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Historic Era: Era 10: Contemporary United States (1968 to the present)
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March 1990 | Volume 41, Issue 2
Authors:
Historic Era: Era 10: Contemporary United States (1968 to the present)
Historic Theme:
Subject:
March 1990 | Volume 41, Issue 2
On the morning after Election Day in 1989, history had been made in a normally dull “off-year” race. The Democrat Douglas Wilder won the governorship of the Commonwealth of Virginia, although the margin was so thin the Republicans demanded a recount. Wilder would be the first black governor ever elected in an American state—and the state, no less, that sheltered the capital of the Confederacy. He is, to be sure, no racial activist. But he is the grandson of slaves, and his showing overshadowed the election, the same day, of David Dinkins as the first black mayor of New York. Black mayors are no longer a novelty in American cities.
Well, then, two cheers for democracy (to quote E. M. Forster) in the Old Dominion. Two only, because a touch of skepticism intrudes. The Fifteenth Amendment, which guarantees the right to vote regardless of race, was ratified in 1870. What took so long for blacks to show their voting strength?
The answer is, of course, that the Fifteenth Amendment, like the Fourteenth, ratified in 1868, was almost strangled in its cradle. Both amendments aimed at equalizing the rights of black and white Americans. And both were widely flouted during almost all of their first century of existence. How that happened is worth a closer look and some sober post-election thoughts on the repetitive patterns of history.
Let’s consider voting rights first. If you went to school many years ago, you may be surprised that no black man held down a governor’s chair during Reconstruction (1865–77). For one of the staples of older textbooks was that Reconstruction was a time of “Negro rule,” when, supposedly, the government of the occupied Southern states was turned over to ex-slaves and their white “scalawag” and “carpetbagger” collaborators—scoundrels one and all. It’s the legend embodied in The Birth of a Nation, a cinematic masterpiece and historical fraud. A popular literary variant was Claude G. Bowers’s 1929 book The Tragic Era, in which the author depicts the South Carolina legislature in session: “The Speaker … looks down upon members mostly black or brown or mahogany, some of the type seldom seen outside the Congo. Some pompous in glossy, threadbare black frock coats, some in the rough, soiled costume of the fields. … the members’ feet upon their desks, their faces hidden behind their soles. Chuckles, guffaws, the noisy crackling of peanuts and raucous voices. …”
Page after page in this vein left unwary readers to assume that control of the South rested in black and clumsy hands. Bowers was a persuasive writer—a “Jeffersonian Democrat” from Indiana, with some political virtues, but fairness distinctly not among them. And the facts show that he was, in this case, not a historian but a hysteric.
Reconstruction regimes were, on the whole, about as good or as bad as most state governments in a freewheeling era of