Wednesday, January 29, 2025

Presenting Harold Michael Harvey's Latest - Fantasy Five: An Unimaginable History - The Election of Macon's First Black Council Memberson's First Black Councilmembers - Foreword


 When the roots are deep, there is no need to fear the wind.” African Proverb 



“It’s impossible to lie when the truth is carved in stone.”                     African Proverb

“In Spight of all Endeavours to disguise this Point, it is clear as Light itself that Negroes are as essentially necessary to the Cultivation of Georgia as Axes, Hoes, or any other utensil of agriculture.”  --W. B. Stevens - The History of Georgia, 1847

I was overwhelmed by the Foreword from Michael's book and asked him if I could share it here in its entirety... For me it certainly set the stage for reading the following history of Macon, Georgia...

Foreword       

W

hen Georgia was organized as a colony in 1732 in honor of the British Monarch, King George; enslavement did not exist in the new colony. The founding Board of Trustees believed that a prohibition on slavery would encourage the settlement of Georgia by Englishmen and Christians and not, God forbid, the Spaniards, Catholics, or Irish.

Soon, Africans were brought in from the Carolinas and “hired for life,” according to W. B. Stevens, so much for the niceties of the rule outlawing enslavement in the Georgia colony. The authorities looked the other way, and by 1749, the slave trade was wide open in Georgia, albeit with restrictions that historians agree, like the rule prohibiting enslaving other human beings, were not strictly enforced.  

        Like all land in this country, the site of Macon, Georgia, was originally land owned by natives who were indigenous to the region—by 1823, Andrew Jackson had successfully weakened the native community with superior weaponry, causing natives in Middle Georgia to negotiate the sale of their homeland at bargain rates. 

On December 8, 1823, the Georgia legislature issued a charter for Macon, Georgia. Eleven months later, merchants moved to establish Macon as a solid mercantile center. An announcement for an Administrator’s Sale in the Georgia Journal and Messenger, Bibb County’s first legal organ, on November 17, 1824, by Charles Bullock, Administrator, and Martha B. Dawson, Administratrix, pitched the William W. Dawson estate “…a few miles below the Reserve, on the Ocmulgee River,” as a place “… persons wishing to establish a permanent interest in the town of Macon, would do well to attend the sale.”

In that same edition of the Georgia Journal and Messenger, William Bivins caused to be published a notice that he had taken over the Mansion House, “that new and commodious building, in Macon belonging to Capt. Charles Bullock, fronting the public square where he will entertain travelers and others with everything that can be offered in the line of his business.”

By the end of 1824, Macon had a population of three thousand, primarily northern transplants who migrated from New York, New England, and the northeast region. They brought with them their Yankee “stiff upper lip” and penchant for business.

Only White men ran the government, and no White women or Negroes of any sex were allowed in governance.   As Stevens pointed out in his history of the state, Blacks were essential as a farm instrument, nothing more, nothing less.

On September 19, 1826, L. Thompson, D. S., advertised the following in the Georgia Journal and Messenger:

“Will be sold on the first Tuesday in October next, at the courthouse in the town of Macon, Bibb County, the following property. One Negro man named Sam levied on as the property of William Robinson to satisfy a fi fa. In favor of Wm. Bressie.”

Ten years after Macon received its charter from the State of Georgia, Great Britain outlawed the slave trade in the British Empire with the passage of the Slavery Abolition Act of 1833. The Slavery Abolition Act took effect in England on August 1, 1834. Meanwhile, the United States of America, teetering on the brink of a grave civil war, continued to import human cargo for sell on auction blocks throughout the agricultural south. In many communities throughout the southern states, Macon, Georgia included, the number of enslaved people was more significant than the planter community that kept them in bondage. The fact that the enslaved outnumbered the enslavers would become a sore spot for Southerners when troops representing the United States of American moved south to enforce President Abraham Lincoln’s Executive Order freeing men and women held in bondage within the several states.

According to census data, in 1860, Macon had three thousand people. Another 15,952 people lived in Bibb County. Real estate holdings were valued at $4,777,551, and personal property, most of which was enslaved labor, was valued at $10,279,574.00.*

Despite this enormous valuation in enslaved labor, the  value of Black lives had not improved much within the next 40 years, according to this advertisement for Life Insurance by Aetna Insurance Company, Hartford, Connecticut, in the Georgia Journal and Messenger on July 27, 1863:

“The undersigned, Agent, will receive applications for Insurance on lives of White persons. Also, risks on Negroes are taken on two-thirds of their cash valuation.”*

   Against this backdrop, Black Maconites saw a brief period where they exercised political power on the state and federal levels but none in the local governmental entities. Beginning on April 1, 1867, Georgia began registering voters for the new state government emerging from the ashes of the Civil War. In Bibb County, “over 2500 Blacks took the Loyalty Oath* and registered to vote, while about 2,000 Whites agreed with the Loyalty Oath (Thompson, Reconstruction in Georgia, p. 186).

The first vote Blacks took in Bibb County after the Civil War was to determine whether to hold a state Constitutional Convention. Voting began on October 29, 1867, and ran through November 2, 1867. Over 100,000 people voted statewide on this measure. In Bibb County, Blacks cast 1,845 votes in favor of the State Constitutional Convention.

Eight White Bibb County residents voted in this first election. The percentage of eligible White men was deficient in 1867, as few were ready to swear allegiance again to the United States of America. These Georgia rebels were undoubtedly waiting for the South to rise again quickly following General Robert E. Lee’s surrender.

 Georgians, led by a strong contingent of Blacks formerly held in bondage, overwhelmingly approved holding a Constitutional Convention, which was the State’s pathway back into the United States of America. From the start of efforts to reconstitute the country after the Civil War, former enslaved Black men were ready to govern.

Based on reporting by The Macon Telegraph, the five-day period to vote on the Constitutional Convention saw Black leadership casting the majority of the votes passed without any peace disturbance (Macon Telegraph, November 8, 1867).

According to the Black Scholar, W. E. B. DuBois in his research, Black Reconstruction in America, An Essay Toward a History of the Part Which Black Folk Played in the Attempt to Reconstruct democracy in America, 1860-1880, Atheneum, Kingsport, Tennessee, Kingsport Press, Inc., p. 498), the Constitutional Convention originally scheduled for Milledgeville, Georgia had to be moved to Atlanta because of “White hostility.”

Rev. Henry McNeal Turner, a Black man born of free parentage near Newberry Courthouse, South Carolina, represented Bibb County at the Constitutional Convention. Turner is recognized as the most prominent and influential Black person in Georgia during the early days of Reconstruction. Ordained by the Methodist Episcopal Church South, Turner came to Macon around 1858 to preach in the city’s African Methodist Episcopal Church.

According to Mungo M. Ponton in his book, The Life and Times of Henry M. Turner (Atlanta, A. D. Cardwell Publishing Co., 1917, p. 4), “Turner’s eloquence has moved many Whites to attend his sermons.”*

During the Civil War, Turner received a commission as a Chaplain by President Abraham Lincoln, and at the end of the war, Turner was sent to Macon to work with the Freedmen’s Bureau. Soon after that, Turner left his work at the Freedman’s Bureau and dedicated his days to organizing the African Methodist Episcopal Church in Georgia and to organizing political power for the Black community.

As a delegate to the State Constitutional Convention during Reconstruction, Turner introduced and passed two resolutions to preserve former enslavers’ economic interests in their real property. Turner’s resolution to allow White planters to keep their real property was a benevolent act and an olive branch to Whites who had just felt the sting of a humiliating defeat on the battlefield.

White Georgians were not as benevolent when the delegates considered a resolution establishing one citizenship classification for all Georgians the right to vote for all males over twenty-one who had lived in the State for six months, and the right of all voters to hold public office. The majority White delegation struck the last provision granting Blacks the right to hold public office. While this version presented to the Georgia Constitutional Convention granted the vote to Black men, it denied them the right to hold elective office.

In the latter proviso, a Black male registered voter could vote for any candidate of his choice as long as that candidate did not have one drop of Black blood flowing through his veins. Codifying this provision would have made it against state law to deny a Black male the right to serve in an elective office. Whites fought against this amendment, and the amendment failed.

Within four years, prohibition against holding public office gave White state legislators the basis to remove Turner and 38 other Blacks from the Georgia House of Representatives and three Blacks from the State Senate.*

Turner responded by convening a Colored State Convention in Macon, Georgia, on October 6-8, 1868. Of Georgia’s 159 counties, 82 sent delegates. Enslaved Black men had been holding Colored Conventions throughout the United States since September 20, 1830, when Bishop Richard Allen, Senior Bishop of the African Methodist Episcopal Church, convened a Colored Convention in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, at the Mother Bethel A. M. E. Church, following the “Cincinnati Race Riot” of 1829.

Nine states sent 40 free Black men to the first “Colored State Convention”  to discuss issues facing free Black Americans in the antebellum north. Eighteen delegates registered from Pennsylvania, six from Maryland, four from New York, three from Delaware, two from Rhode Island, two from New Jersey, and one from Ohio and Connecticut.  

The local law in Cincinnati cut with a double-edge sword. While the law outlawed enslavement, it also made Black citizenship illegal.*

Turner, trained in the African Methodist Episcopal Church tradition, was keenly aware of Allen’s “Colored State Convention” and utilized this concept when it seemed that the interest of newly freed enslaved people in Georgia was about to be overrun by the defeated traitors who wanted back into the United States under terms favorable to their sense of racial superiority.

In fact, as Bishop, Turner returned to Georgia in 1893 and organized one of the last Colored State Conventions. He gave the keynote address at the Colored State Convention, arguing for mass emigration to Canada.

The 1868 Colored State Convention elected Turner as President. The Colored Convention convened in Macon City Hall to the chagrin of Whites, who were offended by the strong mistrust of Whites expressed by Turner and other delegates.* The editors of The Telegraph urged White leaders to stop the Blacks from using city hall* for what The Telegraph described as the Blacks slandering the name of “…the good White people of Macon…” (The Macon Telegraph, October 16, 1868).

During the Congressional Reconstruction from 1867-1876. Henry McNeal Turner, a cleric in the African Methodist Episcopal Church Connection, ran and won a seat in the Georgia State Legislature from Macon and Bibb County. Turner ran for re-election and won and served until he and other Black State Representatives left the state legislature at the point of guns drawn by white legislators who disliked free Black men debating the issues of the day.*

On the federal level, Jefferson Franklin Long won a seat in the United States Congress from Bibb County by 900 votes over Democrat W. J. Lawton. He served in the House for three months, From December 1870 until March 1871, and spoke in the well of the House against allowing members of the Confederacy to serve in the United States  Congress.   

“On election day in 1872, he [Jefferson Long] rallied Black voters and marched with them to the polls in Macon, where they were met by a group of armed Whites. In the ensuing riot, at least three people were killed, and most Black voters fled before casting a ballot”* (Hardwick, Grace, Jefferson Franklin Long, New Georgia Encyclopedia).

Thus, violence at the ballot box was the state of affairs for the next 152 years, filled with unfulfilled dreams of participating in the democratic process.*

Henry McNeal Turner was the most consequential Black leader in Macon’s first forty-nine years. After numerous battles with White leaders, Turner spoke during an Emancipation Day service on January 1, 1872. He urged Congress to pass a Civil Rights Bill, and then Turner left Macon, leaving a void in Black political leadership.

This void remained until the mid-1940s when Austin Walden returned home from military duty, which included service in France during World War I, and set up the first Black law practice in Macon, Georgia. In 1946, Walden left Macon for Atlanta, where he helped establish the Gate City Bar Association, Georgia’s oldest Black Bar Association.

Not until December 9, 1975, did a Black man, a Black woman, or a White woman take the oath of office to serve on the Macon City Council.* This book is about the fantasy coming true for four Black men and one Black woman with their 1975 election to the Macon, Georgia City Council.

A fantasy for most Black people living in Macon, Georgia, before 1975 was imagining that a Black person won an elective office. Post Reconstruction, the earliest account of a Black person running for public office was Andrew Fields, who ran for Coroner of Bibb County around 1964.

Fields had a degree in mortuary science, contracted himself out as an embalmer for local funeral homes, and worked as a teacher in the public school system. Next up was an unsuccessful 1968 run for State Representative in the old House District 94 by Macon’s second Black Attorney, Tom Jackson.

Winning an elective city office was a pleasant thing to think about, but it was not likely to happen. Reality is what dreams are, nothing more and nothing less. Black people in Macon, Georgia, continued to fantasize about holding political power within the limits of the city government until one November day in 1975, they were standing smack in the middle of an improbable dream.

During the summer of 1975, this writer worked as the pollster for the Committee to Elect Reverend Julius Caesar Hope, Mayor of Macon. Hope was the first Black person to seek the office of mayor. The Hope campaign events often overlapped with the campaigns of the Blacks seeking to become the first Black members of the Macon City Council.

Practically every night, a couple of churches in the city would host a candidate forum. I attended these events with Rev. Hope and had the opportunity to watch the Black candidates’ historic run for city council while simultaneously charting the landmark course for the first Black candidate for mayor of Macon. Hope stepped into the void left in 1872 by the departure of Henry McNeal Turner. Like Turner, Hope was a Southerner. He was born in Mobile, Alabama. He attended Alabama State College (University) and lettered in baseball.

After college, Hope joined the United States Air Force, where he developed into a champion boxer. Hope became an ordained Baptist preacher, and in the 1960s, he was called to pastor the Zion Baptist Church of Brunswick, Georgia.

In 1965, Hope became the first Black person to run for mayor of Brunswick, Georgia.

“I was in fifth grade when Hope ran for mayor of Brunswick,” Cornell Harvey (no known relation) said. “I went to bed that night thinking Hope had won, only to wake up the next morning and the news said there would have to be a run-off. I didn’t understand what happened. Everybody was disappointed. In the run-off, Hope didn’t have a chance. People came out of the woodwork to vote for the White candidate,”*  Harvey said one night as he followed in Hope’s footsteps in 2014, campaigning for the Brunswick Mayor’s office. He won the race, becoming that coastal city’s first Black mayor forty-nine years after Hope gave it the good old college try.

Ten years after Hope’s maiden run for mayor of Brunswick, Georgia, he qualified to seek the mayor’s office in Macon, Georgia. By this time, Hope was the President of the Georgia chapter of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP).

Like Turner, Hope was conservative in his political views. As with Turner, the White leadership, led by The Macon Telegraph, feared Hope and painted him as a Black radical primarily because Hope’s political style* did not align with that of Bill Randall, a Black leader who “carried the White man’s water” in times of Black political activism. Through our polling, we identified where Hope, a relative newcomer to the city, was weak among Black voters. Gauging Hope’s relative strength in the Black community was a critical assessment because, in a field of five  candidates, three were White men with strong ties to the Black community. These three White mayoral candidates held expectations of getting their share of Black votes.

The Black electorate was accustomed to voting for White candidates because there had not been many Black candidates on the ballot to vote for, and the conventional wisdom, according to Christopher Bonner, Political Writer for The Macon Telegraph, “…the other [White] candidates in the race were expected to take their share of Black votes,” (The Macon Telegraph, Thursday, September 1975).

Of those candidates two were Attorney James I. Wood, who served as Sheriff of Bibb County in the 1950s and got to know the Black community well. Also in the race was City Councilman Major David Carter, who had served as Senior Army Instructor at the Junior Reserve Officers Training Corp (ROTC) program at Lanier Senior High School. By 1975, Carter had over a decade of getting to know Black young men in his ROTC program and their parents. Lanier alums widely respected him.

However, the other reason Bonner and other White political pundits believed that Hope would not fare well among Black voters was that, as Bonner put it, “Hope was considered no better than a fourth-place finisher in the primary election because one-time Black Macon kingpin William P. Randall was backing [Buckner] Melton.” Ibid.

Bonner wrote, “Many observers expected Hope to receive a few thousand Black votes and a handful of votes from White liberals” Ibid. In the end, Hope polled 6,321 votes and finished second in the race, setting up a run-off race with Attorney Buckner Melton, who received 9,043 votes, most of them from White voters. Hope brought me aboard in April 1975 after he addressed a small gathering at Unionville Baptist Church at 1660 Pio Nono Avenue. We met the following day for breakfast at the famed H & H Restaurant on Forsyth Street. We would meet every morning at 7:00 am at H & H throughout the campaign to plan our day and plot strategy to address the different groups on Hope’s schedule.

Hope showed me a napkin he had received from Dr. Neil Cullinan, a history professor at Fort Valley State College (University), which laid out the number of votes it would take to win the election. Then, he tasked me with materializing those numbers in the ballot box. Professor Cullinan later endorsed Hope as mayor.

I suggested we hit Bonner’s Black kingpin, Bill Randall, square between the eyes. While I was away in college in the early 1970s, Hope and Randall clashed over leadership in the Black community, so my idea went over well with Hope. Randall’s message to the Black community was that the time was not suitable for a Black person to be Mayor of Macon and that Hope’s candidacy would hurt race relations and cause a backlash against Blacks running for the first time for seats on the city council.

I witnessed Randall take the same approach to civil rights issues for fifteen years. He urged bus boycotters in 1960 to go slow. If the Ministerial Alliance, led by Rev. James Lorenza Key, had not called for mass meetings and encouraged the public to boycott the city bus line, those cream and green buses would still divide the races today. We painted Randall as an “Uncle Tom” whose leadership was no longer relevant to the Black community. We wanted to give Black voters a reason to break with Randall’s leadership when they entered the ballot box. We wanted to create enough discussion on Cotton Avenue and at the Beer House on Pio Nono Avenue that would provoke the question:

Why not vote for a Black man?*

Hope came out swinging, without mentioning Randall by name; Hope blasted the notion that the time was not suitable for a Black person to participate in government and politics.

Randall hit Hope under the belt by leaking a letter to the media that he wrote to Hope dated June 4, 1975. In the letter, Randall accused Hope of jeopardizing the chances of Blacks running for seats on the city council and declaring Hope would run so poorly that he would not force a run-off in the race.

We decided to respond to Randall’s letter, but not directly to Randall. We prepared a media advisory for Hope. In it, Hope blistered Randall, stating that he would not be forced out of the campaign because he did not have Randall’s support. “A majority of the people are with me,” Hope wrote (The Macon Telegraph, Wednesday, June 11, 1975).

While Hope’s campaign promoted funding that supported the least of Macon’s citizens, he purposely did not bill his candidacy as a Black mayor for Macon. His pecan tan skin tone made that case loud and clear. His campaign theme was “Elect Julius C. Hope – Macon’s Only Hope.” His was a true statement. A look in the Macon telephone directory for 1975 and Rev. Hope is the only Hope listed.

Hope retorted, “Only one reference has been made racially in this campaign, and Mr. Randall has made it. The campaign will not be decided on racial issues, to the dismay of many, including Mr. Randall.” Ibid.*

By Independence Day 1975, tensions mounted between the Randall faction and the Hope team. Herbert Dennard, community activist and President of The Concerned Citizens League’s Political Action Committee, scheduled a mass meeting at Allen Chapel African Methodist Episcopal Church on Pursley Street in the Pleasant Hill community where Bill Randall had his home.

Sherry Howard, a Macon Telegraph Staff Writer, summarized the meeting as “…an effort to achieve unity in the Black community, and not to influence persons in one direction or another. She quoted Dennard as saying, “There are many brewing rumors and controversies. Ours is an attempt to seek ways to prevent the pot from boiling over and burning us all” (The Macon Telegraph, Saturday, July 12, 1975).

Also, to counter Randall’s slow walk on Black empowerment, we brought Congressman Andrew Young to speak to a banquet of about 200 people at the Macon Hilton the week before the election. Young addressed the timeliness of Black participation in governance. He told Bonner, “I don’t know whether that’s the question. The time is right to do right. I hope the majority (of voters) have moved beyond simple racism” (The Macon Telegraph, Saturday, September 6, 1975). Later, Young added, “When you have been down as long as we’ve been down, there is only one way to go,”* Ibid.

Despite Bill Randall’s prediction,  we had engineered our way into a run-off with Randall’s candidate, Attorney Buckner Melton, when the dust had cleared. As I had predicted, the dark horse in the race was James Wood. He ran a solid third, and with our substantial numbers, Melton did not reach fifty percent plus one to win outright.

The beauty of that September night in 1975 is that the Black community had stood together on the precipice of history, one step away from the mayor’s office. Five Blacks won the Macon City Council election, swallowing up one hundred and fifty-two years of history.

When we drove Rev. Hope home that night, Willie C. Hill and his brother-in-law Bill Barnes met us in the driveway. Hill was one of four out of five Black candidates who were assured of a seat on the next Macon City Council because he had no opposition in the General Election. Hill and Barnes were strangers to the Hope Campaign during the heat of battle.

They concentrated their efforts on getting Hill elected to the council. Hill’s and Barnes’ late-night Nicodemus-like visit caused Hope to shake his head and muse out loud, “Where have they been all summer.” The four other Black candidates for city council posts won their Democratic Primary, but Delores Ann Brooks faced opposition in the General Election. The results of the Democratic Primary that night proved the lie to Bill Randall’s forecast. Not only did Rev. Hope win the Black vote, but he also forced the well-financed Melton Campaign into the run-off Randall said would never happen. Neither did Hope’s improbable fantasy harm the Black candidates for city council. Every Black candidate who ran against a White candidate won over the White opposition.

The night before the run-off, Hope brought James Brown to town. Brown did not sing any of his patented songs.* He spoke for several hours at First Baptist Church on New Street. Brown preached that Black folk only wanted the system to open the door to opportunity. Before Brown had finished speaking, we began to receive threats that a group of disgruntled White men planned to harm Rev. Hope.

Robert Brown, Director of the American Friends Service Committee in Macon, volunteered to post security outside the church edifice. No bombs turned up, and without notifying the public, Hope motioned for James Brown to wrap up his remarks, and we got everybody out of the building and home to their families without a panic. True to Hope’s promise, he did not run a race-based campaign. His message was to represent every section of Macon fairly.

Afterward, no one could say that Hope caused a division between the races. However, in the mayoral run-off, the Hope Campaign did galvanize White voters who feared a Black person as mayor. There is no doubt that Hope, a Black man, disturbed the sensitivities of certain folk in Macon, but it is equally valid that Hope ran a non-offensive campaign, a campaign every member of the Black community could be proud to know that Hope gave his best.

A Black mayor was inconceivable in 1823 when the founding fathers organized Macon. Macon’s White voters, in 1975, like their counterparts in Brunswick a decade earlier, came out in droves to support Melton and maintain the 1823 status quo bolstered by the 1868 Georgia Constitutional Convention stipulation prohibiting Black public office holders.

Nearly a year after the election of the “Macon Black Five,” I was a journalist working for The Macon Courier. I sat down with each Black City Council member to gauge their pulse and determine their standing on issues confronting the Black community. My reporting ran in a copyrighted story in the December 1, 1976 edition of The Macon Courier under the headline, Black Impact Upon Local Government.

As a twenty-five-year-old African living in Macon, Georgia, I believed that the readership of the Black newspaper should review how the first year of governance went for the Black city council members. Now, nearly fifty years later, as a seventy-three-year-old journalist still working in the writer’s trade, I believe it is appropriate to honor the memory of the “Black Macon Five.”

Before beginning this book, I discussed my idea with my former publisher at The Macon Courier. I was aghast when he asked who the first Black city council members were. A lot has transpired in the last fifty years. You can forget history, but the “Macon Black Five” memory should live as long as the city-county government lives.

Understandably, one may take for granted the pioneers when Black people in Macon went from having no representation in city government to consistently seeing Blacks in leadership positions in government and business.

Should we ever forget Christopher Attucks, Jackie Robinson, or Barack Obama?

I dutifully rattled off their names: Willie C. Hill, Vernon Colbert, Julius Vinson, Rev. Eddie D. Smith, and Delores Ann Brooks, who not only was one of the first Blacks on the city council but one of two women elected that year. The other woman, Dr. Mary Wilder, was the first White woman elected to the city council.

Society tends not to give Whites credit for their accomplishments, as Whites, it presumes, have always been achievers. White women in 1732 were about as valuable as “axes, hoes, and any other utensils of agriculture,” like Negroes.*

My former publisher left me disheartened. How could a leading person in business in the Middle Georgia area have forgotten these local history-makers?

If a leading businessman who interacted with the original “Five” a great deal fifty years ago does not have their names on the top of his mind, one shudders to think whether the members of Macon Black Five have crossed the minds of any other citizen, for God only knows how many years.

It crossed my mind to abandon this project and chalk it up to a bad idea with no public interest, another book filled with information that few would bother to read. According to Dr. Duval, it is an unnecessary project upon which to devote time and energy. No one seems to care about the past. After all, the past is yesterday’s happenings. But Dr. W. E. B. DuBois told us, “The past is the present, that without what was, nothing is, that, but for the infinite dead, the living are but unimportant bits.”

What has the past to do with the present?

Who cares about the past?

Those courageous first Black members of the Macon City Council are all but forgotten in the annals of Macon history. There is a city building named for Delores Brooks but no markers for Hill, Colbert, Vinson, or Smith; except for Smith, the history-making council members transitioned long ago. I began attempts to interview Rev. Smith for this book in 2019 but did not receive a reply to any of a half dozen inquiries over the last five years.

Nevertheless, we should tell this story. Those, like this writer who remember and are still in charge of their faculties must share this history with new generations of students, scholars, and community leaders. The current generation should not repeat mistakes made by previous generations, errors which should never happen in the future. Lessons learned must be passed on and utilized by the current historical Age.*

I will depend, with a few poetic license exceptions for grammar and clarity, on several pieces I wrote in The Macon Courier and my recollection of history during the summer of 1975 when a pipe dream fantasy manifested into a physical reality for Five of Macon’s most improbable Black citizens. It was unlikely because, from the city’s incorporation, it denied public service to Black people within the city limits.

Beginning on December 9, 1975, people with no experience in public governance because they had never been allowed to participate in the political process volunteered to make decisions for the fifth largest city in the state. The “Fantasy Five” cut their teeth singing “We Shall Overcome” in civil disobedience marches. They came into their new leadership role as the order of the day turned to chants of “Black Power,” the fear of every White Maconite who had never contemplated Black men and women making laws that regulated their daily affairs.

In my 1976 copyrighted story in The Macon Courier, I recapped the previous year as follows:

“9 December 1976 is recorded in Central Georgia history as the day Jim Crowism died in city government. The election of five Blacks to the city council brought the death blow to an archaic era in Central Georgia politics. This feat occurred due to the election of current Black State Representatives David E. Lucas and William C. Randall. Their election, incidentally, was a first for Bibb County since Reconstruction.

Immediately upon their election, the two began working on a bill to create ward lines for city council members. They researched, introduced, fought, compromised, and passed a ward-by-district plan.

By not forgetting their reason for being in the General Assembly, Lucas and Randall paved the way for council persons Willie C. Hill, Delores Brooks, Vernon Colbert, Julius Vinson, and Eddie Smith.

Hill, Brooks, Colbert, Vinson, and Smith campaigned through some of this writer’s hottest-known dog days. They walked streets, knocked on doors, shook hands, made promises, and appeared before public forums to answer tough questions about their background, wealth - and commitment to Black uplift and progress.

This group, a teacher, a librarian, a retired postmaster, an insurance agent, and a preacher prevailed against the opposition.

Willie C. Hill, the teacher, had the ideal race. Pitted against two White opponents who fought over the White votes in the District, Hill won by a comfortable margin. Delores Brooks had the toughest test of all; not only is she a beautiful woman, but she is also Black. A double negative in heretofore Macon politics, by a slim margin, she won. Vernon Colbert, the former postal worker, pitted against A. C. Postell, a Black intellectual, won by a nose. Julius Vinson, the insurance agent with a spellbinding baritone singing voice disavowing any connection with the machine and Eddie Smith, won amidst cries about Church and politics and in open opposition to the machine.

With Judge J. Taylor Phillips presiding, they took the oath of office. History, unfathomable history, made!

But all this was nearly a year ago. What impact have Black council members had on city government?

This is undoubtedly a good question that demands our careful attention. For the answer, we turn to the council members to see how they feel about their role and what the future scope of the council might become as a result of Black people actively participating in the day-to-day affairs of city government” (The Macon Courier Wednesday, December 1, 1975).

What follows within the pages of this essay is how the City of Macon, Georgia, went from an all-White male-ruled government from 8 December 1823  to 9 December 1975.

Once answered satisfactorily, this postulation begs the lingering and persistent question: What has been the Black impact upon local government from 1975 to 2025?*

Has the White fear of Black rule been justified, or has it been alleviated by the passage of time and the quality of Black leaders sent to the council by the Black community?

I leave this critical assessment to another generation, to other researchers, to other writers with inquiring minds. My task is to document for prosperity the improbable historical journey of chattel property, viewed as less than human, who persisted for over a century and rose to take an oath to protect and serve the city government for the benefit of all Maconites.

This essay is not without controversy and criticism of the first five Black members of the Macon, Georgia City Council. Back in the 1970s, it was blasphemous to utter a public disagreement with the leadership of the Black community, especially when Blacks were talking to members of the media, who in that day were practically all-White, except for the staff employed by Alex C. Habersham to bring the news to the Black community.

Habersham was so successful each week in bringing positive news of the Black experience in Macon to the Black community through the pages of The Macon Courier that it caused Billy Watson, the editor of the daily White paper (The Macon Telegraph), to accuse Habersham of trying to create a market for a Black paper. Watson attempted to disassociate the current Macon Telegraph from the hostile light in which the paper had painted members of the Black community. This essay includes some of the raw views the White papers in Macon expressed from the city's inception in 1823.

In a special heritage section of The Macon Telegraph published in the Sunday edition of the newspaper on February 17, 1979, Watson stated, “Alex Habersham is trying hard to create a market for an all-black newspaper.”

 In the early 1970s, when Habersham established The Macon Courier, he stated that he had done so to fill a void in presenting news of interest to Blacks in Macon. Habersham took offense to Watson’s comment and fired a retort in the Wednesday, February 21, 1979 edition of The Macon Courier. “Alex Habersham is not trying to create a market for an all-Black newspaper; I am serving one and will continue to do so as long as the people whom I am serving continue to support The Macon Courier and all for which it stands,” Habersham editorialized.

Also, this tome will delve into the public fight between William P. “Bill” Randall and Rev. Julius C. Hope. Randall came to Macon, Georgia, in the early 1950s. He established a profitable construction company on his way to becoming recognized as a Black leader and kingpin in politics related to the Black community.

Rev. Hope, younger and with a glib tongue, came to Macon twenty years later with a different approach to addressing the problems of the Black community. He quickly rallied the “young Turks” to his cause—people like Herbert Dennard, Robert Brown, Henry C. Flickin, and Elaine Huckabee Lucas.

However, the passage of time has given us a unique perspective on the times fifty years in our review mirror. In keeping with the adage that if subsequent generations do not learn from history, they are bound to repeat it, this essay will address as delicately as possible some of the mistakes and faulty thinking of the first class of Black City Council members in the history of  Macon, Bibb County, Georgia, segregated by race ab initio.

“Not everything that is faced can be changed,” James Baldwin once wrote, “but nothing can be changed until it is faced.”

History, that sweet truth-teller, will be my judge. 


Harold Michael Harvey

Unionville -Macon, Georgia

July 3, 2024

              

    *As I read this Foreword again, and highlighted all of the issues that came to mind that I wanted to talk about further, I realized that I would need to start a new article... Look for it next...

God Bless

Gabby

    


Tuesday, January 28, 2025

Introducing Harry Dunn, Capitol Police Officer's, Standing My Ground! WE WILL NEVER FORGET JANUARY 6TH INSURRECTION!

 



Get in good trouble, necessary trouble, and redeem the soul of America. —JOHN LEWIS

We need to talk about our trauma. Yes, you and me. You may not think you are experiencing it, but you are. Ask yourself, What has this nation been arguing over for the past two years? What conversation has been dominating the media and the government, occupying our courts and our daily conversations, and even separating friends and families? What is the subject we promise ourselves to avoid with strangers? January 6, 2021. That’s what the dictionary says trauma is—“a deeply distressing or disturbing experience.” Trust me. I looked it up. The ripples from that day still threaten our democracy. The lives of election workers, the backbone of our electoral systems, are being threatened online via hundreds of messages on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram by those who would disrupt our elections. “Watch your back.” “I know where you sleep.” “Be afraid. Be very afraid.” Because I speak out about these challenges to our democracy, I get the same threatening messages. “We know where you live.” Domestic terrorists have shot out the electrical power systems for neighborhoods, and they are threatening to do the same for entire cities. Representatives in Congress continue to lie and claim our election system is rigged. Yes, we are still struggling with that day. The only difference between your January 6th trauma and mine is where we were when we experienced it. I was at the Capitol, immersed in a profane mix of sweat, screams, shrieks, anger, fear, blood, death, broken limbs, spit, hatred, horror, racism, bigotry, and heroism. Capitol and DC police officers fought hand-to-hand. Many of us thought we were going to die. Some of us did. We were cursed; doused with bear and pepper spray; and beaten with sticks, pipes, batons, shields, bike racks, and even the American flag. Donald Trump, then the nation’s commander-in-chief, did nothing to help us for three hours, even after politicians, his friends, and his own children begged him to. Instead, Capitol and Washington, DC, police officers battled alone. We fought for our lives, the lives of fellow officers, and the nation’s elected leaders. It didn’t matter if they were Republican. We didn’t care if they were Democrat or Independent. They were the men and women we sent to Washington to govern our nation. It was our duty to protect them and our democracy. We could have run away. We could have said, “We didn’t sign up for this.” But we did sign up for it—we just never imagined it like that. Hundreds of Capitol and DC police officers are still working through the physical and emotional scars of that day. All of us have changed. Some of us, physically, can no longer do the job. Others are haunted daily by what happened, including me. I still struggle with PTSD, post-traumatic stress disorder. But as I tell you about my struggle that day, I want you to remember this. While I’m one of the officers whose job it was to protect the Capitol, like you, I’m first an American citizen who cares about this country and wants to see it do right. I’m a voter. I’m a taxpaying citizen. This is my country, and I deserve to know the truth to make sure this doesn’t happen again. We all do. Just like I was marked by that day, you were too. You glared at your TV screen or listened to your radio in disbelief. You felt something you had never felt before, the shock and fear that somebody was trying to take over your country. You and I had seen lots of demonstrations before at the nation’s Capitol, many of them much bigger than this one—the original March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom in 1963, Veterans for Peace, the Million Man March, the Women’s March on Washington, pro-choice rallies, antiabortion demonstrations, gun control, gun rights. Every issue you can think of from gay rights to immigration to climate change to the minimum wage to saving the whales. Americans with different agendas have been coming to the Capitol for more than 150 years to tell their elected leaders what’s on their minds. It is my job and the job of my fellow officers to protect them, no matter what their agenda. We are Americans, and, as Americans, we have those rights. Freedom of speech. Freedom of assembly. This is not Iran or Russia or Venezuela. This is not one of those countries where citizens are beaten, shot, killed, or disappeared for expressing their beliefs, their desires, or their dissatisfaction. But, this time, you were shocked because what you saw is not what Americans do. You looked on as thousands of Americans tried to kill or maim hundreds of other Americans. So-called American patriots brutally beat the men and women in blue they claimed to hold in such high regard. “Protect the Blue,” they preached. “Blue Lives Matter.” They did this so they could get inside to attack our elected officials. They wanted to “Hang Mike Pence,” or “Drag that motherfucker through the streets.” Another said she and her friend “were looking for [House Speaker Nancy] Pelosi to shoot her in the friggin’ brain.” They said they were there to stop the will of the people and halt our 224-year history of the peaceful transfer of power. These weren’t the international thugs and foreign terrorists of the movies trying to take over our country. Instead, these were people from our own communities—store owners, clerks, waiters, doctors, lawyers, IT specialists, real estate agents, CEOs, veterans and service members, police officers, accountants, retirees, and construction workers. Thousands of them screaming, spitting hate, and all with allegiance to one man: Donald Trump. After a while, some of you had to turn away. You couldn’t watch any longer. You couldn’t stomach what you were seeing because you just couldn’t believe this was happening. Not in America. Neither could I, even as I was battling insurrectionists and protecting our leaders. I’ve been thinking about that day a lot. In terms of raw carnage, blood, guts, and destruction, you and I have seen much worse. For decades we’ve viewed the bloodied, mauled, and maimed bodies of our American sons and daughters, chewed up by war, strewn across some faraway battlefield. Korea. Vietnam. Iran. The Persian Gulf. Somalia. Lebanon. Iraq. Afghanistan. We’ve seen the images of flag-covered coffins come home for heartbreaking ceremonies. The survivors with physical and mental injuries are daily reminders of their sacrifices. We watched as our cities burned from the 1960s to the 1990s, torn apart by racial injustice and strife, and as hundreds of mostly Black people were shot and killed by police and the National Guard. Washington. New York. Chicago. Detroit. Newark. Memphis. Atlanta. Los Angeles. Baltimore. Houston. Miami. More than 120 cities alone erupted after Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated in 1968. Meanwhile, every year for the past twenty-two years, we have relived 9/11. We revisit that horrible footage of thousands of Americans who perished in the World Trade Center after our enemies crashed jetliners into the buildings. We watched people so helpless, so terrified, that they leaped from windows to certain death. We still weep for the first responders who perished trying to save them. And then we saw the murder of George Floyd. All of it was horrific, all of it unforgettable. But January 6th was different. This was a more vicious gut punch, one made even crueler because we didn’t see it coming. The insurrectionists tried to destroy the very lifeblood of this nation, our democracy. This was not an attack on one piece of what we hold most dear, not one person, not one community, not one town, not one city. It was all our communities, all of us at the same time. It was everything we believe in. And a lot of you cried. I cried too. I cried that day when I was carrying a rioter who had been trampled by the mob to our medical unit for CPR. I was crying when I ran to Senator Mitch McConnell’s side office door because we got a call that some of his staff had locked themselves in against the rioters and needed help. Almost from birth, we are told that our country is special because we have a democracy. It is where every man and woman has a right—no, a duty—to have a say in how it operates. “We, the people.” Those are the first three words of the US Constitution. We are told of its history and its founders—George Washington, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, Alexander Hamilton, Nathan Hale, Patrick Henry. The American Revolution. Yes, it was imperfect. Only white men who owned land could vote, and hundreds of thousands of people were excluded from the process because they were slaves. Still, we grew up proud that no kings or queens lorded over us. We have a “government of the people, by the people, for the people.” Our government has an even greater special significance for some of us. For African Americans, our belief in its promise has been almost like a religion. We needed to believe. We had to believe. We had no choice. This place wasn’t right for us from the start. They brought us over in chains and changed our names and wiped out our culture even before there actually was an America. But almost from its birth, we have been trying to get America to do what Martin Luther King said in 1963: “Rise up, live out the true meaning of its creed: We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal.” Our struggle for democracy has threaded through Crispus Attucks, the first person killed in the American Revolution; the trial before the Supreme Court for the men and women of the slave ship La Amistad; the Dred Scott and Plessy v. Ferguson decisions; the Civil War; the Thirteenth, Fourteenth, and Fifteenth Amendments; Brown v. the Board of Education; the civil rights movement; and service by African Americans in every American war, even when our country didn’t want us there. Immigrants felt a special pain that day too, whether they came to America more than one hundred years ago or just got here. America is the place on which they have pinned their hopes and dreams. Some fled tyranny and persecution in their home countries; others left grinding poverty, and many, religious or ethnic bigotry. When they searched for a better life, they were united in their belief in a place called America. They quickly learned that our streets weren’t paved with gold. Yes, there was discrimination here, but it was the government’s job to protect them, not persecute them. They could fight that government and challenge that government to do what’s right. They could vote, and their vote would matter. They could even be the government. Consequently, immigrants, the children of immigrants, and the grandchildren of immigrants are interwoven in our government and our culture. No, America didn’t always live up to its promise. We’ve had some horrible things happen here, like when the nation locked Japanese citizens in internment camps during World War II. Still, nobody is jumping on boats to flee America like they are doing all over the world. Why? Because it’s America. That’s why January 6th hurt so much. It was a frightening wake-up call that our democracy, this thing we hold so precious, can be taken from us if we don’t protect it. My fellow officers and I gave it our all on January 6th. We stood our ground, and because we did, our democracy is still standing. There are no tanks roaming our capital like in other nations after a coup. There is no martial law. There is no National Guard patrolling our streets. And I still stand, and I continue to fight. It is why I testified, along with three fellow officers, before the January 6th Committee, so we can get to the bottom of what happened that day and what led up to it. It is why I testified in two trials of Oath Keepers, to make sure their leaders were convicted and sentenced to prison. It is the same reason I have appeared on scores of news programs to talk about what happened. I don’t do it because I want to be a celebrity. I do it because I want people to know what happened to me and to my fellow officers, and what almost happened to our nation. Some people appreciate what I have to say. I have received thousands of letters thanking me and urging me to keep moving forward. I get praise daily through social media. On the other hand, I have been vilified by folks like Tucker Carlson when he was at Fox News, Newsmax, and MAGA fans, people who would sacrifice our democracy in their worship of Trump. I have been cursed and called profane names, and my life has been threatened. I’ve even been accused of doing what I do for the public attention. If there is one thing that I want you to know about me, it’s this. I would give everything back, the Congressional Gold Medal, the meeting and medal from President Biden, every media interview, every television appearance, my trial testimony, and my appearance before a congressional committee, if it would mean that January 6th never happened. I don’t give a damn about any of those things. If January 6th hadn’t happened, my fellow officers who lost their lives in the wake of that horrible day would be here to be loved by their families and friends and appreciated by other United States Capitol Police officers. If January 6th hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t have gone through the mental anguish that I did and that I am still working through with counseling. If January 6th hadn’t happened, the place where I work wouldn’t be filled with regret and bad memories around every corner. If January 6th hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t be the subject of lies and ridicule all over the internet. I speak out not because I want something for me but because I want accountability. I want the people responsible for that day, including Trump and anybody else who conspired to breach the Capitol and try to halt our democracy, to pay a price, just like we paid a price. And I want us to never repeat a day like that. It is a stain on our nation. And if my detractors think I can somehow be scared away with their bullshit accusations and threats, they don’t know me. They don’t know Harry Dunn. I’ll continue to use my voice to protect this country. I’ll stand up to the lies and hate and racism and bigotry. I will always be standing my ground to make sure our democracy exists. And I’ll ask that you stand with me so that nothing like this ever happens again. We will get through this trauma. We will get through this nightmare, but only if we stand together. 

PROTECTING DEMOCRACY Most people don’t really know what we do as the Capitol Police. Before January 6th, many Americans probably didn’t know we existed, and many still don’t truly understand what we do, including my new friend Michael Fanone. Mike is the former Washington, DC, police officer who was seriously injured on January 6th while fighting alongside me and other officers to protect the Capitol. He joined the Capitol Police in the wake of the terrorist attacks on September 11, 2001, because that’s the kind of guy he is. He stayed in the role for a few years before becoming a DC police officer. At some point after January 6th, Mike erroneously said Capitol Police were “glorified security guards.” Nothing could be further from the truth. The department didn’t suit Mike because he wanted the adrenaline rush of being a street cop—undercover drug busts, dramatic takedowns, and car chases with squealing tires. We can do that too, but that’s not what we tend to do. In early 2023, for example, we were closing in on a car reported stolen not far from the Capitol and across the street from where members of Congress frequently hold television interviews. Two guys bolted from the car. We caught one right away. The other escaped into an apartment building and barricaded himself in a third-floor unit. We contained the area and brought out our negotiations team. Ultimately, we dispatched the SWAT unit. The SWAT unit was literally seconds from breaching the door of the apartment when the second suspect surrendered after a seven-hour standoff. Inside the car, we found a 9 mm handgun that had been turned into a machine-gun pistol and an M-4 rifle, like the one I carry at the Capitol. The rifle was a “ghost gun,” which means the parts were purchased online and put together without the rifle being registered. I am certified in M-4 weaponry and carry my registered rifle while I’m on duty to protect people in- and outside the Capitol. The weapons those guys had, however, are for committing crime. They can’t be connected to an individual if they are recovered by law enforcement. So, like I said, we have the capacity for that intense degree of law enforcement, and more, but that’s not our day-to-day. The Capitol Police have lots of capabilities, in part because we are a relatively large police department. No, we’re not New York or Los Angeles or Chicago or even Atlanta, but, according to the Justice Department, our two thousand officers make us a far larger force than 90 percent of the nation’s more than 12,200 local police departments and three thousand sheriff’s offices. Plus, we have all the machinery of most big-city departments—in some cases, even more. The Capitol Police have motorcycle cops, cops in cars, and a canine unit. We have a Riot Control Unit with all the special gear that big-city departments have. We have a Hazardous Devices Section, a Hazardous Material Response Team, Special Operations, and a Crime Scene Search Team. We have a Containment and Emergency Response Unit and a SWAT team. We have a Crisis Negotiation Unit, Reports Processing Team, Court Liaison Unit, and Special Events Section. I could go on, but I think you get the point. As a visitor to the Capitol, you seldom see members of those units. If you do, you’ve crossed into a bad space. The most visible element of the department is the Uniformed Services Bureau. That’s guys like me. We are a 24/7 team of officers who provide security for the Capitol and congressional office buildings. Our protection area goes from as far as H Street on the north side, P Street on the south side, Seventh Street on the east side, and Third Street on the west side. It is divided into the Capitol Division, which, obviously, is assigned to the entire Capitol, as well as a unit assigned to the House of Representatives, another to the US Senate, and another that covers the Library of Congress. We provide security and protection to the members and staff at three Senate office buildings that run along Constitution Avenue north of the Capitol: the Russell Senate Office Building, the Dirksen Senate Office Building, and the Hart Senate Office Building. We are also responsible for three buildings on Independence Avenue south of the Capitol: Cannon House Office Building, the Longworth House Office Building, and the Rayburn House Office Building. These buildings house the members of the House of Representatives and their staff. To the untrained eye, a lot of what we do could appear to be the work of security guards. We screen visitors to the Capitol Complex. We tamp down crime in and around the Capitol. We enhance relations with the community and its citizens as we help people find their way around a sprawling complex. What my friend Mike didn’t understand is that while we do all the things other police departments do, our core mission is not to fight crime. Our mission is to protect, to prevent crime, and to provide a safe space for democracy to function. Our job is not to chase a crime after it happens, which is the primary function of most police departments. Our job is to keep it from happening. Think about it for a moment. Do you think people—foreign and domestic—haven’t tried to shut down the Capitol and hold the nation hostage before January 6th? Do you think people with a grudge against a member of Congress or a senator haven’t wanted to take one of them out? No? In October 1983, an Israeli visiting the United States entered the Capitol with two plastic bottles filled with a flammable liquid, gunpowder, and improvised shrapnel. The device was rigged to a detonator with copper wire. He planned to explode it where it could do the most damage. Four plainclothes Capitol Police officers stopped him before he could. A month later, in a bathroom in the Capitol, two American members of a communist organization assembled a bomb that detonated and caused extensive damage. Fortunately, no one was killed or injured. After an investigation, they were tried and imprisoned. In 1998, a man with a history of paranoid schizophrenia, which included being committed for nearly two months in a Montana hospital, triggered the metal detector at a Capitol entrance. He was carrying a gun. When Capitol Police approached him, he shot and killed one officer and then wounded a tourist and another officer. He ran into the office of a member of Congress and fatally shot a Capitol Police detective who was assigned to protect the member of Congress. Before dying, the detective shot the man four times. The gunman survived and was subdued and arrested by two other police officers. Several lives were saved by that Capitol Police detective. There are other examples, including the anthrax letters a terrorist sent to two senators in the Capitol following the 9/11 attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. Those, though, should be enough to help you understand that our job is to ensure that the women and men you send to Washington to do your business have a safe place to do it, regardless of their party affiliation or politics. Yes, what they do is messy, it is complicated, and it is noisy. At times, it can be exasperating and tiresome. Still, it is the government we have chosen. So, we protect them. We also make sure that when you or your church, mosque, synagogue, or other organization comes to the Capitol to have your voice heard, you are protected, whether you come individually or in the tens or the hundreds or the thousands. You see us perform our job day after day, year after year. It’s all so baked into our democracy that you hardly think about it...

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You know folks, this is TRUTH... No matter what Trump and the Republicans are trying to do, they LIE
They have manipulated people like no other president ever has done. Even Nixon, another republican who was a criminal and left office in disgrace was a petty criminal in comparison...

I included the last video--it helps to consider one person's situation.
Right Reason? To me, it represents exactly how the beginning of the misinformation began and, I've learned that if you have lies repeatedly given by a president, then what can happen, it means somebody can decide they had a "right reason" to attack our CAPITOL
Now try to explain that to me...

My opinion, the rhetoric that led up to the January 6th Insurrection was going on for so long that repetition of misinformation led to how it happened for some.
I, on the other hand, had been somewhat of a fanatic keeping track of all that was done during the 2016 term
And, on January 6th, I was there watching as Trump incited people to go to the Capitol
I watched the January 6th congressional investigations
I've read follow-up books from a number of participants
I know Truth when I hear it because it supports what I had already seen by my own eyes and ears...
I feel sorry for the guy in the last video... and hope that what is going on right now to so many people, the lawlessness being initiated by the now president can be stopped by those who still have the will to fight for God's Truth...

God is Watching
I pray your actions support Him in all Ways
Gabby