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Bunny Sanders: Serpents and Doves

by David Cecelski. "Listening to History," News & Observer. Published 5/16/2004. Copyrighted.
Reprinted with permission.

Elmer Vanray "E.V." Wilkins was a legendary educator and black political leader in Roper, in Washington County. I recently visited with his daughter, Bunny Sanders, to learn more about his life and the small town that made him one of the first black mayors in the South.

Remembered as the state's "godfather of black politics," E.V. Wilkins served as mayor of Roper for 20 years. He never aspired to higher office for himself, but he was a brilliant tactician and trusted mentor to a generation of black leaders who entered electoral politics after the civil rights movement. He was also friend and confidant of governors from Terry Sanford to Jim Hunt.

Education was E.V. Wilkins' lifelong passion. He was a schoolteacher and principal in Roper from the early 1930s to 1974. His motto--"Don't get mad, get smart"-- is carved on his headstone.

Following in her father's footsteps, Bunny Sanders was elected mayor of Roper in 1997. Dedicated especially to the needs of poor children and the elderly, she told me that, "Every generation stands on the shoulders of the previous generation. I've just now begun to be called Bunny instead of 'E.V.'s daughter,' and I don't mind a bit."

Bunny Sanders. Photo by Chris Seward, 2004.In Bunny Sanders's words:
My daddy told me a story of the old days when he first came back here to teach. The chairman of the school board was a farmer, and he used to make my dad come out to the field to get the teachers' checks signed. My daddy would stand down at the end of the row and this guy would plow with his old mule slowly up and down these rows, back and forth, and my daddy would stand out there, sometimes for a half-hour, in a suit. This guy knew he was there and just didn't pay him any mind.

Finally, the chairman of the school board would come over. My dad would hand him the checks, and the chairman of the school board would put his X on the checks because the chairman of the school board could not write.
My daddy used to say they had to "stoop to conquer." In my later years, I thought to myself how scriptural that is. And I'm telling you, he not only said that, I saw him stoop in many ways. He was often torn between what he knew he had to do in order to move black people forward, especially to get money for the school, and what was kind of a humiliation for him. 

That is not something he wanted to do. He hated it. In fact, as a little girl, my sister and I used to lie in our bedroom and late at night I would hear my dad cursing in his sleep. He would be cursing white men. I guess in his dreams is where he got to do it. But he recognized it as a strategy and it did not fail him. It was for a season that he had to do that, and then he got bolder and bolder as the years went on.

My father and my Aunt Willie Mae's goal was that my grandfather would vote before he left this earth. My grandfather's name was Tom Lazarus Wilkins. He worked on the railroad, but he was determined that his children were going to be educated. And he was also determined that he was going to vote.

So every year my granddaddy went down to the polls to vote and they would say, "Ain't nothing has changed, Tom." Meaning, you can't vote this year like you couldn't vote last year. He knew that was going to be the answer, and he would still go the next year.

That tore at my father and Aunt Willie Mae. It really ate at her. She was a teacher. She was gentle, very quiet, a lady. She saw her role as organizing the NAACP in this town. She organized the adult chapter, and she gave me and my cousin Thomas Ann the job of organizing the youth chapter.

They -- the NAACP -- brought a court case for the right to vote here in Roper. They got the vote in 1952. Then it was registering to vote. Then it was getting more people to vote. Then it was getting black officials elected. My father was the first black to be elected to the Town Council, then he became the first black mayor.

Back then there were a lot of black people who could not read, so getting people elected was a challenge. But what they did was, there was a church in Pea Ridge and the ladies there said, if you can't read, here's what we're going to do. They made hundreds of slips of little pieces of paper with my dad's name on them. They said, when you go in there, you just slide that little sheet down. When you see something that looks just like it, put an X beside it.

Dad had more votes than anybody because they only voted for him. Without knowing it, that little church in Pea Ridge was the beginning of single-shot voting, which is a political strategy now. He said it was such an ingenious thing to watch these black people come up with a way. They were wise as serpents and gentle as doves.

There was a store right in the middle of town that my father owned. Oh, it was wonderful. It was the center of things. There was a potbelly stove in the middle of the store, people around it, conversations about politics going on. So when they came back from the polls that day, somebody said "they're complaining down there because there are all these little pieces of paper all over the voting place!" And when he won, what a celebration that night!

We had a little Black Panther group too. They weren't really Panthers, but they were about five real mean brothers. I mean real, real, real mean brothers. They were quiet and they didn't do anything unlawful, but they did not play. I'm telling you, everybody knew them and they were scary guys.

Dad said one night he was at the store, and he did not understand why these guys just sat around all night. They waited until the store closed, then they came back next day and said, "You know why we stayed around last night? You were supposed to have some problems." See, they were the deterrent. If you needed somebody, those guys would be there.

One of the town drunks was always around, too, and I loved him to death. His name was Fleet King. Now the guys who drank a lot used to sober up on election day. Fleet was doing the pickups -- picking up people to bring them to the polls. And the church ladies were very involved in getting people out. Miss Ernestine Hannah was very involved, and Miss Leora Hudson. She was the local midwife, and everybody knew her.

The thing is, nobody was better than anybody else. Fleet drank a lot, but he was standing up there right beside Daddy, right beside Aunt Willie Mae, right beside Miss Leora, right beside everybody. Everybody was equal. Everybody was good enough to be in the civil rights struggle.

Sanders, Bunny. 2015. "We had the NAACP. They had the Klan."  PBS: American Experience. http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/americanexperience/blog/2015/01/10/klansville-bl...

Board of Governors of the University of North Carolina. 2011. "Resolution honoring Estelle 'Bunny' Sanders." https://old.northcarolina.edu/news/images/200882.pdf

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I love this woman with everything in me. I really admire her!

I've lived in Roper for a little over 15 years and have known Bunny for at least 8 of those years. And she has inspired me on many accusations. She's a friend I can confide in a friend I can trust. Oh my the talks that we have had over the years. Proud to call her my friend!

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