Busing Circa 1969 as Seen Today
by Kirby Olson (August 2018)
If men were angels, no government would be necessary
Montpelier sat before the Blue Ridge Mountains an adumbration
of heaven. Just over those mountains is West Virginia.
Over there were few slaves, but Madison’s house was
surrounded by fields, slaves worked them, providing yields,
of wheat and tares, and barleycorn, while he labored on the problem
of freedom. Before a gorgeous window he squibbed the Bill of
Rights, but few of his slaves could read. One wrote a book, and
another earned a patent. When I visited, the house belonged to the
Federal Government. It was a Landmark. Unable to explain the
capacious grace or the spare yet ornate luxury, busy but calm, it was
the day before Thanksgiving, 2012. The trees were not yet all yellow.
Madison believed in checks and balances, but wanted the Judiciary
to check the Legislature, and thought the judges should not be the
barbarous poor with mud on their boots from Alabama. It was
the Warren Court who, when I was a boy in Virginia, decided to
send me to a mixed school on a poky bus to solve the problem of
inequality, by ridding us of separation. They would put us in one poke.
With a stroke of the pen, the race question was settled for us to dodge
with spitballs and fast reflexes. Then there was white flight, out of the
urban, as whites went to West Virginia, and other rural areas.
My family fled to northeastern Pennsylvania, where blacks were few.
I listened to Jefferson Airplane with a black friend. Blacks had been
treated like Jews on the plantations. Madison had done better than
some, and nearby at Ashlawn, Monroe had qualms. Slaves had no
families, but some were able to solve equations, or talk turkey.
The tractors’ wheels like Roosevelt dimes in northeastern Pennsylvania
rolled over the rills before the Johnstown Flood erased the farmers.
The costs have increased a hundred-fold since Jefferson’s nickel.
Where slaves once ministered to James Madison’s fields,
the National Trust tills the race course beside Montpelier today.
Federalists wanted the magistrates to review laws:
legislation that streamlined the administration
and “elevated the level of decision-making”*
to that of a golden quill behind armored fenestration,
such that we could have Brown vs. Board of Education.
At eleven I was bussed in Virginia near the District of C.
Southern whites formed alliances against northern whites.
Black gangs formed, too, arming themselves w/slingshots:
flying paperclips in the classroom, firecrackers at lunch,
knives flashing in the bathrooms—the final arbiter—the zipgun.
I snoozed on the one-hour morning commute, as Levi-Strauss
droned on in my anthropology book, on the Race Question.
Gangs of kids moved according to ancient variables, while
circles of squares at Dupont Circle toasted desegregation.
Many today think busing was worth the aggravation.
*Professor Gordon Wood at Brown University during a conference on Liberty held on Saturday, October 29, 2011 paraphrasing the philosophy of James Madison and the Federalists on the importance of leaving the judiciary in the hands of the highly educated.
Kirby Olson is a tenured English professor at SUNY-Delhi in the western Catskills. His books include a novel (Temping), about an English professor who starts a circus in Finland; a book of poems entitled Christmas at Rockefeller Center
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