Drum Magazine Issue 2 | Page 80

7 8 Freedom Ain’t Nothin’ But A Word As the queue nudged forward I found myself humming Gil Scott Heron’s Johannesburg. “L.A.’s like Johannesburg, New York’s like Johannesburg, Detroit’s like Johannesburg...Freedom ain’t nothing but a word ain’t nothing but a word…let me see your ID” For these two contrasting yet similar mornings were an illustration that freedom is not a static state, a set of rights which, once accomplished can be relied upon to remain eternally. It is a an ongoing struggle which once attained must be extolled, defended and whenever possible extended. “The law got rid of segregation and the law can bring it back,” one administrator at the University of Michigan explained, after the university’s affirmative action program to enhance the opportunities of African American, latino and white students in the admissions process had been challenged in the US Supreme Court. What those who came before us have gained can, if not protected, be removed so that we have nothing to pass on to those who come after. “If there is no struggle, there is no progress,” said 19th century abolitionist, Frederick Douglass. “Those who profess to favour freedom yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without ploughing up the ground; they want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters.” The means of both defending and undermining those freedoms of course change with the times. During the Fifties and Sixties African Americans were barred from the polls with police dogs, water cannons and billy clubs. Those who made it through the barrage of racial abuse from the mob and state-sponsored violence were often denied the franchise after failing to answer impossible questions like how many stars are there in the sky or how many grains in a bag of flour.