funded under a new NEH initiative,The Common Good: The Humanities in
the Public Square, which seeks to bring
humanities into the public square and
foster innovative ways to make scholar-
ship relevant to contemporary life. Pro-
grams will take place between August
and November 2016.
PLAYA FELLOWSHIP
In March 2016, Oregon Humanities
awarded the first Barry Lopez Fellowship
at Playa to Portland writer Walidah Imar-
isha. The fellowship is awarded annually
to a writer with strong interest in issues of
justice and equity in Oregon whose work
resonates in spirit with that of writer
Barry Lopez. Imarisha, educator, writer,
organizer, and spoken word artist whose
work explores topics of race, power, jus-
tice, and mass incarceration, will receive
a four-week residency at Playa, a non-profit retreat for creative individuals on
Summer Lake in south central Oregon.
Oregon Humanities News
millennials have attended the past three
sessions. Vote, Tal k, Lead is an import ant
opportunity, Franco says, for Latinos who are
“looking for ways to be involved and to have a
space to have a conversation about their role
in politics.”
Oregon Humanities provides nonpartisan
facilitation for discussions during the Vote,
Talk, Lead workshops, which cover topics
such as public policy, civic health, advocacy,
and public office campaign strategy. In the
last workshop, Oregon Humanities discussion
leader Claire Barrera used literature to spark
conversation about how leaders can be advo-
cates for others. Poetry might seem like anunusual choice for a politically minded group,
but Barrera explains that it actually makes
the conversations work better: “With facili-
tation and a positive community, any person
can engage with a piece of art or literature
and contribute something valuable to those
conversations.”
Barrera also asked questions about how
participants could represent Latino citizens
in public policy. What issues are especially
important to Oregon’s Latino communities?
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Having been a part of this community for more than 100 years, we’ve
learned just how important it is to be involved. Whether it’s planting a tree,
reading to a child or proudly supporting Oregon Humanities, we’re working
to strengthen our community.
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What factors are needed to create change?
What is needed for a law to be considered suc-
cessful? Barrera encouraged participants to
think about how policies affect them in their
own lives and challenged them to consider the
motivations behind the policies that we make.
Vote, Talk, Lead works to spark a political
consciousness and a desire to get involved in
politics among millennial Latinos. Franco
says that it’s only a matter of time before young
Latinos become leaders in their communities.
“If we can create a space for them to be impor-
tant, to network, to learn, and to share,” he says,
“we will have educated leaders.”
JULIA WITHERS
Significant Conversations A hospice coordinator inds his niche talking
about dificult topics.
S IX Y E ARS AG O , B O B DAL E Y WAS F IN -ishing up a master’s degree in teaching andlooking forward to a career working with fifth
graders. Instead, he ended up working with
people at a very different point in life. As a hospice transitions and caregiver sup-
port coordinator in Corvallis, Daley does a lot
of one-on-one work with people and their fami-
lies, but one of the things that drew him to the
job was the opportunity to facilitate peer sup-
port groups for caregivers.
Over the years, he’s found that he has a
knack for helping people talk about topics that
often remain unvoiced in our culture, such as
mental illness and dying. “I provide the struc-
ture without guiding the conversation,” he says.
“I make it okay to share.”
This talent led him to become a facilitator
for Talking about Dying, a statewide partner-
ship between Oregon Humanities and Cambia
Health Foundation that brought thirt y-eight
conversations about death and dying to com-
munities across the state last year.
Despite the fact t hat Daley has been facili-
tating groups of different kinds for more than
a decade, he was surprised at how deep, broad,
and meaningful the ninety-minute conver-
sations were. “These were significant con-
versations,” he says. “I saw how they planted
the seeds of a cultural change that needs to
happen.”Now Daley thinks about facilitation, in its
many forms, all the time. “Anywhere people
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Talking about Dying facilitator Bob Daley
“These were significant
conversations. I saw how
they planted the seeds of
a cultural change that
needs to happen.”
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2016 PublicProgram Grants
This February, the Oregon
Humanities board of direc-tors awarded $70,000
in grants to eighteen
nonprofit organizations
from around the state.
These grants will support
programs that get people
together to think and talk
about challenging issues
and ideas. To learn more
abut the organizations
listed below (sorted alpha-
betically by city) and their
grant-funded projects, visit
oregonhumanities.org.
Chautauqua Poets and
Writers/Friends of the
Ashland Public Library
(Ashland); $6,000
Pacific Wild Horse Club
(Burns); $6,996
Wallowa Land Trust (Enter-
prise); $5,000
Eugene/Springfield NAACP
(Eugene); $3,750Asian Pacific American
Network of Oregon
(Portland); $3,000
Living Stages Theater
(Portland); $4,000
Media Project (Portland);
$3,000
MediaRites Productions
(Portland); $3,650
Miracle Theatre Group
(Portland); $2,625
NAACP Portland Chapter
1120B (Portland); $3,000
Oregon Nikkei Endowment
(Portland); $3,600
Sisters of the Road (Port-
land); $7,600
Vanport Mosaic (Portland);
$6,579
YWCA of Greater Portland
(Portland); $5,000
Umpqua Valley Arts Asso-
ciation/Douglas County
Museum Foundation
(Roseburg); $4,700
Oregon Black Pioneers
(Salem); $1,500
gather and spend time together,” he says, “I
think: How is the experience facilitated? Is
the type of facilitation serving the group? Is
the facilitation aligned with the hoped-for
outcome?”
This awareness, he believes, is part of what
has allowed him to become better at leading
reflective conversations and why he appreci-
ates being part of a community of facilitators
who meet regularly at Oregon Humanities to
discuss their experiences. “Facilitation is like
music. Musicians play into their eighties if
they’re able to. It’s because there’s always theopportunity for evolution. No one stops learn-
ing how to be a good group facilitator.”
ELOISE HOLLAN D
Funding Opportunities forResponsive Programming
B E G I N N I N G I N A P R I L 2 0 1 6 , O R E G O NHumanities is offering small grants tosupport public programming by Oregon non-
profit organizations in response to timelyissues or events.
“We want these Responsive Program Grants
to be a quick, accessible way for people to get
their communities talking about what matters
to them,” says Adam Davis, executive director
of Oregon Humanities.
Grants up to $1,000 will be awarded on a
rolling basis to complement Oregon Humani-
ties’ annual grant program (see box, left).
Grants will be awarded within four weeks of a
submitted proposal. Proposals will be accepted
for in-person or online programming taking
place before the end of Oregon Humanities’ fis-
cal year, October 31, 2016. Awards will be made
until funding runs out.“We are in a privileged position at Oregon
Humanities to be able to fund public work
about important issues, and it is our responsi-
bility to respond with comparable nimbleness
and flexibility to local and national events,”
says program officer Annie Kaffen. “There is a
need and desire for people to come together to
think and talk together about the world around
us. We want not only to work quickly but also to
make it easy for others to work quickly.”
To learn more about Oregon Humanities’
Responsive Program Grants and submit a pro-posal, visit oregonhumanities.org.
BEN WATERHOUSE
In March, Governor Kate Brown named
Elizabeth Woody of Warm Springs and Portland
to a two-year appointment as Oregon Poet
Laureate. Woody, author of the collections
Hand into Stone, Luminaries of the Humble ,
and Seven Hands, Seven Hearts , will succeed
Peter Sears, who has held the post since 2014,
at the end of April. The Oregon Poet Laureate
fosters the art of poetry, encourages literacy and
learning, addresses central issues relating to
humanities and heritage, and reflects on public
life in Oregon. Oregon Humanities administers
the Poet Laureate program on behalf of the
Oregon Cultural Trust. For more information,
visit oregonhumanities.org.
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AF E W M O N THS AG O A G RO U P O F PE O PL E C AM E TO
Harney County to address what they perceived to be gross
injustice. They had concerns about land ownership, the proper
scope of federal government, and the elevation of some ways of
life over others. Unfortunately, whatever legitimate questions
they hoped to raise were overshadowed by the weapons they
wore a nd t he threats they posed. And they were, as we hea rd
throughout the standoff, not from there. They were outsiders.
While t his loaded episode was playing out in eastern Ore-
gon, OH’s Humanity in Perspective class in Portland was read-
ing Martin Luther King Jr.’s 1963 “Letter from Birmingham
Jail.” King begins the letter by defending himself against the
anticipated objection that he is a n outsider in Birmingham. He
says that he was invited in, that he has organizational ties there.
But he also says, more boldly and provocatively, that he “cannotsit idly by in Atlanta and not be concerned about what happens
in Birmingham.”
“Never again,” he continues, “can we afford to live with the
narrow, provincial ‘outside agitator’ idea. Anyone who lives
inside the United States can never be considered an outsider.”
The core of King’s argument is that no matter where we come
from or whom we are perceived to represent, we are all entitled
and perhaps even required to speak out when we see injustice. In
writing “We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality,
tied in a single garment of destiny,” King seems to be saying that
our commitments matter more than our origins and affiliations.
It’s tempting to compare these two instances and to wonder
if, in principle, it doesn’t matter that King came from Atlanta
rather than Birmingham, or that the Bundy brothers came from
Nevada rather than Eastern Oregon. Criticize the Bundy broth-ers’ efforts for a number of reasons, but, King’s argument seems
to suggest, don’t condemn them for being outsiders speaking up
on behalf of others—even others to whom they do not immedi-
ately belong.
But it would be difficult and perhaps misguided to ignore the
circumstances surrounding these instances—the burgeoning
civil rights movement in the South, the increase of anti-govern-
ment unrest in rural communities. These circumstances and
our own feelings about them affect how we hear the arg uments
that emerge. And the perceived identities and affinities of the
speakers affect us, too: that King was an African American man
in a dark suit, that A mmon Bundy is a white man in quilted flan-nel and a cowboy hat.
Set alongside each other, King’s “Letter” and the Malheur
occupation raise the complicated question of how much the
identity of a speaker should affect how we respond to the argu-
ment they are making. How much—when it comes specifically
to representation—does our “single garment of destiny” tie us
together? Is it really the case, as King seems to suggest, that any-
one—of any race, gender, or location—can speak for anyone else?
Speaking just for myself (which is how many of us—for lots
of good reasons—have been taught to speak), I often find it dif-
ficult to separate the force of an arg ument I am hearing from my
perception of the person delivering the argument—who they are
and who I imagine they “belong to.” The very same argument
that feels just right coming from one person might feel presump-
tuous, offensive, or dismissive from another.
It is simply the case that, for me, King’s argument about there
being no more outsiders in the United States is strengthened
by his making the argument from jail and by his having been
treated, over and over again, as an outsider.
It probably makes sense to look hard at anyone who claims to
speak for others, to think carefully about how we come to hear
their voices and about what we’re responding to in what they say.
And it certainly makes sense to take seriously and to treat withcare all those who have to struggle simply to speak for them-
selves and be heard.
Outsiders A DA M DAV IS
K I M N
G U Y E N
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In 1940s Southern Oregon,
prisoners of war were more
welcome than US military of color.
O N FEBRUARY 2, 1911, THE ME DF OR D M A IL TR IB U NE reported that all but 173 of Jackson County’s 25,756 people were white, listing the others as “56 negroes, 5 Indians, 84 Chi-
nese, and 28 Japanese.” Noting that this demography reflected
that of the state as a whole, the story concluded, “Hence Ore-
gon leads the states and is politically, as well as racially, a white
man’s country.”
That regional racial identity was reinforced in the years lead-
ing up to World War II. The Ku Klux Klan was active in Jackson
County, and Medford, Ashland, and Grants Pass were widely
known as “sundown towns,” communities where unofficial poli-
cies and even signs on telephone poles made it clear that non-
whites, especia lly African A mericans, should be out of town
before sunset or face dire consequences. Mentions of African
Americans (often called “coloreds”) in the Medford newspapers
in the 1920s and ’30s usually referenced entertainers, shoe shin-
ers, chauffeurs, porters, poker sharks, and dice players—peopleon the margins of the community.
In 1940, when city leaders were lobbying for a military
training camp to be built in the area, only five black people lived
in Medford. Not everyone in the community supported bring-
ing such a massive facility to the area, especially the orchard-
ists and ranchers who occupied the land where the camp was
to be built and would be forced to sell their land. According to
George Kramer’s definitive history, Camp White: City in the
Agate Deser t , some suspected those opposing the camp of ini-
tiating rumors that “the proposed camp would be occupied by
Negroes” to boost opposition. A spokesman for camp propo-
nents dismissed those rumors as a joke but still felt the need to
officially deny them.
The camp proponents won out. Camp White sprawled across
seventy-seven square miles of scrub desert, orchards, and pas-
turelands north of Medford, from the shadow of Table Rock
almost to Shady Cove. Named after General George A. White, a
commander in the Oregon National Guard who died two weeks
before the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, the camp trainedsoldiers of the Ninety-First and Ninety-Sixth Army Infan-
try Divisions. At its center was a cluster of more than 1,300
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buildings. In the early 1940s, it was the second largest “city” in
Oregon, with a peak population of almost forty thousand. At the
time, Medford’s population was about eleven thousand, and only
about thirty-six thousand people lived in all of Jackson County.
In urging the army to locate the camp—referred to as a “can-
tonment” in those days—near their city, local leaders hoped it
would help the area recover from the Depression and
spur future growth. It did.
African A mericans were among the soldiers who
came to Camp White, though the exact number is
hard to find. At the end of July 1942, before the camp
was officially dedicated and soldiers were just begin-
ning to fill the barracks, the Medford News reported a
total of 208 black soldiers at Camp White, members of
a “housekeeping detachment” transferred from Fort Lewis in
Washington. Even that number caused problems in the commu-
nity. That News story was headlined “Colored Soldier Entertain-ment Is Knotty Problem,” and said, “Most Medford soft drink
places, beer parlors, and restaurants have refused to serve the
negro soldiers.”
“There was quite a group of colored fellas,” recalled Ann
Corum in Common Land , a history of Jackson County published
by the Southern Oregon Historical Society (SOHS). “It was
really quite a thing to see so many blacks because Medford was
known as the town where the sun didn’t set on blacks.”
Both military officials and community members
tried to address this problem. A separate—segregated—
recreation hall was established for African Americans,
and the United Service Organization developed a list
of establishments that would serve them. General
Charles H. Gerhardt, the commander of the army’s
Ninety-First Infantry Division, the first troops to be
trained at Camp White, issued an ultimatum to Med-
ford merchants stating that if they did not serve black troops, he
would declare the entire city off-limits to all his troops.
Alf red and Helen Carpenter, a prominent local family, heldentertainment and swimming parties for African American
soldiers at their country home, the Medford News reported,
German POW
George R.
Sorg, with
painting at
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and “[n]umerous groups of townspeople helped with the
entertainment.”
“There were lots of blacks that were stationed at Camp White
and they were welcome at our house,” says Virginia Westerfield,
a Medford resident and teacher, in an oral history recorded for
SOHS. “My neighbor next door was from Alabama and she said
she had no objections against blacks, but she couldn’t be seen
with one.”
The Camp White Museum—located in the Veterans Affairs
Domiciliary in what used to be the camp’s hospital, the lastremaining facility from the camp—has no record of how many
black soldiers served at the camp and not one testimonial from
any black soldiers about their experiences at the camp. In a
footnote in his history of the camp, George Kramer notes that
in about half the interviews he conducted, former soldiers sta-
tioned at the camp were surprised to hear that any black soldiers
had served at Camp White. In all the interviews he did, no one
remembered even one African American soldier’s name. It was
like they were never there.
And little changed in Medford. In 1946, the Southernaires, an
African American singing group, had to plead with their audience,
which had just given a rousing response to its performance, for a
place to stay. Private accommodations were arranged. Even as
late as 1963, the statewide branch of the National Association for
the Advancement of Colored People sought assurances from the
Medford City Council that blacks were indeed welcome in the city.
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to be trained at Camp White, left in April 1944, some of the
vacated space was filled by German soldiers who had been cap-
tured in North Africa. Camp White was one of at least three POW
camps in Oregon (the others were in Benton and Umatilla Coun-
ties). According to Kramer, the prisoners’ quarters were “spar-tan but comfortable.” Two rows of barbed wire and sentry posts
with specially trained military police surrounded the converted
barracks. Locals had concerns about security, especially when
prisoners went off-base for work details, but authorities reas-
sured them that POWs would be clearly identified by their cloth-
ing and would always work under “adequate military guard.”
The Germans, whose numbers would grow to almost two
thousand, were definitely prisoners. They were subjected to a
controversial secret reeducation program to make them more
open to American values in the hope that they would spread
those values when they returned home to postwar Germany.
A few tried to escape but were quickly recaptured. Guard dogs
patrolled between the rows of barbed wire. But according to
John Fahey, who led the reeducation effort at Camp White, “the
Germans cut holes in the inner wire and made pets” of these
ferocious beasts.
Some of the POWs came to find life at the camp somewhat
enjoyable, according to Kramer. Prisoners augmented the diet
of typical army food by baking “fresh hot bread and other good-ies” that even some of their American captors enjoyed. A group
of Germans tended a twenty-five-acre vegetable garden in fertile
soil on the banks of the Rogue River. They published a weekly
journal called Heimat (“Homeland”).
POWs also worked in local orchards and farms. The Rogue
Valley had experienced severe labor shortages since the out-
break of the war because so many young men had gone off to
fight. When Camp White was a training facility, American sol-
diers helped bring in the harvests. When they left, the POWs
become the next source of labor, picking pears, peaches, and
tomatoes in Jackson County, hops in Grants Pass, and later,
potatoes, onions, and cotton around Klamath Falls and inNorthern California.
Many of the prisoners welcomed the work. It was like “a vaca-
tion from the war,” one former POW told Kramer. And members
of the local community began to accept and even build friend-
ships with the captured enemy soldiers. Local churches and ser-
vice organizations donated musical instruments and sporting
equipment for the prisoners and supplies for building a crèche
in the POW compound during Advent of 1944. The prisoners
put on an art show for Christmas, showing approximately four
hundred paintings and pencil sketches. Invitations were sent
out to the general public. When Ashland historian Joe Peterson
gave talks about the Camp White POWs in 2015 for SOHS, a half
dozen or so people brought paintings by prisoners that had been
kept by their families for seventy years.
The last POWs left Camp White in May 1946, shipped back
to Europe via Seattle and New York. A fter the war, according
to Kramer, many Rogue Valley residents maintained contact
with former POWs. At least three former prisoners eventu-
ally returned to live in the United States, including one, Heinz
Bertram, who returned to Medford and opened an upholstery
store—in a building that had been moved from Camp White.
In the early 1990s, Kramer had the opportunity to interv iew
three of the former POWs who’d come back to America. Ger-hard Wagner settled in California; when asked to summarize
his experience at Camp White, he said, “ We had a lot of fun.”
In all theinterviews
[Kramer] did, noone rememberedeven one AfricanAmerican soldier’sname. It was likethey were never
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In a 2015 interview for an Oregon Public Broadcasting story
about the POW camp, ninety-year-old Zee Minear talked about
working with the G ermans on her family orchard, which had
hundreds of acres of pear trees. She said the Germans were hard
workers and her family became close enough to them that they
cried together when the POWs told stories of the hardships of
the war on themselves and their families. They grew so comfort-
able that the American soldiers guarding the Germans didn’t
even load their guns.
“I always say,” Minear explains, “they were just people like us.”
O N J U N E 1 , 1 94 2, AS C O N S TRU C TIO N AT C AM P WHITE
was nearing completion and soldiers were beginning to arrive,
thirty-eight people of Japanese ancestry from Jackson County—
thirteen families from Medford and one from Eagle Point—
boarded buses with the belongings they were able to carry, to
be transported under military guard to a detention center inTulelake, California. Twenty were native-born American citi-
zens; eighteen were “aliens.”
Though their numbers were small, Japanese people had
a long history in Jackson County. Unlike the marginalized
and ostracized A frican A mericans, they seemed to have been
accepted to some extent by the community.
In a 1994 letter to SOHS, Judy Takahira tells of the issei (first-
generation Japanese Americans) who came to the Medford area
in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, calling
them “our pioneers.” Her mother and father, whose work on
the railroad brought him to Medford, opened a restaurant, the
Jewel Cafe, in the early 1900s. Takahira tells of other Japanesefamilies—the Kamikawas, Fujimotos, Nakagiris, and Saitos—
opening laundries, boardinghouses, and other restaurants and
working in local hotels. During the Depression, Takahira writes,
her father “never turned a hungry person away—if they could not
pay he would … say—when you have it … you can pay.”
Virg inia Westerfield, i n her oral history, says of the early
1940s, “I went to school with some Japanese kids and they were
very A merican.” She tells of a neighbor, Nata lie Parker, in her
early teens, whose best friend was Japanese. “They were the
cutest couple. Natalie was red-haired and pale and this gal was
typical Japanese, and they were almost inseparable.”
On December 8, 1941, the day after the Japanese attacked
Pearl Harbor—“a shock and traumatic event,” Takahira w rites—
a Mail Tribune story was headlined, “Local Japanese Stunned
by War; Pledge Support.” Kazu R. Maruyama, the twenty-three-
year-old son of the recently deceased “leader of the [Japanese]
colony,” was waiting in line when the US army recruiting station
opened that morning, the story reported. His colleagues from
his work at American Fruit Growers sent a message of congratu-
lations and a pledge of complete support.
Two days later, the Mail Tribune urged all citizens to be
calm. “The hot-headed, so-called 120% patriot, who directly
or indirectly urges any sort of illegal punitive actions, againstany law-abiding citizens in this community, whether his skin be
white, red, yellow or black, represents a very real danger to this
community and to any effective defense effort.”
But the US government decided that it could not distinguish
Japanese aliens from American-born Japanese and ordered
112,000 civilians of Japanese ancestry living in Western states
to report for evacuation to detention centers. The government
incarcerated relatively few people with blood connections to
Germany (about 11,000) or Italy (less than 2,000), the other
enemies of the United States in World War II, and almost a ll of
these individuals were foreign-born.
Natalie’s best friend was among those evacuated. “It was
such a tragedy when their family was shipped off, too,” West-
erfield says. “It was just kind of senseless, but I suppose … there
may have been Japanese that were, you know, underground, so
everybody had to suffer.”
Judy Takahira was also on those buses. “There were no ‘hate’
incidents, on the contrary most of our neighbors and friends
were very supportive,” she writes. “I remember at the time ofevacuation, some of them coming up and telling me they wished
we didn’t have to go. Also that year, as a history project, I copied
the whole Constitution by hand. To this day some of my class-
mates remember that.”
Takahira, Natalie’s friend, and the other thirty-six Japanese
residents from Jackson County, including families of young men
who had joined the US army, were sent to the Tule Lake Relo-
cation Center, a label considered euphemistic by more recent
historians. The Mail Tribune’s story about the evacuation did
not mention any of the names or report any reactions from
the evacuees. It did say, “Friends were present to witness their
departure,” but like the African American soldiers at Camp White, Japanese Americans had lost their identity and their
voice—because they “looked like our enemy,” in the words of
Congressman Mark Takano in a speech to Congress last year.
In Tule Lake Revisited: A Brief History and Guide to the Tule
Lake Concentration Camp Site, authors Barbara Takei and Judy
Tachibana say the camp prisoners did their best to be self-
sufficient, improving their barracks, organizing school and
church activities, and carrying on customs around events like
weddings and births and deaths.
“But underneath the superficial appearances of normal-
ity,” they write, “inmates struggled with anger, despair, fear
and anxiety. Camp life was monotonous, rife with exasperating
and petty discomforts. There was drinking and gambling and
prostitution and occasional physical altercations when tempers
flared. A former inmate, Toko Fujii, recalled the desperation and
anger in seeing people ‘fight like dogs over the … scrap lumber
that lay scattered in piles by the authorities. I couldn’t believe
it, that we were reduced to fighting amongst ourselves for lousy
pieces of wood.’”
The despair within the camp at Tu lelake was also apparent
to other observers. Toward the end of the war, German POWs
from Camp White were bused to Northern Ca lifornia to work
in the potato and onion harvests. Many of them were droppedoff at the farms without guards, ate lunch with their employ-
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to their relatively comfortable quarters at a former Civilian
Conservation Corps Camp not far from the “austere black-tar-
paper barracks that imprisoned Japanese civilians,” according
to John Fahey, the reeducation leader from Camp White who
accompanied the POWs.
“Several of t he former POWs I interv iewed thought it was
another POW camp when they drove by [the Tule Lake Concen-
tration Camp],” says George Kramer in a recent interview. “They
were stunned when they found out that those guys behind those
bars were American citizens.”
“C AM P WHIT E HU RL E D TH E RO G U E VAL L E Y IN TO TH E
modern era,” Kramer writes in his history of the camp. After
the war, most of its buildings were sold off and cleared away, and
the infrastructure the camp left behind served as the under-
pinnings for an industrial development that came to be known
as White City, whose motto is “Proud Past, Promising Future.” White City helped drive postwar industrial g rowth, powering
an economic boom for Medford and Jackson County. Medford’s
population grew by more than 50 percent between 1940 and
1950. A new energy and optimism flourished. But despite all the
change and turbulence and unmista kable progress, the racial
character of the region hadn’t changed. Today, 92.6 percent of
Jackson County residents identify as white, and only 0.8 percent
identify as African American.
“None of the black people who the war brought to the Rogue
Valley stayed. They all left and never came back,” Kramer says.
“Medford could slip back into its prewar comfort zone.”
Judy Takahira, who had been sent to Tule Lake and later to acamp in Topaz, Utah, returned to Medford after the war to fin-
ish high school with the class of 1946. She was the only Japanese
American in the school that year. She describes those who were
incarcerated with her as “model American citizens even though
they were denied the legal right until after World War II.” Even-
tually she moved to Southern California.
The stark contrast between the treatment of enemy soldiers
who were white and European and the treatment of American
citizens who were black or Japanese—who were “friends, neigh-
bors, colleagues, partners, patients, customers, students, teach-
ers,” as Lawson Inada says in his poem “Legends from Camp,”
but who were nevertheless called “coloreds” or “Japs”—is ines-
capable. The World War II experience around Jackson County
and the coincidentally appropriate naming of the community
that grew from the remnants of Camp White make easy targets.
But similar stories played out and continue in other parts of
Oregon and across the United States.
The State of Black Oregon 2015 , a publication of the Urban
League of Portland, includes the story of Julie Grey, a self-
described “little, small black woman,” who runs a construc-
tion company in Jacksonville, about five miles west of Medford.
She says her company has succeeded despite “a good old boys
atmosphere” in the local business community, but it’s difficultfor most black-owned businesses. Local initiatives to support
minority- and women-owned businesses may have lofty goals,
she says, but there is no political mandate to meet them. She
came under attack from white supremacists when she and other
concerned citizens stood up to them at a local rally. She says that
was an isolated incident and most of the community is support-
ive and friendly. Still, she is considering moving to someplace
like Portland with a larger black community. “Interactions with
other blacks is something you can’t replace,” Grey says.
Like Grey’s neighbors who stood up with her against the
white supremacists, people in Jack son County in t he days of
Camp White—people like the Carters and Virginia Wester-
field—demonstrated acts of courageous kindness in the face of
community-wide racism and government persecution. Even the
openness of the community toward the German POWs showed
the sort of kindness that we proudly claim as part of the charac-
ter of Oregon. Kindness is a profoundly powerful virtue.
But that kindness didn’t give an identity to the black soldiers
at Camp White or protect Japanese citizens from being impris-oned. Kindness alone didn’t build the kind of community that
felt welcoming to people who were not just like the white major-
ity, a place they might want to call home.
“Acknowledging that legacy and finding ways to bring it into
the daylight and into open conversation is an important first
step,” says Alex Budd, an organizer in the Rogue Valley office
of Oregon Action, an intercultural movement for justice. “That
doesn’t fix the problem. But it’s a bit of a prerequisite for more
fundamental changes that need to happen.”
We know what happens to those who don’t learn from his-
tory. In November 2015, Donald Trump, the leading candi-
date for the 2016 Republican presidential nomination, ca lledfor the creation of a national database of Muslim Americans.
Senator Ted Cruz, Trump’s chief rival, recently called for law
enforcement to “patrol and secure Muslim neighborhoods.”
Now, Budd says, Southern Oregon’s small Muslim community
“seems to be pretty wary of being put in the spotlight or hav-
ing any unnecessary attention drawn to themselves for fear of
threats and intimidation from the community.” In the face of
these dangers, Oregonians of goodwill must go beyond personal
kindness, beyond awareness and learning, and actively fight the
racist legacies in the state’s history. No one should be the quiet
friend who stands by and watches as people are excluded by a
fearful community or a demagogue who’s decided that “they”
are not sufficiently like “us.”
Guy Maynard is a Eugene writer who first visited Medford
in the early ’70s with fellow members of a Southern Oregon
commune to indulge in the 99-cent buffet at Cubby’s
restaurant. He is the former editor of Oregon Quarterly and
serves on the Oregon Humanities editorial advisory board.
Thanks to Fair Housing Council of Oregon for sharing this
story with Oregon Humanities.
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Warmth of Other Suns tells the stories of a few of the nearlysix million African A mericans who, between 1915 and 1970, fled
the South for northern and western cities in search of a better
life. This spring, she spoke by phone with Rukaiyah Adams,
a fourth-generation Oregonian whose family was part of this
decades-long exodus known as the Great Migration. The two
discussed the staggering scale of the Great Migration and its role
in the civil rights movement. The following is an excerpt from
their conversation.
ADAMS: The fascinating thing about your book and your sto-
rytelling is that it involves places. I wonder, in thinking about
rootedness and the ambitions of the great migrators, how im-
portant was place? What parts of their communities that they
left did they replicate when they moved to Chicago or Cleveland
or Los Angeles?
WILKERSON : To uproot a tree takes a tremendous amount of
energy—force usually, hurricanes or strong winds and thun-
derstorms, is required to uproot a tree. So you think about what
it’s like for them to uproot themselves from the only place that
they’d ever known to someplace far away that they’d never
known, taking a huge leap of faith into the unknown and just
hoping that they and their family and their children would betreated better.
So for African Americans at the time the Great Migration
A conversa tionwith P ulitzerPrize–winningwriter Is abelWilkerson
A Tremendous
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began, 90 percent were living in the South, and
by the time it was over, nearly half were living
out in the rest of the country. That means that to
uproot themselves from the only place that they
had been—the primary, the ancestral homeland
for African Americans in this country for as long
as African Americans had been on this soil—
took a tremendous force of will. And I think
that that’s one of the reasons why I wanted to do
this book: to remind people of the fortitude and
the will that it took to just uproot themselves.
I’m fascinated by and so enamored of the term
you’re using: root. So that’s part of it.
Once they finally got out and then estab-
lished themselves in these places, they hada tremendous sense of hopefulness, even
though they didn’t know how well they would
be received, and their expectations were mod-
est. This was their one chance at having the
American dream in their lifetime. And so they
... were more forgiving of these new places than
their children and grandchildren ultimately
would become. Because they were using their
agency—they were making the decision for
themselves as to where they were going to be,
for [the] first time in the country’s history,
they were making the decision on their own as
to where they would live out their lives. That
didn’t mean that they didn’t experience tre-
mendous disappointment. They found that
they were all corralled—really, quarantined—
into overcrowded spaces that became highly
segregated upon arrival. But at least they had
made the decision for themselves. I wanted to
just get to the rootedness of the people who
were part of migration themselves.
Then, when they got to these new places, they sought to
replicate those aspects of the culture that they were able torecreate for themselves. So they sought out the food that they
recalled from home that was basically their cuisine. Some of
them would plant collard greens; some of them even had chick-
ens in the backyard if they had a yard. They made the cornbread
and looked for the ham hocks and the kinds of things that they
had recalled from home. And that was one way to establish new
roots in the place where they had relocated.
They also would search out like-minded people, and it was
not difficult to do, actually, because there were so many people
who were migrating that they could settle into colonies, you
might say, of people as a way of survival. And as I have relived
this in working on this book, I have come to recognize that it wasthe strength of those ties and connections that allowed them to
persevere in the way that they did. There were state clubs in
ADAMS: Now I know afterreading her journal that
her ambitions were a form
of protest that took years
to be realized.
Rukaiyah Adams
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most of these receiving stations, the cities of the North. So in
Chicago, there were Mississippi clubs and Arkansas clubs, and
in New York, as big as New York City is, there was the South Car-olina club and churches where everybody was from some par-
ticular part of North Carolina. So they found ways to replicate
that, to create and plant new groups in this new place that they
had chosen for themselves.
ADAMS: I’m a descendant of the migrators. … My great-grand-
mother, when she left Louisiana, moved our family farther
north than California. So your story in the book tells the story
of the migration west to California, but
there’s a whole other group of folks who
moved north beyond California from Lou-
isiana. But you mentioned something that was really interesting about the migrators
exercising agency. That’s such an interest-
ing topic. I’ve seen a few posts that have
been reposted of yours on Facebook about
the great migrators basically seeking asy-
lum—that they were escaping the violence
of the Jim Crow South.
But my great-grandmother, when she
got older, shared her Bible with me. She
carried it around her whole life, and I al-
ways thought that it was kind of sanctimo-
nious, her way of expressing her Christian
faith. It turns out when she was young she
didn’t have a journal, so over the course of
her life she just wrote on top of the pages
in her Bible with a pen.
WILKERSON : Oh, that’s so beautiful.
ADAMS: My heart was just full in reading
it. And she treated it like a journal. And
so in the journal entries around the time
that my family left Shreveport en route toOregon—she was really one of the lead-
ers of the group to make the decision to
come to Portland—one of the things she
said on the page was she just hoped that
what she’s doing would enable somebody
in her family to have fresh air, to feel safe,
to have a good education and meaningful
work. Those were the four things that she
imagined would happen in the future.
My family left the South right as the
traditional view of civil rights was just
starting to pick up. And I’ve always wres-
tled with my identity as someone who
WILKERSON: Every migration
is a referendum on the placethat people are leaving. There’s
something seriously wrong
that would force people to
uproot themselves.
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grew up in the North and didn’t understand
why they would leave. Now that I have the ben-
efit of hindsight, we know how important that
time in the American South was, but I thought,
“Why would she ever leave the South knowing
that her people were gearing up for one of the
most important collective protests in human
history?” And now I know after reading her
journal that her ambitions were a form of pro-
test that took years to be realized.
WILKERSON: Absolutely. Absolutely. Everymigration is a referendum on the place that
[people are] leaving. There’s something wrong.
There’s something seriously wrong that would
force people to uproot themselves. ... In some
ways they were uprooting the entire family
tree, because sometimes with whole families
there’d be one person—such as your great-
grandmother—who would get it started, who
would set out first, almost like there were
many Harriet Tubmans of the Great Migration
who would go and try to bring back everybody.
So you go to some of these small towns in theSouth, and there’s hardly anyone from a par-
ticular family there anymore. It was a complete
uprooting of entire family trees for some people.
We look at the civil rights movement as a singular momentin time that some people will date, say, to the time of Emmett
Till and the Montgomery bus boycott and Rosa Parks, segueing
into Brown v. Board of Education and the Little Rock Nine and
Martin Luther King—that era from the mid-1950s until the late
1960s, a ten- or twelve-year period of time that we might iden-
tify as the civil rights movement. But actually, when you think
about the long arm of history, you realize that there have been
protests all along. There have been people protesting from the
time of enslavement. There are people who have been seeking
to escape at great risk to themselves and their families. Obvi-
ously the penalties, the punishment, for trying to escape if you
were an enslaved person were barbaric and hard to even imag-
ine that another human being would do this to another human
being. We have been exposed to the barbarity of the punish-
ment against enslaved people when they sought to be free. That
is also a part of the civil rights movement, you might say. And,
of course, Plessy v. Ferguson, in which a man in Louisiana—your
family’s originating state—boarded a train in order to integrate,
to challenge the growing move toward segregation through-
out the South after Reconstruction. That was part of the civil
rights movement, too. There had been civil rights legislation in
the 1860s, not just the 1960s. The first … was after the Civil War
had ended and it was clear that the Republicans—interestinglyenough, it was the Republicans—who felt that there was a need
to codify and to formalize the rights of the newly freed people.
And so the idea of civil rights and the civil rights movement
is a very, very long story. And I think that history, or the way
that we have commercialized history, has done a disservice to
the long-running human rights struggle that African Americans
have been in the midst of and in the forefront of from the time
of enslavement. We tend to be a country with short memories.
So if you think about the history of African Americans in
this country, 246 years of enslavement—246 years of enslave-
ment—followed by nearly 100 years of the Jim Crow caste sys-
tem, which was the follow-up—the mutation, you might say, of
what enslavement had been, there was this very short window
of time—of Reconstruction after the end of the Civil War—the
time of so-called “freedom” was so short that African Americans
had been hurled back to the kind of Jim Crow caste system I’m
describing. And it was at that point when [for] African Ameri-
cans the question that they—and a vast, vast majority of them
were essentially being held hostage in the South—had to figure
out was, “What are we going to do? What are we going to do?” So
what did they decide to do? Sometimes the one thing you can do
is to protest with your body. These people were protesting with
the only thing that they had, which was their body. ...
The Great Migration was a seminal, significant, integral part
of this freedom movement, and it took everything to make it
ADAMS: This protestdidn’t end with herfeet and her arrival inOregon. What is the
role that I play in thisconversation?
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happen. And I don’t know that the civil rights movement as we
know it would have happened; it would have happened eventual-ly, but we cannot say that it would have happened when it did had
there been no Great Migration—had there been no advance guard
to in some ways put so much pressure on the rest of the country
to pay attention to protests that had been going on all along.
ADAMS: The other thing I’m wrestling with now is being the de-
scendent of those people who were so brave in facing such un-
certainty and uprooting. I’m in the generation that my great-
grandmother envisioned a life for. I’ve had more equal access to
education, I have clean air, I have meaningful work. So in the
long arc of what is seeking the freedom of our people, I keep re-
turning to her experience and her notes in her Bible, thinkingthis protest didn’t end with her feet and her arrival in Oregon.
What is the role that I play in this conversation? I watch what’s
happening in Flint and Ferguson and Baltimore. And there’s
protest in the streets, and at this point I think that the next wave
of power is in owning and having the authority to set the agen-
da and to direct resources instead of petitioning morals or the
law. That’s something I’m wrestling with, that the protest didn’t
end with their arrival. That each one of us, in living out a fully,
joyfully, powerfully black life, is the continuation of the state-
Rukaiyah Adams is chief investment officer of Meyer
Memorial Trust. Isabel Wilkerson is a professor of
journalism and director of narrative nonction at Boston
University. Wilkerson will be Oregon Humanities’ Think &
Drink guest in July 2016 in Portland and Astoria. For more
information, visit oregonhumanities.org.
WILKERSON: They wereable to make it a betterplace for their childrenand grandchildren, onlyto see the country flipback in the current erathat we’re in.
ment that she was making. That I actually need
to live the life that she imagined would be sogreat, and it turns out it’s better than she imag-
ined. My great joy that I’m the recipient of that
amazing risk that she took—it stuns me.
WILKERSON: We all owe a great debt to those
brave people who took that leap of faith into
the unknown. Not only you as a direct benefi-
ciary, but the country owes a debt to them be-
cause they suffered so much under the brutal
regime of Jim Crow. They—without the help
of outsiders, without depending upon anyone
else—took the step on their own to exercise theirown agency. They went into often unexpectedly
hostile environments. They were often misun-
derstood, they were often dismissed and faced
rejection in these places that they had so much
hope in, and still they persevered and hoped
that life might be better—if not for themselves,
then for their children and grandchildren and
further down the line. Despite the odds, they
were able to make it a better place for their chil-
dren and grandchildren to the degree that they
could, only to see the country flip back in the
current era that we’re in. So it’s a very complex
interweaving of forces that leads us to where we
happen to be right now.
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T HE S U M M E R AF TE R M Y F RE S HM AN Y E AR O F C O L -lege, I got a job as a hotel maid in a neighboring town insoutheastern Ohio. I learned early on that the preferred indus-
try term is “housekeeper,” and I also learned that while house-
keepers make minimum wage, they sometimes get tips. I saved
up all of my tips that summer and used them to buy an iPod. It
was 2005, and I was tired of listening to library books on cas-
sette tape while I cleaned rooms.
Af ter that summer, I told ever yone who would listen that
they should always tip their housekeeper, because cleaning
is backbreaking work. I didn’t go back to housekeeping again
until 2007, the summer before my final semester of college. It
was only two years later, but almost everything was different.
Instead of starting my college career, I was nearing the end of it.
I was about to graduate without a plan, and my mom was dying.
There were some silver linings: the second hotel I worked at
was a tier above the first, so I made better tips. It also served a
better hot continental breakfast that we got to eat for free, after
the guests had had their fill. But by far, the best part was that I
got to spend the summer working with my best friend.
B RITTAN Y AN D I HAD B E E N F RIE N DS S IN C E WE WE REsix, when we met in the first grade. She knew all of my secrets but
never lorded them over me. The summer we worked together, we
were both twenty and going to school. On my recommendation,
she got hired as a housekeeper shortly after I did. Our manager
liked us and even let us team up.
On a slow day, each housekeeper would be given eight to ten
rooms to clean; together, Brittany and I would clean sixteen to
twenty. We usually took turns doing bedrooms and bathrooms,
alternating room by room. Stripping beds where strangers have
slept is almost as gross as scrubbing a toilet, so no one wants to
get stuck doing either for long. We split the tips in each room,
which were usual ly between $1 and $5, if anything at all. Only
about half of the g uests tipped, and I’ve since realized a lot of
people are unaware that housekeepers get tips.
The other housekeepers were baffled by the fact that we
wanted to work together. “Don’t you ever wonder if she’s pick-
ing up tips you’re not seeing?” they sometimes asked one or the
other of us.
We never did wonder. You don’t go through high school clean-
ing up each other’s puke at parties you weren’t supposed to be at
without bonding for life.
BRITT KEP T ME FROM THINKING TOO MUCH ABOUT M Y MOM.
At fif ty-three, she was diag nosed with a mal igna nt braintumor. The diagnosis came in February. When I started at the
hotel that summer, we still thought it was possible that she
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might get better. By the time I quit, she was a lmost gone.
Brittany got me through the summer, and, in some ways,
so did that job. It was the first work environment I genu-
inely enjoyed. I liked our boss and I got along with everyone
I worked with.
I had a swollen shoulder at some point, probably from all the
heavy lifting we did. I spent weeks inside my own head, convinc-
ing myself it was cancer. I finally blurted it out to Brittany in a
blind panic. “I think I have back cancer,” I said. She didn’t laugh,
but she did calmly tell me she was pretty sure back cancer wasn’t
a real thing.
W E L IK E D HO US E K EE PI NG . IT US UA L LY WA SN ’ T H A R D
work, and we got to talk to each other all day. To me it was an odd
relief to be able to share such a specific, small work experience or
complaint with her and know that she would know exactly what
I was tal king about.
The principles of being a good housekeeper are simple. First
off, don’t steal. W hatever you covet will never be worth it.
Second, take pride in your work. I was once told that every-
one wants to stay at a hotel and feel as if they were the first
person ever to stay in that room. Nobody wants to think aboutprevious guests, just like nobody wants to think about their
significant other’s exes.
Third, be kind to each other. We were all cleaning up other
people’s crap, and we didn’t need any more of it piled on.
The questions I got about this job were always the same:
Do the blankets really get washed every day? Yes. Do you get
to keep what you find in the rooms after people check out? It
depends. At our hotel, we brought stuff to lost and found. If
it went unclaimed after a certain amount of time, sometimes
we had the opportunity to keep it. Were the guests assholes?
We rarely interacted with t hem, to everyone’s relief. Clean-
ing up after someone is a lot easier when you never see them.
There were few things worse than cleaning a particularly nast y
shower drain and then seeing the culprit walk in, having for-
gotten his wallet.
We got to know a few of the regular guests—or, at least, their
rooms. We liked the doctor. He was a visiting physician who
stayed Monday through Friday in the hotel’s rural town. We
never saw him, so we didn’t mind cleaning his shower, and he
left big tips every Friday. I imagined he looked like Santa Claus.
W E T O OK T U R N S DR I V I N G T O T H E HO T E L , M A K I N G
that job the only one for which I’ve ever had a regular carpool
schedule. Brittany and I didn’t always work the same five dayseach week, but all the housekeepers had to work weekends. We
worked together enough of the time to make it worth saving gas.
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The commute was thirty-five miles round trip, which was nor-
mal for most people who lived in our town. There weren’t a lot of
job opportunities in the town where we lived, but two similarly
sized cities north and south of us gave those with reliable cars
an edge.
One afternoon that summer a group of us were in the break
room talking about car troubles. At some point I said out loud,
“I’ve never locked my keys in my car.” When Brittany and I left
to leave after our shift was over, we were locked out of my fam-ily’s station wagon.
She just laughed and laughed, while I called my brother to see
if he was in the area with the spare set of keys.
“DO Y O U THIN K Y O U R B RO THE R AN D S IS TE R- IN - L AW
will have a baby?” Brittany asked me one day as we piled a fresh
duvet cover onto a king-size snow-white comforter.
“I don’t know,” I said, thinking for a second. It was hard to
imagine a new life in my family at a time when we were all so
acutely focused on the life we were about to lose.
Brittany looked at me in a way that let me know she knew
exactly what I was thinking.
“Let’s take a coffee break,” she said, just as content to change
the subject as she was to let me talk.
I D I D N O T S A V E M Y T I P S T H A T S U M M E R . I N S T E A D , I
spent more than I made. I had a credit card for the first time,
and found that what I cheerful ly called “retail therapy” made
me feel temporarily less bleak. I’d like to say I learned the error
of my ways that summer, but it took a couple more years and a
couple grand in senseless debt before I started actively paying
attention to my finances. In fact, it was Britta ny who taught me
how to balance a checkbook that summer.
We spent money on cigarettes. We al l did; almost every
housekeeper smoked. We took smoke breaks when we got tired
of cleaning after a few hours. We took smoke breaks when the
hotel was slow but we needed to wait out the clock. We took
smoke breaks because we liked taking a few minutes to talk to
someone else for a while. Not everyone had a Brittany.
The other housekeepers were happy to let us join them on
breaks, teasing me for claiming I didn’t smoke while I stood next
to them smoking. In return, Brittany and I listened to women
a decade older than us or more talk about deadbeat dads and
delinquent child support. We cheered on new boyfriends and
cursed their names if things went south. We wanted good things
for each other.
We could leave early if we finished our rooms, but that meant we didn’t get paid for that time. On Saturdays in the summer we
were al l in a rush to get out to be w ith friends and family, but
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those were also our busiest days.
Our time was measured, documented. We
clocked in, we clocked out. We took thirty minutes
for lunch, sitting in a break room with a micro-
wave and a TV showing country music videos.
Taylor Swift was still country then.
I WAS PL AN N IN G TO Q U IT THE J O B WHE N
my last semester of college started, but my boss
convinced me to stay and work weekends. Since
all the housekeepers were on duty for weekends
unless they requested them off, I knew I’d get to
work with Britt. So I ag reed, to my parents’ dis-
may. They wanted me to focus on school, but also
on not being unreasonably stressed out, consider-ing what was going on with our family. I still saw
the hotel as a big distraction from what was going
on at home. But I couldn’t ignore it forever.
One Saturday that fall, my dad was called
away on business. My brother was working, our
hospice care worker wasn’t scheduled for another
few hours, and no one was around to stay with my
mom. My dad never explicitly asked me to call in
sick, but he was in a bind. He stood and watched
me as I called the hotel. With my throat closing, I
unexpectedly heard myself quit—something I’d
never done before, on the spot or over the phone. I was sick to mystomach, leaving a job without giving notice, but everyone could
see my mom was getting worse. I knew this was not the last time
my family was going to need me.
My dad looked at me with such gratitude, and I saw in
that moment how much had been ta ken out of him in t he last
several months.
A F E W DA Y S L AT E R , M Y B O S S C A L L E D. S H E S A I D S H E
knew about my mom and knew why I’d quit, and she asked if we
could forget it had happened. I knew I couldn’t. I agreed to work
a handful more days, but gave her a set quit date. To this day, I
don’t know if the hotel was severely understaffed or if she liked
me that much. It doesn’t really matter, but at the time it felt like
a kindness.
She and the rest of the girls signed a card for me when my
mom died, three weeks before I graduated that December.
N O W , E I G H T Y E A R S L A T E R , B R I T T A N Y H A S E A R N E D
two associate’s degrees, a bachelor’s, and a CPA license. She
works at a ban k and has been mar ried since 2006. She and
her husband have a daughter who attends the grade school we
both attended. I remain in awe of her ability to tackle full-time
school, work, marriage, and motherhood simultaneously.I took a dif ferent path. Af ter I got my journalism degree, I
moved to Columbus to work at a newspaper. A few years later I
moved to Chicago to write, and I recently moved to Portland, where I work in marketi ng. We’ve found ourselves i n very dif-
ferent places as we enter our respective thirtieth years (and
our twenty-fourth year of friendship), but I think about our
summer working together a lot. I love what I do, but no job will
ever be like that.
I won’t likely clean up after travelers again, but I also won’t
know the thrill of walking into a room and scanning it, looking
for and finding a crisp bill. I won’t get to take a few minutes to sit
and notice how toned my arms have gotten from heavy lifting.
And I won’t get to hang out with my best friend on a slow Tues-
day afternoon, catching up on each other’s week over the smell
of clean laundry.
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rocks embedded in packed pit run gravel continues all
morning. A break in the main waterline to the log farmhouse
spewed over a hundred thousand gallons in the past week, send-
ing the meter in the box at the street spinning like a top.
The hole deepens slowly as I trade the pickax for a shovel and
toss the heavy pit runoff to one side. The layers of soil reveal rel-
ics of my family’s years together: a plastic Stegosaurus, spikes
dulled from time and trauma; a bent spoon; a ginger-ale bottle
cap. The roots of a nearby elderberry appear, as big around as
my wrist and tough as iron cable. I slash at them with the blade
of the shovel, sever them, then step down inside the hole. Up to
my knees now.
I marvel at how overgrown the pastures have become in less
than one year’s time. The open meadows once cropped close by
my flock of Shetland sheep are now clogged with young alder
and blackberry snarls taller than antlers on an elk, denser than
the Gordian knots of kelp that wash up in winter storms on the
beach just down the street. A sur-sur song of the sea fills the air
as I work, a sound settled deep in my memory from decades of
sleeping and waking in the upstairs bedroom. The pickax clangs
against another rock, sparks flash, and the slightest burst of ac-rid smoke hits my nose.
The bright nibs of new spring buds are just popping out on
HELEN PATTI HILL
the old rosebush. How rare is the deep-red rose that is imper-
vious to neglect! Soaked all winter by salt gales and still it has
no black spots, no disease or rot. But this was always, always
that kind of place, a land of small miracles if you knew what
to look for. Maybe every piece of land a person spends enough
time living on becomes a museum of small but extraordinary
happenstance. I remember the brief lover who photographed
a tensile spider web caught between the rose thorns, dragged
with dew that sparkled in the morning light. Memories like
that float up when I am here; I feel my youthful strength re-
turn, my competency.
I rented my farmhouse and land on the north coast of Ore-
gon early the summer before on a year’s lease, uneasily but with
resolve, to five earnest young members of the Dancing Fox An-
cestral Arts School. They were led by a charismatic young man
who wore buckskins and ferried hand-stretched skin kayaks on
top of his brand-new black Prius like a broken travel paradigm.
John advertised his newly formed school on the Internet and
easily attracted a group of hopeful young people with promises
to teach them how to kill wild rabbits with homemade arrows,
harvest roadkill, build field shelters, and gather mushrooms.
John was an acquaintance of my son, and I thought he’d be agood fit for the place. He wanted to grow food, live by the ocean,
and learn how to work hard. I hoped he and his Dancing Foxes
BUILT
FORGHOSTSher beloved home in the hands of others.
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would love this place and care for it like I had. It was the per-
fect solution: a group of eager, hardworking young people to
keep the blackberries down and the fires lit against the damp.
I would be free to go be with my man who lived about an hour
down the coast. I could get away from the ghosts and stop
waiting for my children to come