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Z 109 Z chapter 11 eLOIse hOPsOn “I’d Like to See Them Make Me Change Anything I Want to Say” Eloise Hopson, daughter of Nelson Toole, a Methodist minister born in slavery, was vigorous and blunt, feisty and irreverent.1 She was born May 16, 1913, in Enterprise, a little rural community in Clarke County, just south of Meridian, Mississippi. Reverend Toole had grown up in Alabama and was basically selfZtaught. He told his children stories about his slave childhood, among them recolZ lections of slave children eating with their hands at a trough, the way pigs might today. I can recall my father going to his churches on Saturday. There were four of them. So he would leave on Saturday afternoon and spend that night among the members and preach on Sunday, and come back home on Monday. I heard him preach a few times, but we stayed at home and went to our own church. My mother, Irene Adams Toole, was an elementary school teacher, but she taught in different schools, so she never taught me except at home. I had one sister and three brothers. Her mother taught Eloise the piano and had private piano students, as Eloise did later. Eloise was brought up learning Methodist hymns and the life of John Wesley. “I am a United Methodist. The Methodist Church cerZ tainly during my lifetime has been a much more progressive church than the Baptist Church, though it had fewer adherents among the blacks in MisZ sissippi.” There was no electricity in her childhood home, but there were always books, always newspapers, always musical instruments. “I don’t reZ member being unable to read. I read John Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress, childZ hood version, and Romeo and Juliet and Moby Dick and Tom Sawyer, books like that. I think your values and concepts and your way of dealing with life are learned at home if you have thoughtful parents and caring parents.” eloise hopson: “I’d Like to see Them Make Me Change” Z 110 Z Eloise attended a local twoZteacher school through the sixth grade, but, with her mother teaching and her two younger brothers in the hands of a babysitter, Eloise was sent to a coZed Methodist boarding school in nearby Meridian for grades 7Z9, and then to a smaller Episcopal boarding school for the rest of her high school years. Her education was a far cry from the mere eight grades offered Mississippi blacks except in the larger cities. By the time she was graduated from high school, her Meridian Methodist school had added a twoZyear teaching program that Eloise attended. This enabled her to become a certified teacher in Mississippi’s black schools. She was the first person in the history of her family to achieve any level of higher education. “I guess I always wanted to be a teacher from the time I was a little girl and lined up my dolls on my mother’s front porch and played school with them.” Her first teaching position was in her own Clarke County. She boarded with a family there for two years, just twelve miles from where she had grown up. “Black people weren’t allowed to vote in Clarke County. My parZ ents didn’t vote, and black people in general in Mississippi were not voting at that time. This business of blacks having the vote is postZCivil Rights struggle.” After two years in Clarke County schools, Eloise taught the second and third grades for five years in Jefferson Davis County fifty miles from HatZ tiesburg. When the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor in December 1941, she was teaching in the public schools of Grenada in the Mississippi Delta. I helped to register men for the draft in Grenada County after the bombing. We were complacent and had no idea anything like that attack would come about. We had thought we didn’t need a draft, but we started it then. And the blacks in that area were registered at the school where I worked. There weren’t any black people on the Selective Service Board, but I didn’t get any sense that there was favoritism being shown between blacks and whites, as to who went first to war. Maybe I did not discern the kind of subtleties that I later learned to discern. But I didn’t sense anything then. You see, we were so separate that we really didn’t know what was going on among...

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