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African-American History
Adam Clayton Powell, Jr.
Black Power Between Heaven and Hell
by Tony Chapelle
During the middle girth of this century, Adam Clayton Powell Jr. was
the equivalent of the rap group Public Enemy, the protest politician Jesse
Jackson, and the Congressional Black Caucus all in one.
Like Public Enemy, Powell "dissed" white America for its racism
and hypocrisy, with one of his clearest refrains being akin to "You
Can't Trust 'Em." When he demanded changes in society, Powell, as
Jackson would years later, commanded so much attention in Washington and
with the media that he became known as "Mr. Civil Rights." And
as the first African-American congressman from the northeast, and for decades
the only militant African American on the Hill, Powell had the guts to
push through laws that forced America to stop locking African Americans
out of industries and institutions.
He didn't behave like most African-American politicians. "I'm the
first bad Negro they've had in Congress," he bragged. He made more
enemies on Capitol Hill than perhaps any legislator before or since.
He didn't behave like a typical African-American minister. "I believe
only in the teaching of Jesus," he said, "I am not a full-Bible
Christian." And he felt this distinction gave him wide moral latitude.
He openly drank alcohol, smoked, and had adulterous affairs. When he strode
up the aisle of his packed church to preach, women parishioners later admitted
to being distracted from thoughts of God by enrapture with the tall playboy-
minister.
Powell was born in New Haven, Connecticut, in 1908. His father, who
missed by one month being born into slavery, pastored the most prestigious
African-American church in New York City, Abyssinian Baptist.
He stopped and started through a checkered college career, first attending
City College of New York. Eventually, he flunked out. After that, Adam
went into a serious party mode. These were the Roaring '20s. Harlem, with
hundreds of speakeasies, rent parties, and dance halls, was a wild bachelor's
paradise. The little money he made as a kitchen helper, he spent on gambling,
women, and liquor.
But Adam's father pushed him back into college, this time to almost
all-white Colgate University in up-state New York. Young Powell began studies
to become a surgeon but, later, with some prodding, realized that one day
his father's well-off church could be his for the asking, so he changed
his mind about medicine to become a healer of souls.
Upon graduation, his parents gave him a present of a trip to Europe,
the Holy Land, and Egypt. When he returned, he enrolled in Union Theological
Seminary, then later in Columbia University Teachers' College, where he
eventually took a master's degree in religious education.
While he worked on postgraduate studies, Powell helped thousands in
his community to eat and find clothes and jobs. The Great Depression had
America on the dole and in despair. As assistant pastor under his father
at Abyssinian, Powell helped operate a free food pantry, job referral service,
and literacy classes. His compassion became legendary when it was rumored
that Adam once took the shoes from his own feet and gave them to a poor
man for whom the church clothing bin had no proper sizes.
As he matured into adulthood, Powell began speaking out against the
institutional racism ingrained in New York. In a short time, he racked
up successes in getting jobs back for doctors, forcing bus companies to
hire African-American drivers and mechanics, as well as squeezing white
store owners with the "Don't Buy Where You Can't Work" campaign.
"It's in your hand," he admonished his people. "Just
like little David had those smooth stones and killed big Goliath with them.
Use what you have right in your hand. That dollar...that ten cents. Use
your vote. The Negro race has enough power right in our hands to accomplish
anything we want to."
In 1941, he became New York City's first African-American councilman.
By 1944, he had won a seat in Congress. It was heady, but lonely as one
of the only two African Americans in the U.S. House; particularly since
the other, William Dawson of Chicago, was more seen than heard, careful
to not upset the status quo.
Adam immediately ripped into Congress for allowing lynching of African-American
men to continue. He railed against the unconstitutional Southern practice
of charging would-be, African-American voters "poll taxes." Even
Democratic presidents Roosevelt and Truman, who owed African Americans
for having voted for them, had to be dragged into issuing executive orders
ending discrimination in military bases and war factories. If his colleagues
ignored him and voted down his proposals; if Truman, or Eisenhower, Kennedy,
or Johnson wouldn't grant him a personal session to discuss civil rights
or helping the poor, Powell made vicious public statements or sent embarrassing
"open" telegrams to the press describing their insensitivity.
Powell perfected a role as agitator. "Whenever a person keeps prodding,
keeps them squirming...it serves a purpose. It may not in contemporary
history look so good, but...future historians will say, 'They served a
purpose."'
He was African-American pride personified. He swaggered into the congressional
dining room and barber shop Knowing full well that African Americans were
not served there, and demanded service. He won it. He badgered racist congressmen
and stopped their habit of saying the word "nigger" in sessions
of Congress.
One of his most dangerous legislative weapons was the "Powell Amendment,"
a rider he tried to attach to any proposals for federal funds. The beauty
of the Amendment was that, if successfully attached to a bill, it would
nullify federal grants to state or local governments if the agencies receiving
the money discriminated. This meant, for example, that even school districts
in the deepest South had to open their doors to African-American teachers
and students or I risk losing funds set aside for them.
Voters from Harlem elected Powell as their representative nearly two
dozen times. With long service in Congress comes seniority and ultimately
the chance to head one of the powerful committees that draft bills that
the full House and Senate eventually vote on. After the election of 1960,
Powell took over as chairman of the House Education and Labor Committee.
In that role, he had more concrete power than any African- American man
on the planet. His little club, as it were, could initiate proposals worth
billions of dollars and decisions affecting millions of Americans, and
hundreds of schools, labor unions, and employment practices.
Here was where Powell made his greatest contributions. He oversaw passage
of the backbone of President Kennedy's "New Frontier" and President
Johnson's "Great Society" social programs: A sweeping anti- poverty
bill, an increased minimum wage, a National Defense Education Act that
benefitted generations of high school and college students.
Yet in the new book, Adam Clayton Powell Jr.: The Political Biography
of an American Dilemma, Columbia University professor Charles V. Hamilton,
an African American, courageously addresses old allegations that Powell
misused his clout to clean up consequences of his personal excesses.
The extravagant New Yorker suffered more than a decade of court cases
over tax fraud, and for taking kickbacks from employees who no longer worked
for him. Hamilton presents evidence that Powell supported Republican president
Dwight Eisenhower for re-election in 1956 in exchange for a promise that
Ike would kill the investigation.
There is no denying, however, that despite his commitment to civil rights
for his people, Adam Powell Jr. was no paragon of virtue. He was egocentric,
self-indulgent, and often treacherous. To keep Martin Luther King Jr. From
picketing at the Republican convention where Eisenhower was to be nominated,
Powell threatened to publicly (and surely, falsely) announce that King
was having a homosexual relationship with another civil rights activist,
Bayard Rustin.
He had no permanent friends, only permanent interests. At some points,
he aligned with traditional civil rights groups, then when it suited his
purposes he'd accuse them of being made up of Uncle Toms not worthy of
African Americans' support.
Ultimately, Powell used up his political currency. Members of the House,
happy to find a reason to silence him, expelled him for pocketing congressional
employment paychecks to his wife, and for taking junkets abroad with female
staffers. The fighter in him took the case all the way to the Supreme Court.
He won back his seat. Even then, he was docked $25,000 to repay the illegal
kickback. But the people of Harlem grew tired of Powell's unbelievable
record of roll call absences and endless litigations. In 1970, they finally
voted him out. Two years later, he died of prostate cancer at the age of
63.
Today, he isn't as ubiquitous a symbol of African-American determination
as Malcolm X; you seldom find his likeness on t-shirts, or see film clips
of his speeches within music videos. Nor is his picture reverently displayed
in magazine ads during Black History Month like Martin Luther King, Jr.'s.
But African Americans with a knowledge of their history remember Powell
as the risk taker who made it possible for later generations of African-American
politicians such as Jesse Jackson, Rep. Ron Dellums, and Willie Brown of
the California Assembly to stand unbowed in the arena of political horse
trading.
And in Harlem, where a state office building and a broad boulevard are
named for him, you can occasionally still visit an apartment home where
his picture adorns a place of honor.
Tony Chapelle is a freelance writer in New York City.
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