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Mother Emanuel

Two Centuries of Race, Resistance, and Forgiveness in One Charleston Church

Author Kevin Sack
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A sweeping history of one of the nation’s most important African American churches and a profound story of courage and grace amid the fight for racial justice—from Pulitzer Prize–winning journalist Kevin Sack

“A masterpiece . . . a dense, rich, captivating narrative, featuring vivid prose . . . expansive, inspiring and hugely important.”—The New York Times (Editors’ Choice)

“Race, religion, and terror combine for an extraordinary story of America.”—Eddie S. Glaude, Jr., bestselling author of Begin Again

Few people beyond South Carolina’s Lowcountry knew of Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in Charleston—Mother Emanuel—before the night of June 17, 2015, when a twenty-one-year-old white supremacist walked into Bible study and slaughtered the church’s charismatic pastor and eight other worshippers. Although the shooter had targeted Mother Emanuel—the first A.M.E. church in the South—to agitate racial strife, he did not anticipate the aftermath: an outpouring of forgiveness from the victims’ families and a reckoning with the divisions of caste that have afflicted Charleston and the South since the earliest days of European settlement.

Mother Emanuel explores the fascinating history that brought the church to that moment and the depth of the desecration committed in its fellowship hall. It reveals how African Methodism was cultivated from the harshest American soil, and how Black suffering shaped forgiveness into both a religious practice and a survival tool. Kevin Sack, who has written about race in his native South for more than four decades, uses the church to trace the long arc of Black life in the city where nearly half of enslaved Africans disembarked in North America and where the Civil War began. Through the microcosm of one congregation, he explores the development of a unique practice of Christianity, from its daring breakaway from white churches in 1817, through the traumas of Civil War and Reconstruction, to its critical role in the Civil Rights Movement and beyond.

At its core, Mother Emanuel is an epic tale of perseverance, not just of a congregation but of a people who withstood enslavement, Jim Crow, and all manner of violence with an unbending faith.
I.

The Open Door

For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his sacred tent and set me high upon a rock. —Psalm 27:5 (NIV)

Preachers like to proclaim from the pulpit that the doors of the church are always open. As with so much that preachers proclaim, this can intend more than one meaning. It is on the one hand a spiritual invitation, a welcome, an insistence that that there is but one body of Christ, and that all are encouraged to join it, the faithful and fallen alike, the well-heeled alongside the unwashed. Christian belief holds that it is never too late to walk the path of righteousness, or to pass through the gates of salvation. And while the physical church may keep office hours, the succor provided by faith and the embrace of fellow adherents is available at all times, or at least is supposed to be.

In the African American church, the open-doors metaphor conveys something extra, an assertion of defiance, and resilience. It is meant to affirm the place of the church as a refuge, both physically and spiritually, not just from the universal stresses of life but from the particular ones born of four hundred years of enslavement, repression, and state-sanctioned discrimination. In these sanctuaries, it is a vow that the people of God will not be cleaved from their faith or their hope, not by centuries of subjugation or the basest attempts at dehumanization, not by dynamite secreted beneath church stairwells or Molotov cocktails hurled through stained glass.

At the most historic Black church in the South’s most historic city—Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in Charleston, South Carolina—the gospel of the open door was not merely figurative. In the summer of 2015, it was not uncommon to find the weighty, wood-paneled double doors leading from the parking lot into the ground-level fellowship hall unlatched. They could be locked, of course, and a motion-activated security camera had been mounted recently above the doorway on a white stucco buttress. The imposing Gothic Revival edifice, built in the early 1890s, sat near the intersection of two busy downtown thoroughfares and a stone’s throw from Marion Square, the city’s central plaza. T-shirted tourists and College of Charleston students sometimes stumbled unwittingly into Bible studies and board meetings, and there had been concerns about homeless men seen wandering about. Nonetheless, the incessant activity in Emanuel’s fellowship hall, the coming and going of members to seniors’ luncheons and stewards’ meetings and choir rehearsals, dictated that the doors be kept open much of the time. So it was on the unholy night of June 17, 2015, when hate walked in without knocking.

What happened that night—the mass murder of nine innocent worshippers in one of the most horrific racist attacks in American history—catapulted “Mother Emanuel” to global prominence, its brilliant white façade and witch’s-hat steeple recognizable around the world. What happened two days later, when five family members volunteered public expressions of forgiveness for the unrepentant killer, and two days after that, when ten thousand people of varied hues linked hands across the two-and-a-half-mile arc of the Ravenel Bridge, and five days after that, when the first Black president of the United States delivered a eulogy unlike any in the country’s experience, made for defining markers in America’s ongoing struggle with the psychosis of race. Once again, history had been made in Charleston, the slave port where nearly half of all captive Africans disembarked in North America and where the Civil War began at Fort Sumter.

Yet, unbeknownst to many, the oldest African Methodist Episcopal congregation in the South already had a backstory as remarkable as any of the nearly four hundred thousand church bodies in the United States, a captivating saga of resistance through faith that dated back two centuries. Charleston’s African Methodists had been pummeled time and again by man and by nature and still they rose, ever resurrected. Whether the killer fully appreciated it—and the limited evidence is that he did not—it very much mattered that he had selected this church as his target. Without provocation, he had attacked a historically sacred space, not while people were protesting but while they were praying. It was an assault not merely on the nine faithful who died and the five survivors and their families, but on an entire community, an entire people, a symbolic genocide, at least in intent. Although the authorities would not formally label it as such, it was an act of domestic terrorism with few parallels in the nation’s history.

By assailing a church, the killer connected his act to a long line of such desecrations, including the fatal bombing of Birmingham’s Sixteenth Street Baptist Church in 1963 and arson attacks against dozens of Black churches in the mid-1990s. The shooter’s target had been what Barack Obama, in his eulogy for Emanuel’s slain pastor, would call “our beating heart, the place where our dignity as a people is inviolate.” And yet, it had been violated, with premeditated deliberateness, a sickening rebuke to the fantasy of a “post-racial” America that briefly accompanied Obama’s election. Even before the white suspect’s identity and noxious rantings were discovered, it was clear that he had at least a surface understanding of the centrality of the Black church in the timeline of African American survival and self-determination. At some level, his purpose had been not simply to assail whichever Black people he happened to find inside. Rather, he took aim at the audacity of Black resistance to white supremacy, and the still-unrealized promise that 50 million African Americans might live without fear that their skin tone could cost them their lives. That threat had been real enough across nearly four centuries, in Charleston as elsewhere. Recent news of fatal shootings of unarmed Black men by white police officers, including that of Walter Scott two months earlier in neighboring North Charleston, had reinforced its durability.

As I came to learn about Emanuel AME while covering the aftermath of the massacre for The New York Times, it occurred to me that the journey that brought the church to that moment provided a unique vantage point, simultaneously microcosmic and panoramic, for surveying two centuries of African American life in Charleston and, by extension, across my native South. The church’s very founding had been an act of insurgency. But its culture of defiance had fluctuated over time, the crosscurrents exposing how the struggle for racial dignity competed in dynamic tension with the instinct for racial self-preservation. Emanuel had been an incubator and an agitator over a continuum long enough to show the connectedness of eras and movements across a vast expanse of African American history, from enslavement and Reconstruction to Jim Crow and the Civil Rights Movement to the Obama presidency and the Black Lives Matter summer of 2020. In tracing the congregation’s journey to June 2015 in the most caste-conscious of Southern cities—the center of the slave trade, the cauldron of nullification and secession, the birthplace of the Civil War—the epic tale of the Black church’s role in America’s uneven racial progress seemed to unfold all under one metaphorical roof.

It also seemed that by studying the church’s historical and theological origins, and those of its denomination, one might better understand the grace summoned by those who so quickly voiced mercy for the twenty-one-year-old racist who had just slaughtered their loved ones. Many found it almost impossible to process, including devout Christians. What did it really mean in the context of the Black church and of Black suffering? Was it a show of radical Black love or of regressive Black accommodation? For those unable to grasp it, President Obama made clear in his eulogy—before aweing the crowd with an a cappella rendition of “Amazing Grace”—that the watchwords of African American faith were best translated through the prism of four hundred years of struggle.

Nearly two centuries earlier, African Methodism had been established in Charleston in an unthinkably audacious act of mass subversion. The year was 1817, when Charleston was America’s fifth largest city and, thanks to an abundance of captive labor, among its most prosperous. Charleston also was home to more than a thousand free persons of color. One of them, a mixed-race shoemaker named Morris Brown, led thousands of free and enslaved Black Carolinians in a walkout from white-controlled churches to protest indignities in governance and worship. They formed their own “African Church” and became the first congregation in the Deep South to affiliate with the nascent African Methodist Episcopal denomination, which had just formed in Philadelphia after a three-decade gestation.

Their gatherings came under immediate harassment from white authorities, and the church was destroyed after being linked to the plotting of an ambitious slave insurrection. Thirty-five of those arrested had ties of some kind to the church, and seventeen of them were executed, including the now-celebrated free Black man who was singled out as the ringleader, Denmark Vesey. The foiled uprising prompted a crackdown by white authorities that shaped the remainder of South Carolina’s antebellum politics, producing early strains of the state’s tendencies toward secessionism and vigilantism.
Mother Emanuel is a masterpiece . . . Sack, a former reporter for The New York Times, delivers a dense, rich, captivating narrative, featuring vivid prose, prodigious research and a palpable emotional engagement that is disciplined by a meticulous attention to the facts. His excavation is an essential addition to existing histories and ought to be recognized as a singular journalistic performance.”—The New York Times

“In Mother Emanuel, Sack puts forth a gripping exploration into how centuries of white supremacy impacted the church and the witness of faith against a deluge of hatred. . . . Poetic and captivating.”Christianity Today

“Sack writes lyrically, from deep research, and with an unforgettable message about tragedy and resilience.”—David W. Blight, Pulitzer prize-winning author of Frederick Douglass: Prophet of Freedom

“[Mother Emanuel is a] searching history of the Charleston church brought into the headlines by mass murder . . . A sobering, expertly told history of the struggle for equality as waged from pulpit and pew.”Kirkus Reviews, starred review

“ Big in historical scale but granular in personal detail, Mother Emanuel transcends the church of its title and the crime that made it famous. It feels like a monument to Black America that takes the form of a book.”—Edward Ball, National Book Award winning author of Slaves in the Family and author of Life of a Klansman

“Good writers are a pleasure to read. Great ones are so evocative that you often tingle to get to the next page. Veteran journalist Kevin Sack’s new book, Mother Emanuel, is the latter, a masterpiece of great reporting, writing and storytelling.”—Charleston City Paper

“This book shook me with its power and beauty. Mother Emanuel is a book of enormous ambition, meticulously researched, gorgeously written, and deeply fulfilling.”—Jonathan Eig, Pulitzer prize-winning author of King: A Life

“Race, religion, and terror combine for an extraordinary story of America, the resilience of a people, and their capacity to forgive in order to live with unimaginable grief. A powerful book—especially for times such as these.”—Eddie S. Glaude, Jr., bestselling author of Begin Again

“In Mother Emanuel, Kevin Sack offers a deeply researched, eloquent page-turner, taking us from colonization and the African slave trade to modern times. Along the way, we feel the myriad ways the past still weighs on us, and we meet visionaries inspired by a more generous Bible, and a more democratic America, than the ones they inherited.”—Melissa Fay Greene, author of Praying for Sheetrock and The Temple Bombing

“Breathtaking and beautiful!”—Marcia Chatelain, author of Franchise: The Golden Arches in Black America
© Alan S. Weiner
Kevin Sack is a veteran journalist who has written about national affairs for more than four decades and has been part of three Pulitzer Prize–winning teams. A native of Jacksonville, Florida, and a graduate of Duke University, he spent thirty years on the staff of The New York Times, where he specialized in writing long-form narrative and investigative reports, often related to race. He has also written for the Los Angeles Times and The Atlanta Journal-Constitution, and his work has appeared in The New York Times Magazine. He was a 2019 Emerson Collective Fellow at New America. View titles by Kevin Sack

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A sweeping history of one of the nation’s most important African American churches and a profound story of courage and grace amid the fight for racial justice—from Pulitzer Prize–winning journalist Kevin Sack

“A masterpiece . . . a dense, rich, captivating narrative, featuring vivid prose . . . expansive, inspiring and hugely important.”—The New York Times (Editors’ Choice)

“Race, religion, and terror combine for an extraordinary story of America.”—Eddie S. Glaude, Jr., bestselling author of Begin Again

Few people beyond South Carolina’s Lowcountry knew of Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in Charleston—Mother Emanuel—before the night of June 17, 2015, when a twenty-one-year-old white supremacist walked into Bible study and slaughtered the church’s charismatic pastor and eight other worshippers. Although the shooter had targeted Mother Emanuel—the first A.M.E. church in the South—to agitate racial strife, he did not anticipate the aftermath: an outpouring of forgiveness from the victims’ families and a reckoning with the divisions of caste that have afflicted Charleston and the South since the earliest days of European settlement.

Mother Emanuel explores the fascinating history that brought the church to that moment and the depth of the desecration committed in its fellowship hall. It reveals how African Methodism was cultivated from the harshest American soil, and how Black suffering shaped forgiveness into both a religious practice and a survival tool. Kevin Sack, who has written about race in his native South for more than four decades, uses the church to trace the long arc of Black life in the city where nearly half of enslaved Africans disembarked in North America and where the Civil War began. Through the microcosm of one congregation, he explores the development of a unique practice of Christianity, from its daring breakaway from white churches in 1817, through the traumas of Civil War and Reconstruction, to its critical role in the Civil Rights Movement and beyond.

At its core, Mother Emanuel is an epic tale of perseverance, not just of a congregation but of a people who withstood enslavement, Jim Crow, and all manner of violence with an unbending faith.

Excerpt

I.

The Open Door

For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his sacred tent and set me high upon a rock. —Psalm 27:5 (NIV)

Preachers like to proclaim from the pulpit that the doors of the church are always open. As with so much that preachers proclaim, this can intend more than one meaning. It is on the one hand a spiritual invitation, a welcome, an insistence that that there is but one body of Christ, and that all are encouraged to join it, the faithful and fallen alike, the well-heeled alongside the unwashed. Christian belief holds that it is never too late to walk the path of righteousness, or to pass through the gates of salvation. And while the physical church may keep office hours, the succor provided by faith and the embrace of fellow adherents is available at all times, or at least is supposed to be.

In the African American church, the open-doors metaphor conveys something extra, an assertion of defiance, and resilience. It is meant to affirm the place of the church as a refuge, both physically and spiritually, not just from the universal stresses of life but from the particular ones born of four hundred years of enslavement, repression, and state-sanctioned discrimination. In these sanctuaries, it is a vow that the people of God will not be cleaved from their faith or their hope, not by centuries of subjugation or the basest attempts at dehumanization, not by dynamite secreted beneath church stairwells or Molotov cocktails hurled through stained glass.

At the most historic Black church in the South’s most historic city—Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in Charleston, South Carolina—the gospel of the open door was not merely figurative. In the summer of 2015, it was not uncommon to find the weighty, wood-paneled double doors leading from the parking lot into the ground-level fellowship hall unlatched. They could be locked, of course, and a motion-activated security camera had been mounted recently above the doorway on a white stucco buttress. The imposing Gothic Revival edifice, built in the early 1890s, sat near the intersection of two busy downtown thoroughfares and a stone’s throw from Marion Square, the city’s central plaza. T-shirted tourists and College of Charleston students sometimes stumbled unwittingly into Bible studies and board meetings, and there had been concerns about homeless men seen wandering about. Nonetheless, the incessant activity in Emanuel’s fellowship hall, the coming and going of members to seniors’ luncheons and stewards’ meetings and choir rehearsals, dictated that the doors be kept open much of the time. So it was on the unholy night of June 17, 2015, when hate walked in without knocking.

What happened that night—the mass murder of nine innocent worshippers in one of the most horrific racist attacks in American history—catapulted “Mother Emanuel” to global prominence, its brilliant white façade and witch’s-hat steeple recognizable around the world. What happened two days later, when five family members volunteered public expressions of forgiveness for the unrepentant killer, and two days after that, when ten thousand people of varied hues linked hands across the two-and-a-half-mile arc of the Ravenel Bridge, and five days after that, when the first Black president of the United States delivered a eulogy unlike any in the country’s experience, made for defining markers in America’s ongoing struggle with the psychosis of race. Once again, history had been made in Charleston, the slave port where nearly half of all captive Africans disembarked in North America and where the Civil War began at Fort Sumter.

Yet, unbeknownst to many, the oldest African Methodist Episcopal congregation in the South already had a backstory as remarkable as any of the nearly four hundred thousand church bodies in the United States, a captivating saga of resistance through faith that dated back two centuries. Charleston’s African Methodists had been pummeled time and again by man and by nature and still they rose, ever resurrected. Whether the killer fully appreciated it—and the limited evidence is that he did not—it very much mattered that he had selected this church as his target. Without provocation, he had attacked a historically sacred space, not while people were protesting but while they were praying. It was an assault not merely on the nine faithful who died and the five survivors and their families, but on an entire community, an entire people, a symbolic genocide, at least in intent. Although the authorities would not formally label it as such, it was an act of domestic terrorism with few parallels in the nation’s history.

By assailing a church, the killer connected his act to a long line of such desecrations, including the fatal bombing of Birmingham’s Sixteenth Street Baptist Church in 1963 and arson attacks against dozens of Black churches in the mid-1990s. The shooter’s target had been what Barack Obama, in his eulogy for Emanuel’s slain pastor, would call “our beating heart, the place where our dignity as a people is inviolate.” And yet, it had been violated, with premeditated deliberateness, a sickening rebuke to the fantasy of a “post-racial” America that briefly accompanied Obama’s election. Even before the white suspect’s identity and noxious rantings were discovered, it was clear that he had at least a surface understanding of the centrality of the Black church in the timeline of African American survival and self-determination. At some level, his purpose had been not simply to assail whichever Black people he happened to find inside. Rather, he took aim at the audacity of Black resistance to white supremacy, and the still-unrealized promise that 50 million African Americans might live without fear that their skin tone could cost them their lives. That threat had been real enough across nearly four centuries, in Charleston as elsewhere. Recent news of fatal shootings of unarmed Black men by white police officers, including that of Walter Scott two months earlier in neighboring North Charleston, had reinforced its durability.

As I came to learn about Emanuel AME while covering the aftermath of the massacre for The New York Times, it occurred to me that the journey that brought the church to that moment provided a unique vantage point, simultaneously microcosmic and panoramic, for surveying two centuries of African American life in Charleston and, by extension, across my native South. The church’s very founding had been an act of insurgency. But its culture of defiance had fluctuated over time, the crosscurrents exposing how the struggle for racial dignity competed in dynamic tension with the instinct for racial self-preservation. Emanuel had been an incubator and an agitator over a continuum long enough to show the connectedness of eras and movements across a vast expanse of African American history, from enslavement and Reconstruction to Jim Crow and the Civil Rights Movement to the Obama presidency and the Black Lives Matter summer of 2020. In tracing the congregation’s journey to June 2015 in the most caste-conscious of Southern cities—the center of the slave trade, the cauldron of nullification and secession, the birthplace of the Civil War—the epic tale of the Black church’s role in America’s uneven racial progress seemed to unfold all under one metaphorical roof.

It also seemed that by studying the church’s historical and theological origins, and those of its denomination, one might better understand the grace summoned by those who so quickly voiced mercy for the twenty-one-year-old racist who had just slaughtered their loved ones. Many found it almost impossible to process, including devout Christians. What did it really mean in the context of the Black church and of Black suffering? Was it a show of radical Black love or of regressive Black accommodation? For those unable to grasp it, President Obama made clear in his eulogy—before aweing the crowd with an a cappella rendition of “Amazing Grace”—that the watchwords of African American faith were best translated through the prism of four hundred years of struggle.

Nearly two centuries earlier, African Methodism had been established in Charleston in an unthinkably audacious act of mass subversion. The year was 1817, when Charleston was America’s fifth largest city and, thanks to an abundance of captive labor, among its most prosperous. Charleston also was home to more than a thousand free persons of color. One of them, a mixed-race shoemaker named Morris Brown, led thousands of free and enslaved Black Carolinians in a walkout from white-controlled churches to protest indignities in governance and worship. They formed their own “African Church” and became the first congregation in the Deep South to affiliate with the nascent African Methodist Episcopal denomination, which had just formed in Philadelphia after a three-decade gestation.

Their gatherings came under immediate harassment from white authorities, and the church was destroyed after being linked to the plotting of an ambitious slave insurrection. Thirty-five of those arrested had ties of some kind to the church, and seventeen of them were executed, including the now-celebrated free Black man who was singled out as the ringleader, Denmark Vesey. The foiled uprising prompted a crackdown by white authorities that shaped the remainder of South Carolina’s antebellum politics, producing early strains of the state’s tendencies toward secessionism and vigilantism.

Reviews

Mother Emanuel is a masterpiece . . . Sack, a former reporter for The New York Times, delivers a dense, rich, captivating narrative, featuring vivid prose, prodigious research and a palpable emotional engagement that is disciplined by a meticulous attention to the facts. His excavation is an essential addition to existing histories and ought to be recognized as a singular journalistic performance.”—The New York Times

“In Mother Emanuel, Sack puts forth a gripping exploration into how centuries of white supremacy impacted the church and the witness of faith against a deluge of hatred. . . . Poetic and captivating.”Christianity Today

“Sack writes lyrically, from deep research, and with an unforgettable message about tragedy and resilience.”—David W. Blight, Pulitzer prize-winning author of Frederick Douglass: Prophet of Freedom

“[Mother Emanuel is a] searching history of the Charleston church brought into the headlines by mass murder . . . A sobering, expertly told history of the struggle for equality as waged from pulpit and pew.”Kirkus Reviews, starred review

“ Big in historical scale but granular in personal detail, Mother Emanuel transcends the church of its title and the crime that made it famous. It feels like a monument to Black America that takes the form of a book.”—Edward Ball, National Book Award winning author of Slaves in the Family and author of Life of a Klansman

“Good writers are a pleasure to read. Great ones are so evocative that you often tingle to get to the next page. Veteran journalist Kevin Sack’s new book, Mother Emanuel, is the latter, a masterpiece of great reporting, writing and storytelling.”—Charleston City Paper

“This book shook me with its power and beauty. Mother Emanuel is a book of enormous ambition, meticulously researched, gorgeously written, and deeply fulfilling.”—Jonathan Eig, Pulitzer prize-winning author of King: A Life

“Race, religion, and terror combine for an extraordinary story of America, the resilience of a people, and their capacity to forgive in order to live with unimaginable grief. A powerful book—especially for times such as these.”—Eddie S. Glaude, Jr., bestselling author of Begin Again

“In Mother Emanuel, Kevin Sack offers a deeply researched, eloquent page-turner, taking us from colonization and the African slave trade to modern times. Along the way, we feel the myriad ways the past still weighs on us, and we meet visionaries inspired by a more generous Bible, and a more democratic America, than the ones they inherited.”—Melissa Fay Greene, author of Praying for Sheetrock and The Temple Bombing

“Breathtaking and beautiful!”—Marcia Chatelain, author of Franchise: The Golden Arches in Black America

Author

© Alan S. Weiner
Kevin Sack is a veteran journalist who has written about national affairs for more than four decades and has been part of three Pulitzer Prize–winning teams. A native of Jacksonville, Florida, and a graduate of Duke University, he spent thirty years on the staff of The New York Times, where he specialized in writing long-form narrative and investigative reports, often related to race. He has also written for the Los Angeles Times and The Atlanta Journal-Constitution, and his work has appeared in The New York Times Magazine. He was a 2019 Emerson Collective Fellow at New America. View titles by Kevin Sack
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