The Smithsonian on line just included an article by Meilan Solly on the growing problem of sleep deprivation, with some saying they sleep less than 5 or 6 hours a night.(26 Dec. 2018) The author found nearly a third of Americans sleep deprived, especially in the Black and Hispanic communities. I posted a comment, which I also post below:
A decade ago, I taught in China. There was a 2-hour break after 12 noon, when I did some shopping and ate lunch. But the supermarket was quite empty of customers, and most cashier aisles were closed. Some workers napped near their cashier. On the walk to and from the market, some folks slept on their carts. When I sought to have office hours from 1 to 2, students complained that would interfere with their naps. I had not thought of the word SIESTA for China, but clearly many took the mid-day snooze.
Now retired, I sleep only 5 or 6 hours at night. But in the day, I take a nap.
Is the Western notion of 8 hours sleep a night simply a cultural norm, that may or may not be better than societies that have a broken sleep pattern, of some hours at night with a daily siesta?---Hugh Murray
I have taught at universities in the US, the UK, Germany and China and I have published in numerous academic journals. I was active in the Civil Rights movement in the 1960s demanding equal rights for Blacks. NOW I SUPPORT CIVIL RIGHTS AND DEMAND EQUAL RIGHTS FOR ALL CITIZENS, INCLUDING WHITES AND MEN. (For some of my more formal writing, go to http://www.anthonyflood.com/murray.htm you can find photos, etc.) For most of my writing, see Tulane University's Library, Special Collections.
Sunday, December 30, 2018
Saturday, December 1, 2018
"The Green Book" movie and an earlier,1962 integrated road trip in South
To All, I went to a movie last night and saw one I heartily recommend, The Green Book. It is "based" on a true story. I assume there were many, stronger, bitter words between the 2 main characters that are not mentioned in the film. I suspect it is sanitized. BUT IT IS STILL A GOOD FILM. No special effects. But the basics are there; the basics are true. If you can, see "The Green Book."
All that reminded me of a car trip I took in the South. The Green Book takes place in 1962; my trip was 1960. Hugh Murray
CAR-RIDE NEW ORLEANS TO MIAMI, AUGUST 1960
Hugh Murray
In
August 1960 the Congress of Racial Equality, which had been involved
in student sit-ins that had begun earlier that year, decided to hold
a training institute in Miami, Florida. I desperately wanted to
go, and the newly formed CORE chapter in New Orleans was preparing to
send some people. I assumed there would be about 1,000 people
from all over the nation who would meet in Miami. I was living
with my parents who were not enthusiastic. Would I be the only
white going? They asked. I told them another white from
Loyola U. of the South (a Jesuit institution) would be going.
He probably made it easier with his parents by telling them I was
going.
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from the NO area were finally set to go - one who was not an activist
but he had a car, Marvin Robinson, a student at Southern U. (in Baton
Rouge, which was then the largest Black university in the world).
I think he had been arrested in some of the SU protests in the spring
of 1960, and he also had a car. Ruth Dispenza, a young Black
woman (though physically very light), from New Orleans; another young
Black woman, I think it was Joyce Taylor; Rudy Lombard, leader of NO
CORE, and a student at Xavier U. in NO (a Black Roman Catholic
univ.), Archie Allen, a Black student at Dillard U. in NO (a Black
Protestant univ.), and the 2 whites.
We
were to depart from NO early in the morning. I did not want the
car to come to my parents home, where a possible argument and scene
might erupt. Oliver and I decided to stay the night NOT at our
homes, but renting a room at the Negro YMCA. He did not stay
the night, but went out the the French Quarter with friends for a
drinking session. I stayed but got little sleep. The room
had a large window, it was hot, humid summer night in NO, and no air
con or fan. Just outside my window was the big lighted sign for
the YMCA, the light filling my room. Far worse, there was no
screen on the window, and mosquitoes buzzed all night. I got
little sleep.
Oliver
would not be driving (I learned later he was legally blind). He
would be in the car with the 2 young women and the driver (who may
have been related to one of the women. So in that car was
Oliver (white), Ruth (looking, most would think who was white, though
she was not), and Joyce (Black) and the driver. I was in the
car with Marvin, Archie, and Rudy (they were all Black).
In
those days one could travel rather comfortably in an American car.
There were 3 seats in the front, 3 in the back, and one did not worry
with the discomfort and hassle of seat belts and other tortures
imposed on the modern riders. In our car, Archie had brought an
over-sized trunk that was too big for the automobiles boot or trunk,
so it lay on the back seat, occupying what would normally be the
seats of 2 people. So we only had room to seat 4 people. Archie did
not drive, and since his trunk made it impossible for anyone to sleep
in the back seat, he volunteered to sit in the middle front seat,
least comfortable on the 22-hour journey.
I was not driving when we first had to stop for gas (petrol) in the
very conservative state of Mississippi. In those days a gas station
was a “service” station, and a young man would first come out to
wipe the windshield, before asking how much gas to pump into your
car. Before he came, I rushed out to the restroom (toilet), hoping
he would not realize we were a mixed (racial) group. The others then
followed. I tried to reenter the car only after the clerk was
returning to the cash area of the station. We ate in Tallahassee, a
diner operation, and perhaps Marvin knew of it through the Green
Book, so it was mainly a Black eatery. I was driving deep into the
night going south down into Florida. I went to sleep at the wheel.
Happily, the car veered slightly to the right, we went only slightly
off the paved highway and the right tires hit gravel, which caused
noise and the car to jostle a bit waking all the occupants. Someone
else decided to drive after that.
We
arrived safely at the Negro motel where we would be staying and where
CORE had scheduled its conference. It took 22 hours for our road
trip. Not much happened to make it a topic for a movie – happily.
The conference was nothing like I expected, for instead of a thousand
participants, there were only about 50. It was a 3-week training
session in non-violence. Most of our session were held during the
day in the motel's cocktail lounge. One day our teacher was baseball
legend Jackie Robinson, who was also promoting the cause of Richard
Nixon and the Republicans (August of 1960 was a presidential election
year). On another day, the teacher was Martin Luther King, Jr., who
at that time was only quietly for John Kennedy and the Democrats.
His father, an influential minister in Atlanta, had been for Nixon,
as he was worried about a possible Catholic president. However, once
his son was jailed and the Kennedy's made phone calls to help him,
the elder King openly supported the Democratic candidate.
Part
of our learning was testing. In Miami there was a major supermarket
with a restaurant inside. The restaurant was segregated. We were
divided into groups and entered the restaurant and took seats. Most
of the CORE groups sat at tables to integrate the eatery. Police
were called, and many of our group were arrested. Only 2 were at our
table, Ruth and me, but as most assumed she was white, we were not
arrested (though, in fact, we were integrating the restaurant).
A
few Miamians joined the CORE institute, including the son of A D
Moore, who was a student at Dillard in NO, and Bob Kunst, who in the
1970s would lead the campaign against Anita Bryant and for gay
rights. One organization very sympathetic to ours was the Jewish
Culture Society, which lent us their main room for a dance. You
could easily distinguish between the 2 groups, their youngest member
was about 60, while most of ours were early 20s. I do remember
learning how to do the twist from Ruth at that dance.
I
recall little of the return trip. I think we had more in the car, so
perhaps Archie's trunk went in the other car. Coming with us was a
white young woman from NY, Dottie Miller, who would later marry
southern white Bob Zellner. The Zellners were leaders in the early
days of the civil rights movement in SNCC and in the Mississippi
Freedom Summer efforts of 1964.
Back
in New Orleans, Rudy Lombard continued to lead NO CORE. NO, the
largest city in the South for over a century, was soon to lose it
place with the upcoming census. NO had had no sit-in. In early
September 1960, Ruth was the chosen leader, as 7 of us were arrested
after being read the law, literally, by the then DA of NO Dowling.
Archie Allen, Joyce Taylor, me, another white from Tulane Bill
Harrell, and 2 others were arrested. The local NAACP opposed us and
our sit-in. But soon the Youth NAACP supported us, and more people
joined CORE.
We
7 were convicted of a felony. During the trial, we had all sat
together with our attorneys, who were Black. When the judge saw
this, he threatened us with contempt of court for race mixing his
courtroom. So Bill Harrell and I moved away from the others and from
our attorneys. Our convictions were upheld on the local an state
levels, but eventually, after some years, the US Supreme Court made a
decision in our favor.
In 1961 CORE would originate the Freedom Rides of the 1960s, in which integrated buses from the North were sent south to end in New Orleans, but often they were attacked along the way in Alabama or Mississippi when they sought to integrate bus terminal facilities along the way. CORE National leader James Farmer beginning in 1961 would eventually furn for Congress in Brooklyn as a Republican, but he lost. He then had an office in the Administration of Republican Richard Nixon.
This
summary of events is written 58 years after the events, so there may
be some errors.