From this Selma house, Martin Luther King made civil rights history – Los Angeles Times
Jawana Jackson scrunched her eyebrows, momentarily puzzled as she stared at a bedroom bureau.
“I really thought the pajamas were in one of these drawers,” she said in the tone of an aunt concerned that her visiting nephew might go without proper sleepwear.
Jackson lingered a moment, unsure. Then she poked a finger in the air.
“Oh, wait, I think they’re in here.” The 55-year-old walked to a second bedroom and opened another chest of drawers.
With the reverence one would show holiday china, Jackson pulled out a plastic storage bag. She unzipped it to reveal a pair of nondescript men’s pajamas, navy with yellow piping, then took out the contents and placed them on the bed.
“These were Uncle Martin’s pajamas,” Jackson said. “One of the pairs, anyway. He was always leaving them behind.”
“Uncle Martin” is the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr., and the place he was always leaving them behind is Jackson’s childhood home.
A gray-green bungalow on a scraggly block in this small Alabama city, the home’s unassuming facade conceals a remarkable trove of living history.
It was here that King stayed during a critical period of the civil rights movement. In 1964 and 1965, he planned a march from Selma to Montgomery at the home of his friend Sullivan “Sully” Jackson, a black dentist who lived in Selma with his wife, teacher Richie Jean, and their 5-year-old daughter, Jawana.
King knew it wouldn’t be safe to stay in a hotel with the political temperature rising. So he called Sully, and a home where the most vocal objections usually came only from a child at bedtime turned into one of the most important protest staging grounds in America.
There are more formal sites honoring the late leader — the King Center/ the MLK National Historic Site in Atlanta, or the National Civil Rights Museum in Memphis, Tenn. But perhaps none offers a better reminder that the movement King led was made up of real people, in ordinary spaces, unsure of whether the goals they were dreaming of would ever come to pass.
As if yesterday
In the family’s breakfast nook and at a dining room table, King convened allies such as Andrew Young, John Lewis and James Bevel to talk strategy. In the dining room, the same wicker-backed chairs are still positioned around the table, as if King had just stepped away for a moment.
Leaders were always coming in and out of the house — sometimes 15 or 20 at a time, Jackson remembers. Her mother kept a steady stream of chicken and cabbage and cornbread going. (This scene and several others from the house are re-created in the recent film “Selma,” which on Thursday was nominated for a best picture Oscar.)
In one of the family bedrooms, King would pen his sermons; he’d then deliver them at nearby churches to gird congregants for the fight ahead. The bedroom’s walls are painted in the same turquoise color, the bed covered in the same gold duvet — all preserved impeccably, like nearly everything else in the house. Jackson would often give up her bedroom to make room for King or one of his deputies.
In the living room, a cushioned chair is angled toward the television. The latter is a stout, wood-paneled affair, from the days when a TV was as much furniture as entertainment conduit. It was at this spot that King sat, watching as President Johnson gave the March 15, 1965, speech announcing the drafting of the Voting Rights Act.
The moment was captured in a famous Life magazine photograph, and as Jackson now stood in the spot with a copy of the image, the similarities were so uncanny that the only difference between the photo and real life was the absence of King.
“He was just sitting there like anyone else would, watching television, even though he was the reason the president was giving the speech,” Jackson said, still marveling at it.
Jackson now lives in Atlanta with her husband, Jim, and their spotted Great Dane, Rambo, a dog large enough to intimidate many horses. She runs a company that sells golf apparel but also spent much of the last three decades ensuring that her parents didn’t change a thing in the Selma home; she has also started a foundation for that purpose.
Her mother died a year ago (Sully died in 2004), and since then, Jackson has been weighing the logistics and finances of — and her appetite for — turning a place of so many private memories into a museum.
She knows it would be neither cheap nor easy, especially psychologically. Several times she said, “I’m going to do it; I think I’m going to do it,” without sounding entirely convinced.
But Jackson wants others to understand Uncle Martin from the inside, understand how the movement felt, understand what she saw as a girl.
Many nights, she remembers, King would disappear into one of the bedrooms to take a phone call from “someone important.” That someone was President Johnson, with whom King would spend hours in conversations. A phone — rotary, beige — still sits on the nightstand where King took those calls.
“I know there’s a controversy now,” Jackson said, alluding to a fracas around the film, which some say portrays the late president as unduly obstructionist to the civil rights movement. “But from my point of view, it isn’t true. Uncle Martin always came out smiling. They were happy conversations, good conversations. The phone calls produced action.”
King had a way with ordinary people too, Jackson said. Often, when the civil rights leader would see her for the first time in a while, she said, he would ask her to open her hand. He would then slip $5 into it. It’s a warm memory, but with a twist.
“I learned later from my father that whenever Uncle Martin knew he would see me, he would go see my father first. He would say, ‘Sully, can you give me $5 for Jawana?’ Because he never had $5 on him.” She laughed. “That was just the way he was. He just was never thinking about material possessions.”
The family comes off as welcoming in the film, which was directed by Ava DuVernay and produced by Oprah Winfrey. But Jackson said she wasn’t happy with how the production unfolded.
“I reached out many times, to no avail. DuVernay finally called me [during shooting, which took place in Atlanta and, to a lesser degree, Selma]. She said, ‘You’re really going to like it.’ But how does she know? Our family knew Uncle Martin and Uncle Andy [Young],” Jackson added. “How was I not consulted?” She said that she did not intend to see the film. Reached by email, DuVernay declined to comment.
Selma, then and now