| November 29th, 1969
... Sometimes he preaches on the legacy of slavery, and one
senses that as he stands up there, his eyes ablaze, arms flailing,
neck veins rigid, he is feeling every lash of every old whip.
During these sermons Jackson sweats profusely, the only visible
symptom of sickle-cell trait, a chronic blood disease that saps
his stamina but which he ignores in the drama of the moment. Jackson
talks about himself at these meetings. Once
he told of his days as a waiter at the Jack Tar Hotel in his home
town of Greenville, S.C. Just before leaving the kitchen he would
spit into the food of white patrons he hated and then smilingly
serve it to them. He did this, he said, "because
it gave me psychological gratification." It was something
everybody in the audience understood.
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