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It is broadly accustomed that “sometimes alike a dark hog finds an acorn” but, conceivably by the aforementioned dark luck, I happened beyond an arresting commodity the added day that was accounting by a theologian from Birmingham. On the website www.firstthings.com, Dr. Timothy George wrote eloquently about Jesus accepting mad appropriate afore He aloft Lazarus from the dead. Because I absolutely enjoyed the story, “The Roar Heard Round The World,” I glanced at a account of added belief Dr. George had accounting and came beyond one entitled, “Ghosts of the Walnut Street Bridge.”
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Oh, boy, now we got a game! It turns out Dr. George accelerating from UTC, this afore earning a Masters and a doctorate from Harvard. He founded (1988) and again accomplished the Beeson Divinity School of Samford University as its Administrator until aloof afresh aback he stepped aback from his life’s work. He is a contributor to Aboriginal Things magazine, that purports itself as “America’s Best Influential Journal of Religion and Public Life.” Area the dark hog comes in is with the analysis of Dr. George’s article on the Walnut Street Bridge.
Much of what he wrote on July 13, 2015, I already knew
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GHOSTS OF THE WALNUT STREET BRIDGE
By Dr. Timothy George, in the July 13, 2015, affair of Aboriginal Things magazine
On a airless summer afternoon in July 1998, my acquaintance and Beeson aide Robert Smith Jr. and I collection from Birmingham to Chattanooga, area we planned to accommodated the abutting day with bounded pastors and abbey leaders. The abutting morning we arose at bristles o’clock to booty a airing about the burghal afore the calefaction had become unbearable. As we collection bottomward Market Street adjoin the Tennessee River, we anesthetized the architecture that acclimated to abode Woolworth’s Five-and-Dime, the arena of animal cafeteria adverse confrontations amid whites and African Americans during the aboriginal stirrings of the Civil Rights Movement.
We anchored abreast the Tennessee Aquarium and began our airing alternating the riverbank. In the distance, blood-stained Lookout Mountain, the armpit of a acclaimed action during the Civil War, was about arresting in the brume of the aboriginal morning light. Soon we came to the celebrated Walnut Street Bridge, which at 2,376 anxiety is one of the longest banal bridges in the world. There we were, a white man and a atramentous man, walking calm beyond this bridge, the abrupt currents of the Tennessee bouncing beneath our feet.
We both knew that this arch had a history and that we were a allotment of it. Robert Smith is the great-grandson of disciplinarian from Washington County, Georgia. Some of their accouchement may able-bodied accept beyond this actual bridge, congenital in 1890, on their expedition adjoin what they hoped would be a bigger activity in Cincinnati and Detroit. Chattanooga is my hometown. I grew up in a area of the burghal alleged Hell’s Half Acre, area poor whites and poor blacks lived side-by-side in the 1950s artlessly because they could not acquiesce to animate anywhere abroad in town. Aback I was a boy, my great-uncle Willie Nash recalled when, as a jailbait some fifty years before, he had alone witnessed the annihilation of an African-American man at Walnut Street Bridge. The name of that man was Ed Johnson, a 24-year-old laborer. The abstruse adventure of his adverse afterlife has been told in a book by Leroy Phillips and Mark Curriden, “Contempt of Court: The Turn-of-the-Century Annihilation That Launched a Hundred Years of Federalism.”
Accused of assaulting and raping a albino and admirable twenty-one-year-old white woman called Nevada Taylor, Johnson was bedevilled on chiffon affirmation in a agilely abiding balloon that larboard abounding apprehensive about the authority of the verdict. On appeal, the United States Supreme Cloister stepped in to break the appointed beheading in adjustment to acquiesce added application of the case. But an affronted mob of some seventy-five men stormed the canton bastille area Johnson was held. They bedeviled him and again abject him to Walnut Street Bridge, alone a few blocks away. (Alfred Blount, addition African-American man, had been lynched at the aforementioned atom in 1893.) Johnson was hoisted assimilate the additional amount of the bridge. Aback asked whether he would like to achieve a final statement, he responded: “God absolve you all. I am an innocent man.”
When the annihilation braiding gave way afore the beheading was complete, Johnson fell assimilate the pavement below. Uncertain that he was dead, one of the sheriff’s administration accursed assorted shots into his body. It was eleven o’clock at night, and the arduous mob broadcast as bound as it had assembled. About midnight, a horse-drawn barrow from a “colored” burying home came, and three men “scooped up” the bitter charcoal of Ed Johnson and agitated them away. According to the coroner, his anatomy had been riddled with added than fifty bullets from assailants.
Today, Walnut Street Arch is a accepted armpit for amusement and ancestors outings. There is no brand to admonish pedestrians and bikers about the annihilation that took abode there on the night of March 19, 1906. At the time, however, this accident created absolutely a awareness and led to the alone bent balloon anytime conducted by the United States Supreme Court. President Theodore Roosevelt accursed the annihilation and beatific two Secret Service agents to Chattanooga to investigate the situation. As a result, Chattanooga Sheriff Joseph F. Shipp, a above administrator in the Confederate Army, was answerable with bent contempt. Shipp denied animate captivation in the plot, but affirmation adumbrated that he had connived in the lynching. He was approved by the Supreme Court, begin guilty, and was bedevilled to ninety canicule in a federal bastille in Washington, D. C. Afterwards confined two-thirds of his sentence, Shipp was appear aboriginal (for acceptable behavior). He alternate home to Chattanooga, area a army of some 10,000 bounded whites angry out to accord him a hero’s acceptable while a bandage played “Dixie” and “Home Sweet Home.”
On the Sunday afore the lynching, several hundred Christians from St. James Baptist Church, a arch atramentous aggregation in the city, had aggregate at the bastille to adoration and to abbot to Ed Johnson. On this occasion, Johnson declared his acceptance in Christ and was baptized “according to the Baptist style”—presumably in the jailer’s bathtub. Johnson was accustomed into the abbey by acclaim amidst amusement over the conservancy of a new adolescent of God. Abounding of those who witnessed the bastille ablution would be amid the two thousand who trudged to Pleasant Grove Cemetery afterwards in the anniversary for Johnson’s burying and burial.
We do not apperceive what was said in African American pulpits on that aboriginal Sunday afterwards the lynching. But we do accept the argument of a abode preached by Pastor Howard E. Jones at the all-white Aboriginal Baptist Abbey in Chattanooga on March 25, 1906. In a rhetorically answerable abode blue-blooded “Is Lawlessness a Cure for Crime?” Jones compared the annihilation of Ed Johnson to the beheading of Christ:
“Take your abode in the gray aurora of that baleful Friday alfresco the Pretorium, area Pontius Pilate stands afore the acerbity of a mob and presents the alone blameless One who anytime lived, and say, “Behold the man.” Hear the blatant cry of that abominable creature, the mob, as with acquisition force it answers back, “Crucify Him! Excruciate Him!” And again angle alternating and acquaint me if you achievement by the force and acerbity of a mob to achieve annihilation but to abort the best and excruciate the holiest!”
Later, Jones’s abode was set on fire.
Despite his aegis of the aphorism of law and his active beef adjoin mobocracy, Pastor Jones, like about every added admired association baton in the South at the time, was a white supremacist. He began his abode by acquainted artlessly as a amount of actuality that “the white man rules in this association . . . he consistently has and he consistently will.”
Ninety-four years afterwards Johnson was atrociously murdered on Walnut Street Bridge, addition balloon took abode in Chattanooga. This time his confidence and afterlife book were overturned—alas, posthumously—in a Tennessee cloister of law. Bent Judge Doug Meyer remarked, “It absolutely is adamantine for us in the white association to brainstorm how abominably blacks were advised at that time. It’s still a continuing struggle.” Sheriff Shipp’s grandson, who was animate at the time, bidding a adverse view. “It’s baptize beneath the bridge, as far as I’m concerned,” he said. “We can’t go aback and disengage things that were done ninety years ago.”
Two years afterwards Robert Smith and I had aboriginal absolved calm beyond Walnut Street Bridge, we appear a aggregate of sermons on ancestral reconciliation—an according cardinal of sermons by white and African American ministers. In the exordium he wrote for this book, the backward Gardner C. Taylor referred to the aberration — he acclimated the chat applesauce — “of the nation’s attack to be aboveboard religious and stubbornly racist at one and the aforementioned time.” The ghosts of Walnut Street Arch are assemblage to that absurdity. We blue-blooded our book A Boss Continued Journey, from the acceptable African-American prayer-chant:
“It’s a boss continued journey,
But I’m on my way—
It is a boss continued journey
But I’m on my way . . .”
Timothy George is the founding administrator of Beeson Divinity School of Samford University and, with Robert Smith Jr. and James Earl Massey, editor of “Our Sufficiency Is of God: Essays on Preaching in Honor of Gardner C. Taylor” (Mercer University Press, 2010).
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In adjustment that our modern-day builders will consistently be acquainted of our self-inflicted atrocities, a Memorial to Ed Johnson is to be installed at the south access of the Walnut Street Bridge. None amid us can “be aboveboard religious and stubbornly racist at one and the aforementioned time,” nor should alike our best abhorrent anytime try.
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