Kennedys, King Recall ’61 Freedom Riders; Jersey Housewives: TV
With a thriller’s pace and the emotional heft of a battlefield journal, PBS’s remarkable new documentary “Freedom Riders” recounts the bloody anti- segregation bus rides of 1961 that helped kill Jim Crow in the Deep South.
Combining new interviews with the aging riders with harrowing footage of their brave, battered younger selves, “Freedom Riders” brings to vivid life a wrenching moment in American history. Fifty years on and with the movement’s successes long charted, this installment of PBS’s “American Experience” reconstructs those tense weeks with edgy momentum.
In May 1961, civil rights activists, both black and white, boarded several Greyhound and Trailways buses in Washington D.C., en route to New Orleans. At various points, including Birmingham, Alabama, and Jackson, Mississippi, the nonviolent participants would challenge state laws by ignoring signs separating “whites” and “coloreds” at bus-station waiting areas and diners.
Though hardly naive, the riders (and, quickly enough, the nation) were stunned by the savage response. In Anniston, Alabama, a full bus was torched and the riders attacked with baseball bats as they disembarked. Birmingham police, led by the defiantly racist Bull Connor, looked away as the local Ku Klux Klan beat male and female civil-rights activists senseless.
Call From Kennedys
“Freedom Riders” also delves beyond the history-book basics, revealing behind-the-scenes machinations of the nation’s most powerful men.
President John Kennedy and his brother, Attorney General Robert Kennedy, consumed and distracted by Cold War politics, were drawn inexorably into the headline-making Southern chaos. Martin Luther King, at first opposed to the dangerous campaign, soon became a symbol of the movement, even as younger activists questioned his relevance.
With a thorough roster of interviewees, writer and director Stanley Nelson weaves together various strands and perspectives into propulsive storytelling. Among the participants: John Patterson, the governor of Alabama who refused a telephone plea for help from the Kennedys, and John Seigenthaler, an administrative assistant to Robert Kennedy sent to quell the violence.
But the story belongs to the riders: Charles Person, a Morehouse College student and youngest member of the first wave of activists; Diane Nash, a student leader in Nashville, Tennessee, who organized replacements when the initial riders were beaten and arrested; and Jim Zwerg, a white student from Wisconsin attacked by Klansmen.
Those three are just a few of the more than 400 people who eventually boarded the nation’s buses that summer in the name of civil rights. Nelson does them all justice.
“Freedom Riders” airs May 16 on PBS at 9 p.m. New York time. Rating: ****
“My husband, either you love him or you don’t,” says one of the squabbling Carmelas of “The Real Housewives of New Jersey,” inadvertently offering a fair assessment of Bravo’s splintered reality franchise.
The Jersey version, which begins its third season on May 16, is fairly touted as the most realistic of the “Housewives” branches, even if reality means gilded McMansions, lacquered hair and other signifiers of faux-Soprano luxury.
The Jersey series spotlights women (and their men) related by blood or marriage, and the family battles seem more engrossing, depressing and marginally less petty than the contrivances of other versions.
The season premiere opens with a drunken brawl at a lavish reception following a christening: Teresa apparently didn’t invite sister-in-law (and series newcomer) Melissa to a book signing. Or some such. Are they playing for the camera? Probably, but the party’s ruined, nonetheless.
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