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To do this Captain Blackford had to call on the engine room gang, on every seaman, and each member of the communications division. The whole crew mobilized as he increased speed to seventeen knots. Then, with the shoreline in sight, the deck of the Mason broke in two. A welded seam gave, and the deck came apart; then two reinforcing beams in one compartment collapsed. But men went on deck in the face of wind and waves and repaired the break. The Mason held together. A sailor’s pride in his ship can be heard beneath the laconic words of the war diary: “The ship handled well at all times and showed little tendency to broach running before the seas which were by then quite high. Wind reached a maximum of seventy to eighty knots. . . . All vessels of the advance were successfully turned over to the local escort inside the bay at Falmouth by 1645. It was impossible to report this to C.T.G. (Commander Task Group) 27.5 at the time as the regular antennae had blown away and it was necessary to rig a new one.”
They had made it. But no one relaxed. The crew took two hours to strengthen the weld in the deck, rig up a new antenna, and pump out the engine room. Then the Mason turned back into the wind and a still treacherous sea to aid the convoy that still floundered in the storm. Two British vessels, HMS Rochester and HMS Saladin, were ordered to accompany the DE. The three ships started together, but almost immediately the British stopped and returned to port. This action astonished the Mason’s crew.
The amazed signalmen DuFau and Buchanan received semaphore messages from the British ships. First, the Royal Navy sloops wanted to establish a chain of command. “They wanted to know if our captain had been commissioned before their captain!” DuFau remembers. Even when the U.S. captain’s seniority was established, the British declined to follow the Mason into the open sea. The Mason’s war diary records a diplomatic response to the sloops. “Neither of the sloops able to make headway against the sea and returned shortly thereafter. This vessel able to make good headway. . . . No noticeable strain to our hull or engines . . . LT-653 located at 20:16 and given necessary instructions for entering port.” The Mason stayed at sea for three more days, assisting twelve ships of the convoy. She was ordered to shelter from another storm, but from October 24 to 27 she worked to salvage barges off the French coast.
In his official report to the chief of naval operations, Commander Lind wrote that he had directed the commanding officer of the Mason to take “any safe course” and even “turn back if he considered it advisable, but Captain Blackford insisted on going back to rejoin the convoy.” Lind concluded, “CTG 27.5 considers the performance of the USS Mason, her Commanding Officer, officers and men outstanding and recommends that this ship be given a letter of commendation to be filed in the record of each officer and man on board that vessel.” The other DEs in NY-119 also performed bravely, but only the crew of the Mason was recommended for individual commendation. Receiving such an honor would have been a high point for the crew and front-page news in papers throughout the black community. U.S. “Negro Bluejacket Heroes” the headlines would have read. What a moment to savor.
But the moment never happened. The commendations never came. The crew never even knew they had been recommended for honors by the convoy commander. Their own Captain Blackford had posted on the ship bulletin board his recommendation that they be commended. But the navy never responded to him. There were no commendations, no headlines. In fact, when the crew finally were granted liberty and headed for the USO in Plymouth, England, where rumor had it they were serving hot dogs, mustard, and Coca Cola, they were turned away. Whites only.
Here in a nutshell is the story of the USS Mason. At sea the crew were trained technicians manning a sophisticated warship, following the captain they respected. Maybe convoy escort duty was not the most glamorous the navy could offer, but the Battle of the Atlantic could not have been won without the DEs. In his memoirs Winston Churchill wrote, “The only thing I really feared during the war was the U-boat.” If the fragile lifeline of merchant ships and Lend-Lease vessels that linked Britain to the United States had broken, Britain would have had to surrender. From 1939 to 1941 the U-boats dominated the sea. The German subs sank merchant ships one mile outside of New York harbor. The destroyer escorts of the U.S. Navy and Coast Guard, together with the Royal Navy, became a crucial factor in the antisubmarine effort.
The Mason joined the band of more than five hundred small maneuverable ships pledged to guard the convoys, even to place themselves between a torpedo and a larger ship. But when it was time for rewards to be given—be it letters of commendation or hot dogs and Coke—the reply was, “Whites only.” Even today, few people know of the Mason. Why did the navy itself play down the achievements of this predominately black ship? And, most importantly, who were these young men—the first and then the forgotten?
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Signing Up
“I guess they’re going to let us into this war after all,” James Graham remembers thinking as the call for black recruits went out in the days following the air raid on Pearl Harbor. Black men had fought in every one of America’s wars in spite of the contradiction inherent in defending a country that first enslaved them and then denied them their most basic rights. Each time, as soon as peace came, their contribution was forgotten. Jack Foner, in his 1974 study Blacks and the Military in American History: A New Perspective, reminded the nation that thousands of black men fought in the Revolutionary War; 186,000 were soldiers in the Civil War; and 30,000 black sailors made up 30 percent of the Union Navy’s enlisted personnel. They served as seamen, performing all shipboard duties. The identities of most of the thousands of African Americans who took part in the navy’s battles at sea are not recorded. There are no monuments to the men who piloted coastal vessels, manned guns, and worked the sails. Only a few stories of the bravery and skill of these men have been preserved.
One of the best documented is that of Capt. Robert Smalls. Smalls and six other slaves were part of the crew on a Confederate gunboat, the Planter, in Charleston, South Carolina. With their minds set on freedom, they plotted to commandeer the ship and turn her over to the Union Navy. On a night when the officers and some of the white crew were ashore, they overpowered the remaining crew. (Smalls and the others had already smuggled their families on board.) Now they hoisted the stars and bars and sailed out of Charleston harbor. Somehow they convinced the authorities that they were off on patrol.
Sailing upriver toward the Union Navy they risked attack from the Yankees. Did they run up the stars and stripes or a white flag of surrender? Or did one of their men use semaphores to signal to the other ship their true identity or intentions? However it happened, Capt. Robert Smalls and his crew were welcomed into the fleet. He was decorated by President Lincoln himself, commissioned a captain in the U.S. Navy, and placed in command of the ship he had captured. But his rank was an army designation since the navy had no black officers. Nevertheless, Smalls remained a seafarer all his life. He went on to fight for the Union, and after the war he was elected to the House of Representatives for six terms during the years of Reconstruction. A stellar life, yet even such a dramatic story is little known.
In the years following Reconstruction the contributions of black soldiers and sailors were forgotten, and the political achievements of men like Robert Smalls were tainted by a rewriting of the events by those determined to wrest back any power achieved by black citizens.
In D. W. Griffith’s Birth of a Nation, legislators such as Robert Smalls are portrayed as buffoons lounging in the legislative chamber, feet up on their desks, chomping on chicken legs. In the film, the Ku Klux Klan becomes a noble brotherhood dedicated to reclaiming southern honor. Woodrow Wilson showed Birth of a Nation at the White House and called it “History writ with lightning.” This is the context within which all black sailors were discharged from the seaman’s ranks of the navy. The “Great White Fleet” found room for only four hundred black men, all of whom were required to serve as cooks and waiters. Further enlistment was closed to black Americans. If one of Robert Smal
ls’s sons, perhaps one who had been part of the adventure in Charleston harbor, had followed his father into the navy, he would have been ejected in 1900. If one of Smalls’s grandsons had sought to enlist, he would have been refused entry. Suppose he had said, “But my grandfather was a naval hero—decorated by the president, made the captain of a fighting ship. I deserve a place.” He would have been told “The military reflects society. It is not up to the services to solve social problems.”
On the eve of America’s entrance into World War II, Civil Rights leaders such as Walter White of the NAACP, A. Philip Randolph, Adam Clayton Powell, Jr., Mary McLeod Bethune, and Dr. Marjorie Stewart Joyner saw the needs of the military as an opportunity. “If our sons were going to fight for the freedom of people abroad then we expected some attention to be paid to our struggles here at home,” Dr. Joyner recalled in a recent interview for this book. Now ninety-seven years old and still an activist, she worked closely with educator Mary McLeod Bethune and Eleanor Roosevelt on Civil Rights issues. The black community saw the first lady as their liaison with the power structure. Again and again Mrs. Roosevelt had risked vilification to support the cause of equality and justice. The furor caused by her smallest gestures reveals the depth of the country’s racism and the “go slow” policy of even progressive whites. Joseph Lash, in Eleanor and Franklin, cites incident after incident of angry calls to the White House. Just the rumor that Mrs. Roosevelt had ridden in an open car with a black woman in Georgia stirred protest. When, at her urging, Franklin Roosevelt met with Walter White and other black leaders to discuss a wider role for black men in the military, it was seen as more of Eleanor’s meddling. Lash reports the outcome.
The conference took place in September 1941. At that time, black men were serving in the segregated army but mostly in support and supply units that were not allowed in combat. There were a few black army officers, but no African Americans could join the Army Air Corps. The navy was virtually for whites only, justifying the exclusion by pointing out how difficult it would be to segregate crews in the close quarters of a ship. The president accepted this rationale; indeed, he refused to push the military. When the Civil Rights leaders tried to point out how much of the military’s policy was based on racial stereotyping and an unquestioned assumption of black inferiority, they met a wall of indifference. Secretary of War Henry L. Stimson would later write in his diary that his representative at the meeting found Roosevelt’s “gymnastics as to politics a rather amusing affair.”
The military assumed that Roosevelt simply wanted to appear “to appease Negro politicians who are trying to get the Army committed to Negro officers.” Stimson then casually repeats an old slander about “colored officers” in several of the divisions that went over to France in World War I. “The poor fellows made perfect fools of themselves.” Actually, the black troops in combat in France had distinguished themselves, and many had been decorated by the French government. One regiment, the 368th Infantry, was accorded “the honor of the victory of Benarville” by a French commander, only to become the victim of demeaning rumors spread by U.S. Army personnel. The famed 369th regiment received the Croix de Guerre. When accusations against the black soldiers began to surface, then-Secretary of War, Newton T. Baker, instituted an investigation and found that “there was no basis at all for the general assumptions with regard to the action of colored troops in this battle and elsewhere in France.”
Pearl Harbor and America’s entry into the war made increased military manpower crucial. Black political and church leaders also stepped up the pressure, and some changes began. The navy opened its ranks to general black enlistment on June 1, 1942. They set up a segregated facility at Great Lakes Naval Training Center named, appropriately, if ironically, Camp Robert Smalls. But even then, if Captain Smalls’s great grandson had been one of the enlistees, he still would have been shunted off to become a steward. As late as February 1943, 98 percent of those serving in the U.S. Navy were white. Of the 26,909 black sailors, 19,227 were in the stewards branch, 2,020 were Seabees, and only 6,662 had been accepted into the general service.* Though a small number of the men went on for advanced training, most were sent to shore stations as unskilled labor.
The navy registered surprise at the initial lack of enthusiasm for naval service among young black men. The official navy report attributed this to “Negroes’ relative unfamiliarity with the sea or the large inland lakes and their consequent fear of water” (54). No reports discussed the real fears—the white fears generated by racism. The navy did not think white sailors would accept black sailors as their equals (see Appendix A). African Americans knew where the navy wanted them—in the kitchen!
Word had gone out in the black community, however, that the navy was now opening its ranks. Not that Robert Smalls’s great-grandson could ever hope to captain a ship as his ancestor had. There were no plans to have black commissioned officers, but the navy would train him to become a petty officer, the equivalent of the army’s noncom. He might even make chief petty officer, a position similar to the army’s top sergeant. The navy was still segregated, but here was an opportunity, and this attracted the young men who would become the crew of the USS Mason. They did not know as they entered the recruiter’s office in Charleston, Cleveland, New Orleans, Kansas City, and New York that of all the more than one hundred thousand black men who would serve in the navy in World War II, only they—the 160 men of the Mason—would actually take a warship into battle. Only they would prove their seamanship by crossing the Atlantic eight times as convoy escorts.
Fifty years later the men still remember those missions. The deck log, the war diary of the Mason, task force records, and the navy’s studies of “the Negro sailor” provide a context for their reminiscences. The men remember the difficulties: the battles with white sailors from other ships who dared insult the Mason, the indignities suffered in segregated ports, their feeling that the Mason was an experiment the navy hoped would fail. But their most vivid memories are of being young and strong, confident in their abilities and sure of their accomplishments. The title they chose for the book expresses their conviction—Proudly We Served.
Here they are to tell their story. First, James Warren Graham—tall, well built, an athlete. Not much of a talker, but he laughs from a place so deep down inside of him that it is clear he keeps whole parts of himself below the surface. Anger can erupt from those depths, but most of the time he prefers to be what he appears, a big, good-looking man, confident and easygoing.
James W. Graham: I was born in a little place called Lake City, South Carolina. I think the population was under ten thousand. My mother died when I was seven, eight, or nine—I don’t remember—and I went to live with my sister and brother-in-law in Darlington, South Carolina. He was a schoolteacher and a graduate of Morehouse College in Atlanta, Georgia. I admired him. As a matter of fact, he was my first hero.
When I first met him, my sister was in college, and they were going together. I egged her on to marry him because he was a handsome man, well educated, and he spoke beautifully. I fell in love with him too. I wanted to be like him. I played football, basketball, and he wanted to get a scholarship for me to attend Morehouse College. But then the war got in the way.
I remember the day I went down to Charleston to enlist. I went with other members of the junior class. We wanted to become pilots—about five of us—but the recruiter told us point blank that Negroes couldn’t serve in the air corps. Coming back home, we saw a navy recruiting officer. He called us in and said, “Why don’t you go into the navy?”
I said, “No, I’m not going to cook for anybody or clean up behind anybody.”
“You don’t have to go into that. You can join the seaman branch the same as the white guys, the white sailors.”
So I said, “Okay.” But then you had to be eighteen or something, I think, before you could enlist. And I said, “Well, I’m not eighteen; I’m seventeen,” or whatever.
“Well, put your age up a year,” he s
aid. So I put down eighteen!
I got home and my brother-in-law had a fit. He showed me hell. My sister always could calm him down, but this time he was upset something terrible. He could have kept me out of the army because being a schoolteacher in a southern town, he had influence with the powers that be, put it that way. And he had it fixed up that I wouldn’t have to be in the army; I’d get a deferment. And when I told him I had enlisted in the navy, he had a fit!
But in the end, he was very proud of me, and he bragged about me a lot. At that time he had two children, and I was his third son. He’d tease me, “Don’t you want to change your name to McIver?” That was his name—McIver. Because of him and the way I was raised, I knew I could do any job in the navy as well as anybody else. I was brought up, to tell you the truth, with a superiority complex.
Gordon Buchanan is a quick moving, fast-talking man with a mind-driven body that does not rest long enough to acquire much fat or worry too much about yesterday. When Buchanan talks he leans forward, gesturing, acting out the part, grabbing at new knowledge. He’s called Skinny or “Noo Yawk,” the title he wrote on his sailor’s jacket.
Gordon “Skinny” Buchanan: I was born in Harlem. We moved out to Corona, Long Island, early on when I was about six or seven years old. I’ve been out on Long Island all these years. It was completely different from Harlem. There were a small number of blacks there, so I went to school with all white kids in those days. In fact, when I went to high school, I was one of three blacks in the whole school. I got a very good education in that school. I studied German. In fact, when I was aboard the Mason, I was part of the German prize crew because of my knowledge of German. If any German ship had surrendered to us, I would be one of the ones that would go aboard to bring it back to the United States.