The word of a white man
In 1948, Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist Ray Sprigle shaved his hair and mustache and went to Florida to acquire a deep tan. Then he went South as James R. Crawford, a light-skinned Black man from Pittsburgh. Sprigle was on an undercover mission, aided by the national secretary of the NAACP, to expose Jim Crow injustices and cruelties.
For four endless, crawling weeks I was a Negro in the Deep South.
I ate, slept, traveled, lived Black. I lodged in Negro households. I ate in Negro restaurants. I slept in Negro hotels and lodging houses. I crept through the back and side doors of railroad stations. I traveled Jim Crow in buses and trains and street cars and taxicabs. Along with 10,000,000 Negroes I endured the discrimination and oppression and cruelty of the iniquitous Jim Crow system.
In one of the most harrowing stories in the article, Sprigle is horrified to learn about a Clarksdale, Mississippi, mother and newborn baby who died because their local hospital didn’t admit Black people:
Dr. Hill didn't even seek admission for his wife and unborn baby. Just before midnight he put them into an ambulance and started a mad drive north to Memphis and its Negro hospital, 78 miles away, in a desperate race with death.
Though we balk at blackface (however it is presented) today, many in 1948 saw Sprigle’s undercover work as the only way to reach a large segment of the white population, in that white people would believe the experiences of a white man. Sadly, this is often still true today.
Listen to Black people. Believe them when they tell you about their experiences.
This booklet, reprinted from the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, includes a response from Mississippi journalist Hodding Carter. It is held in the Mississippi State University Libraries’ Special Collections.
Those interested can read Sprigle’s entire piece here.