Madam Speaker, I rise today to recognize and honor Fannie Lou Hamer, whose speech on the violent oppression of Black voting rights on August 22, 1964 still rings too true today. Delivered to the Credentials Committee of the Democratic…
Madam Speaker, I rise today to recognize and honor Fannie Lou Hamer, whose speech on the violent oppression of Black voting rights on August 22, 1964 still rings too true today. Delivered to the Credentials Committee of the Democratic National Convention, her speech details the violence at the hands of agents of the state that she and other Black Americans encountered
in trying to register to vote in Mississippi in 1962 and 1963.
The various barriers, via literacy tests and intimidation, as well as the physical beatings endured by Fannie Lou Hamer and her compatriots remind us of the critical importance of the proactive right to vote. She was a civil rights leader fighting for voting rights and women's rights. She dedicated her life to speaking up and out through her activism and campaigns for elected office. Her words continue to inspire and to underscore the importance of supporting the right to vote in the face of new barriers and new, surreptitious Jim Crow laws.
Madam Speaker, I include in the Record the full text of her remarks delivered on that day in 1964.
Testimony Before the Credentials Committee, Democratic National
Convention, Atlantic City, New Jersey--August 22, 1964
Mr. Chairman, and to the Credentials Committee, my name is
Mrs. Fannie Lou Hamer, and I live at 626 East Lafayette
Street, Ruleville, Mississippi, Sunflower County, the home of
Senator James O. Eastland, and Senator Stennis.
It was the 31st of August in 1962 that eighteen of us
traveled twenty-six miles to the county courthouse in
Indianola to try to register to become first-class citizens.
We was met in Indianola by policemen, Highway Patrolmen,
and they only allowed two of us in to take the literacy test
at the time. After we had taken this test and started back to
Ruleville, we was held up by the City Police and the State
Highway Patrolmen and carried back to Indianola where the bus
driver was charged that day with driving a bus the wrong
color.
After we paid the fine among us, we continued on to
Ruleville, and Reverend Jeff Sunny carried me four miles in
the rural area where I had worked as a timekeeper and
sharecropper for eighteen years. I was met there by my
children, who told me that the plantation owner was angry
because I had gone down to try to register.
After they told me, my husband came, and said the
plantation owner was raising Cain because I had tried to
register. Before he quit talking the plantation owner came
and said, ``Fannie Lou, do you know--did Pap tell you what I
said?''
And I said, ``Yes, sir.''
He said, ``Well I mean that.'' He said, ``If you don't go
down and withdraw your registration, you will have to
leave.'' Said, ``Then if you go down and withdraw,'' said,
``you still might have to go because we are not ready for
that in Mississippi.''
And I addressed him and told him and said, ``I didn't try
to register for you. I tried to register for myself.'' I had
to leave that same night.
On the 10th of September 1962, sixteen bullets was fired
into the home of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Tucker for me. That same
night two girls were shot in Ruleville, Mississippi. Also Mr.
Joe McDonald's house was shot in.
And June the 9th, 1963, I had attended a voter registration
workshop; was returning back to Mississippi. Ten of us was
traveling by the Continental Trailway bus. When we got to
Winona, Mississippi, which is Montgomery County, four of the
people got off to use the washroom, and two of the people--to
use the restaurant--two of the people wanted to use the
washroom.
The four people that had gone in to use the restaurant was
ordered out. During this time I was on the bus. But when I
looked through the window and saw they had rushed out I got
off of the bus to see what had happened. And one of the
ladies said, ``It was a State Highway Patrolman and a Chief
of Police ordered us out.''
I got back on the bus and one of the persons had used the
washroom got back on the bus, too.
As soon as I was seated on the bus, I saw when they began
to get the five people in a highway patrolman's car. I
stepped off of the bus to see what was happening and somebody
screamed from the car that the five workers was in and said,
``Get that one there.'' When I went to get in the car, when
the man told me I was under arrest, he kicked me.
I was carried to the county jail and put in the booking
room. They left some of the people in the booking room and
began to place us in cells. I was placed in a cell with a
young woman called Miss Ivesta Simpson. After I was placed in
the cell I began to hear sounds of licks and screams, I could
hear the sounds of licks and horrible screams. And I could
hear somebody say, ``Can you say, `yes, sir,' nigger? Can you
say `yes, sir'?''
And they would say other horrible names.
She would say, ``Yes, I can say `yes, sir.' '' ``So, well,
say it.''
She said, ``I don't know you well enough.''
They beat her, I don't know how long. And after a while she
began to pray, and asked God to have mercy on those people.
And it wasn't too long before three white men came to my
cell. One of these men was a State Highway Patrolman and he
asked me where I was from. I told him Ruleville and he said,
``We are going to check this.''
They left my cell and it wasn't too long before they came
back. He said, ``You are from Ruleville all right,'' and he
used a curse word. And he said, ``We are going to make you
wish you was dead.''
I was carried out of that cell into another cell where they
had two Negro prisoners. The State Highway Patrolmen ordered
the first Negro to take the blackjack.
The first Negro prisoner ordered me, by orders from the
State Highway Patrolman, for me to lay down on a bunk bed on
my face.
I laid on my face and the first Negro began to beat. I was
beat by the first Negro until he was exhausted. I was holding
my hands behind me at that time on my left side, because I
suffered from polio when I was six years old.
After the first Negro had beat until he was exhausted, the
State Highway Patrolman ordered the second Negro to take the
blackjack.
The second Negro began to beat and I began to work my feet,
and the State Highway Patrolman ordered the first Negro who
had beat me to sit on my feet--to keep me from working my
feet. I began to scream and one white man got up and began to
beat me in my head and tell me to hush.
One white man--my dress had worked up high--he walked over
and pulled my dress--I pulled my dress down and he pulled my
dress back up.
I was in jail when Medgar Evers was murdered.
All of this is on account of we want to register, to become
first-class citizens. And if the Freedom Democratic Party is
not seated now, I question America. Is this America, the land
of the free and the home of the brave, where we have to sleep
with our telephones off the hooks because our lives be
threatened daily, because we want to live as decent human
beings, in America?
Thank you.