Johnnie Jones Fights for an
Education in Segregated South
Education is the key to change and those who want to maintain the status quo closely guard that
key. This is a theme heard again and again in the interviews with African Americans we have
been doing for the civil rights series and is especially prevalent in the one with Baton Rouge civil
rights attorney, Johnnie Jones, Sr.
Jones was born in 1919 and grew up in the small rural community of Laurel Hill, Louisiana,
located mid-point between St. Francisville, Louisiana and Woodville, Mississippi. The son of
Sarah Ann and Henry Edward Jones, an independent farmer, he received an education that
differed from most other black children of his generation.
At the time I was coming up, most black children or all had to go to the field. They would go to
school that day and would get the books on opening day. We only had three months schooling,
public schooling. When Huey Long came along with the free books, everybody, all children had
books. [Before Long,] my daddy always got us books.
We went to school every day, my brother and I, every day. We didn't miss a day, rain or shine,
sleet or snow. We went to school for those three months, and then, when school would close
down, my daddy would hire a teacher another additional two to three months to teach us. We
went to school five, six to seven months out of a year.
We were, we were considered one of the most successful black farmers in the area, but we didn't
have any money. We paid to the teacher with pigs, eggs, collard greens, and chickens, and red
beans that we grew on the farm. Because he needed those things so he would teach us for that.
Several other children also attended the extended school with Jones and his brother and reaped
the benefits of those extras months of class.
At one time, it would be just my brother and I in school. And then, then, and the teacher's
children [joined us]. He had a daughter and a son our age level. . . . We would be in school, the
four of us, sometimes. Then, there was another family in Laurel Hill by the name of Perkins.
And his name was Robert Perkins. He came to school every day like I did except the days when
it rained. He lived across the creek. If the creek was up, he couldn't come that morning. Then,
next door to me, which was about a block away, there was another family moved in by the name
of White. The girl was named Amanda White and she went to school every day. We all walked
to school together every morning. All of us finished college, and all of us got two degrees.
Educating his sons was all-important to Henry Jones, but his own life experience taught him that
pursuing an education and working on a farm did not complement one another.
My father went to school only one day in his life. He picked up the books and brought them back
home. . . . My daddy worked in the field all day long, and he said when he came home at night
he was just too tired to study. So, he didn't study, but he learned to write his name.
But Henry Jones saw to it that farm work did not interfere with his sons' educations.
Every morning, I had to walk three and a half miles to school. In the morning, before I would
leave to go to school, I had two cows to milk. That was every morning. And I'd milk those two
cows and then get ready for school. And maybe a few other little things that I might do, might
have to go out in the garden and pick a few tomatoes. But my dad never demanded that we do
any of that if it was going to make us late for school. It [going to school] was the only thing we
had to do every morning when we got up, and that was mandatory.
My daddy always said that the answer to success was education, even if he didn't have one. [He
was] the only black that I ever knew around there then that really stressed that you've got to be
educated.
His father told him, "I'm trying to get my children from behind the mule." He say, "I want them
to do something different. I want that boy there, if he can do all of that. . ." He called it all of
that what I was doing up in Woodville. [After completing his elementary school, Jones went to
work for a lumber company in Woodville, Mississippi. Once his intelligence and abilities
became evident to members of the white community, his father, fearing for his son's life, forced
him to leave Woodville.] "If he can do all of that, I'm going to send him to The Southern."
That's what he called it "The Southern." He didn't say Southern University, it's "The Southern."
You see because "The Southern" meant something here you see because that was the most
outstanding educational institution in Louisiana. That means the highest level of education they
had. That's what he really was saying, "to The Southern." And so as a result I came to Southern
University Demonstration High School. And got in.
Henry Jones wanted to insure that all black children, not just his own, could get an education.
While my daddy was on the school board, [in 1918] they [the black residents] built an
independent elementary school. The people got together and built it. . . . It was for the public
school, but the people raised money to build it. Then, it became a school board property, you
see, and that's where we went to school.
Other black children in Laurel Hill (and undoubtedly other areas of the segregated South) did not
have the same educational opportunities as Jones.
During the three months most of them [the other black children] just came and picked up their
books and came back and then when, when the school closed, they came back to return the
books. . . . Rainy days they came [to school]. Because they couldn't farm, they couldn't be in the
field.
[One rainy day], I knew all of these other children were going to be running out of the field. So I
stopped to wait for them, you see, and that would make me late for class. But my daddy was a
very smart man, believe it or not, very intelligent. When the rain would come, he got on his
horse. It rained him out of the field, and he say he knew we were walking. He saw this rain so
he want to get us out to school before the rain. He would always run and catch up with us like
that when the rain came in the morning. And pick us up and snatch us up behind him on the
horse and bring us on to school.
I stopped on the side of the road to wait for the children to come out the field. Because, you
know, I'd have all these kids to walk with and talk with, to play with and everything going to
school, you see. So, when he came, I was sitting on the side of the road waiting for them.
Now, he expected to catch me further, to be nearer the school than that. Here he come galloping
on the horse, and there I was sitting on the side of the road. When he saw me sitting on the side
of the road, he just jumped down. He never hit me a lick in his life, never hit me a lick in his life.
But he beat all around me with that riding whip, and I'd be jumping, jumping, jumping, you see.
But for all practical purposes, I was hit. . . .
He said, "Look, you don't have to wait for it to rain to go to school. And when its rain, you keep
right straight on to that school just like everything else. These children got to wait for rain to go
to school. I don't want you to. You don't have to do that. So you go on to school just as, just as
religiously as you would if you were going to church. You go straight to that school." That's
what he'd says. "Straight to that school everyday. When you leave home, I want you to go
straight to that school. When you get out of that school, you come straight back home. And
don't wait on these children. Because they got to work in the field everyday. And they glad to
see rain. But you got to go on to school. I'm trying to get you out of the rain, and they glad to
see the rain come so that they can go to school." And so that followed me all the days of my life.
Yet, as strongly as his father encouraged him to obtain an education, members of the white
community discouraged him and other black students. Sometimes, their methods were subtle.
I would take three dozen eggs to the store called Mercantile Store for a pencil. Three dozen eggs
to get a single pencil. I would take three chickens to the store to get a scratch pad to write on.
Three fryers to get a scratch pad to write on. . . . My daddy had a credit account there, and
things that he got on credit he paid for it when the crop came in. Yes. But pencils and all of
that, that wasn't credit. They didn't credit your children, black children, pencils and paper. You
had to pay for that as you go. It was a thing, you see, cause education was sort of taboo, taboo
for blacks.
Other methods used by the white community were more serious, even life-threatening. Jones
recalls this about one of his childhood friends:
There was a boy going to school with us. His name was Theodore Robinson. Theodore
Robinson was doing calculus in fourth grade. Theodore didn't go to college. . . . When he
finished elementary school, he had finished, and he went to work. Theodore went to work for the
railroad company, lifting cross ties and all of that. The superintendent of the railroad crew,
that's a gang, he kept the records, counting the ties and things of that sort. When he would be
counting the ties, [he would have members of the crew go] around counting, "One, two, three,
four, five, six, seven," all the ties in the stack. Theodore would look at the stack. Because ties
was so many in a square and they was put in square, you could just look and count down one
and count across and multiply. Then, if you got fifteen stacks, you know how many in the whole
fifteen. Theodore was doing that. The man, the superintendent got up on top of the stack and
told him, "Come here." Then, they took a tie and dropped down on the head and killed him.
Because of his fierce desire for an education, Jones also put his own life in danger.
When we were going to school up in Laurel Hill, the white didn't want us to go to school. The
white people driving the log trucks, when they would see us on the road they would run us off the
road. We had to run and jump the fence you know. And they call us all kind of names off those
trucks. But that wasn't the white people from Laurel Hill, that was the white people from out in
Woodville, Mississippi. All those people who was hired, who came down there to haul logs.
I didn't run off the road when I was up there in Laurel Hill when the white people would run you
off the road going to school. I'd get as far to the edge as I could get, but I never left the road.
Jones still has his feet planted firmly on the road. By Laurel Hill standards, his education was
complete after six years, but by his and his parents' standards, it was far from over. Wanting
their son to receive a college education, Sarah and Henry Jones sent him to Southern
Demonstration School and then to Southern University. World War II interrupted his education,
but he later returned to Southern and earned a law degree. His wartime experiences only
strengthened Jones's determination to stay on the road and to bring an end to segregation. Armed
with his law degree, Jones ignored threats to his life made by opponents of the civil rights
movement and eagerly represented defendants who were attempting to bring an end to segregated
buses, schools, parks, and lunch counters in Baton Rouge. Jones's determination to stay on the
road continues to this day. Still a practicing attorney in Baton Rouge, Jones carries on the fight
to make the ideal of equality put forth in the Constitution a reality for all Americans. [Mary
Hebert, based on interview with Johnnie Jones by Mary Hebert, 1 September 1993, Williams
Center for Oral History Collection, 4700.0321, LLMVC.]
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