Historical Committee

Mennonite Central Committee News Service

October 23, 1962

II - The Experiment in Peace
by Vincent and Rosemarie Harding

Near the middle of September we attended a two-day meeting of representatives of more than a score of organizations working in the field of human relations and civil rights. It was held in Atlanta.

In the midst of one session, a lawyer who had just returned from Mississippi predicted that desegregation and voter registration in the South would become more difficult as they moved away from the large cities and reached into the essentially rural-minded areas of the Deep South. There would be an increase in violence, he said. His Prophecy was echoed by several other persons of long experience.

Seventeen days later two men lay dead in the streets of Oxford, Miss. (significantly enough, they were white persons killed by other whites), and many others were injured as a result of rioting on the occasion of James Meredith's arrival at the University of Mississippi. The prediction had not failed.

When such news reaches into our homes and, perhaps, into our consciences, it is somewhat easier to answer a question that is often asked within our churches. The question is this: Why do we have Peace Section workers in the South? What does race relations have to do with our "peace witness?" Then the news begins to roll in. Five churches are burned in two months, simply because individuals gathered there (There is no other large gathering place for Negroes in the Deep South) to learn how to, register and vote. Houses are blasted by shotgun pellets and one Negro occupant in Mississippi is dangerously wounded. An armed white intruder is killed as he tries to force his way into a house to intimidate Negro persons who registered to vote. Twelve hundred arrests come in Albany, Ga., as a result of anti-segregation protests. The mutilated body of a Negro is dredged up from a river less than 50 miles away from a voter registration campaign spot in Mississippi. Some students and many drifters riot on the "Ole Miss" campus when one man seeks to enroll in his state university.

Such signs as these are clearly the sounds of fearful strife. Their violence and intensity startle us into the realization that peacemakers may well be needed here. They force us to wonder if we can call ourselves a "peace church" and yet stand back from such warfare, offering no witness of love. They offer a simple answer to the question: Why Peace Workers?

However, these are only the more obvious signs of conflict. These are the outward manifestations of violence. Rampant in the Deep South today is another kind of vlolence, a deeper level of destruction. Each day that segregation lasts (both in the South and in the North) it exacts a deadly toll upon the human spirit. On the one hand it robs men of their dignity, convinces them that they are less than fully human. It slashes deep wounds into the spirit and leaves thousands of great minds undiscovered, forced into the limbo of second-class existence. Worst of all it causes men to hate themselves because of their color and their parent- hood, eventually tempting them to curse God and die.

On the other hand, it deceives generations of persons into believing that their color makes them superior, that their color is a sign of God's favor to them--a brutal blasphemy. It creates a great abyss of fear and pride, prejudice and ignorance, over which so many have never found the courage to leap. Then when there comes any threat to the breaking down of this sinful destructive system, the fears and anxieties are increased a hundredfold, for men have lived this way for centuries, and they cannot bear to think of what a new way might be like. Their very being is threatened. They stand in dread. White kills white in the streets of Oxford. Fear begets fear and it is met in a hundred ways.

Perhaps we saw it most poignantly in the face of a filling station owner in southern Georgia who told us not long ago that men had called him late at night and threatened to blow up his station if he served our racially integrated MCC family. So he asked us not to stop there again. Fear had conquered his own regard for us.

This is the violence to the human spirit that is not caught in the newspaper. It can only be seen in a man's face by the gas pump, in a woman's eyes as she turns her back on her own son. This is the destructive power of segregation; and it is in response to this brutal toll on the hearts of both black and white that we have joined the South's strange but hopeful agony at this hour.

It is at the side of such suffering men that our Master calls us to stand. It is in the midst of such warfare that our Lord calls us to be peacemakers. And, paradoxically enough, this peace cannot come without hard, prayerful struggle. It must be fought for, perhaps died for, always remembering that "our fight is not against human foes," but "against the devices of the devil." (Ephesians 6, NEB). And segregation is surely one of his favorite devices. Thus the Book of Common Prayer calls the church to this petition: "... Grant us grace fearlessly to contend against evil, and to make no peace with oppression..."

Clearly, then, the peace we seek is not one of conformity to injustice, but a molding of men's hearts and institutions to the will of God. Only then can we find the peace which brings down the dividing walls of hostility. MCC has sent its workers here because of these things and because we know that the church will wither' and die of prosperity if it fails to involve itself in the real, burning issues of life, suffering poverty and persecution for the cause of truth.

What does this all mean in the daily living of our own ministry of reconciliation here? How do we minister to a parish as wide as the South? It is impossible to do, and hard to say in so limited a compass, but something can be told. For instance, Mennonite House itself, with its door always open, is a symbol of our search for Peace. Those who came in may hopefully find some intimation of peace in the welcome of the house and in the llfe of its occupants. In a sense, we are saying to them, "Here, imperfectly lived, is a suggestion of what a true community of brothers might be like; it is for this that we are working, that all might sham our joy." It is from the house, also, that the members of our own "peace corps" venture forth to their daily tasks of reconciling service throughout the city.

As a couple, our own ministry is less easily defined. Much of our time is spent working with those who are leading the struggle against segregation, whether it be in Albany or Atlanta. We seek to learn from them and to share with them our concern for reconciliation. They have taught us that reconciliation can never come at the cost of the honesty and dignity of any man. They have accepted our ministry of peace and they seek to be responsive to our concerns. Perhaps Martin Luther King had this in mind when he spoke to Vincent just before King's jailing in July. He said, "You must come down to Albany and help keep this a Christian movement."

We work, too, with those who oppose the breaking down of walls. Police chief and mayor, segregationists of many varieties are included on our list of visits. In a sense, we believe they need our ministry most of all. A subsequent article will describe this kind of ministry in some detail, using Albany as an example. Much of this work is simply the long, patience-rending task of sitting and talking with men, listening to their questions, prejudices and fears, then seeking to 'interpret a new way to them. It does not come easily, but we are convinced that this is the church's task. For while we have allowed the political and judicial forces to shame us in forwarding the cause of justice and equality, the church still has one last chance to show men the way beyond desegregation to a new community of brothers.

This is why so much of our time has been spent with church leaders in the South, especially those who are white. Often the encounters have found us acting as sympathetic confessors. Many of these men have suffered untold inner agonies and many have run so far from their consciences that they find it hard to return. At times they have unburdened themselves to us. We have sought to understand them and yet to encourage them to respond to Christ's call, a call that ever involves the crass. This is not a call that one answers with- out trembling. We who have avoided the call in the North cannot too easily scoff at those who seek to escape it in a place where it can cost their livelihood or their life. So we search and pray together with such men and women, our brothers in Christ.

These more personal approaches to our ministry are often interspersed with attendance at conferences of various kinds. They have included such meetings as a week-long institute on Non-violence in Montgomery, Alabama; a three-day conference on "Race and Politics" in North Carolina, and the recent annual meeting of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference in Birmingham, Alabama. It was at this latter meeting that Vincent was called upon to minister to a young member of the American Nazi Party who had leaped to the stage and assaulted Martin Luther King.

It is likely, though, that few aspects of our task are more meaningful, frustrating and rewarding than the encounters with our Mennonite churches of North and South. So often we have been so isolated as a church, intentionally and accidentally. So often we have thought of race as a problem confined to the South, while it was spilling all over our doorstep. We have asked who our neighbor was while stepping over his broken body and maimed spirit. So the task of interpreting the church's response to human need has been filled with joyful pain, and because we deeply love the church--in all of its manifestations--we have no choice but to go on.

Finally, it should be said that our assignment here has not neglected the more traditional concerns of our peace witness, though our approach has been somewhat heteradox.

On Easter morning, in the heart of downtown Atlanta, we stood silently for an hour at sunrise with a company of concerned persons, holding our prayer vigil in a public search "for peace and life" in a warring, dying world. We led and participated in two seminars with theological students and others on the questions of "The Christian and War," and. "Moral Suasion in Violent Times."

It was in February that the essential unity of these various approaches to peace really struck us, as we joined the national student pilgrimage for peace to Washington, D.C. On this journey by bus from Atlanta we were accompanying the first interracial group from the South to participate in such peace action. (We shared in this outward demonstration for two basic reasons. One was that we were convinced that Christians were meant to let the light of the Gospel of peace shine from the mountain top, and it appears that Washington, D.C. is one of the best peaks in the world. We went, too, because we wanted the youth who yearn for peace to know that the church shares their concern and is willing to walk through the snow in front of the White House with them. For it is only as we trudge the barricades of peace with them that we will have an opportunity to share with them our commitment to the Prince of Peace.)

It was on our return from Washington that we stopped at a Greyhound terminal in Athens, Georgia for breakfast early on Sunday morning. The waitress would not serve us at first and the students who had marched miles for world peace now faced again the realities of racial hostility across a lunch counter. Vincent was called upon to speak to the waitress, manager and finally to the students whose faces were beginning to show deep resentment and anger. Peace in Washington had to be joined with peace in Athens. Before long everyone was served.

Finally, just before leaving, a drunken white man threatened to start a fight with the group, and the search for peace was finally narrowed down to the lives of two men, as Vincent sat with him on a bench in a tense waiting room and sought to calm his fears. With our minds still seeing the picture of two solitary men facing each other, we left Athens realizing that the search for peace is indivisible, beginning and ending with the human heart, as that heart responds to the spirit of the Prince.

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Dirk Willems, Anabaptist Martyr, 1569. See Martyrs Mirror


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