Garvey and Easter

Today is Tuesday. I am raking leaves and thinking about Garvey’s Easter message.

Not Sunday. Not the day the church fills up and the choir lifts and the preacher earns his offering. Tuesday. The week already moving past the celebration toward something quieter and harder. Good Friday is three days away. The leaves are coming down regardless.

Garvey preached the resurrection as a racial program. A people buried under the weight of colonial history rising again. He believed that. He preached it from platforms in Harlem, in Kingston, in London, in the pages of the Negro World when he could not be in the room himself. At Liberty Hall in 1922, he told the congregation that the race needed “a resurrection from the lethargy of the past, the sleep of the past, from that feeling that made us accept the idea and opinion that God intended that we should occupy an inferior place in the world.” The resurrection was not a promise deferred to the afterlife. It was a demand made on the living.

But I keep coming back to the man before the resurrection. The man nobody preaches about on Easter Sunday.

Simon of Cyrene.

He was not walking toward the cross. He was walking away from somewhere, coming in from the fields, the text says, and the soldiers reached into the crowd and pulled him out. The Greek verb is ἀγγαρεύουσιν. Imperial conscription. The same word was used when Rome drafted civilians into military service. They did not ask Simon. They told him.

Carry this.

He was African. Cyrene is in what is now Libya. A Jewish diaspora community on the North African coast, present in Jerusalem for Passover. A man from the continent, grabbed by imperial soldiers, forced to carry the instrument of execution through the streets while the crowd watched.

The crowd that five days earlier had been throwing palm branches.

Garvey knew that crowd. He organized inside it for thirty years. He understood that the masses could fill the streets on Sunday and be absent on Friday. He called leading them martyrdom, not heroism. “Painful though it may be to be interfered with and handicapped in the performance of the higher sense of duty,” he wrote, “yet we must, martyr-like, make up our minds and our hearts to pay the price of leadership.” The work of liberation was not done by the crowd. It was done by the ones who kept moving when the celebration was over.

Simon kept moving. He had no choice. But he moved.

And something happened in that carrying.

Mark names his sons. Alexander and Rufus. He names them as if the community reading that gospel already knows who they are. The sons of the man who carried the cross are known to the early church. Whatever Simon was conscripted into, his sons built something from it that made their names worth writing down.

Garvey saw this too, though he approached it from the other direction. In the UNIA Papers, he wrote that “just at this Easter time it was the Negro that rendered the greatest assistance to His Master when the world rejected Him.” He did not cite the verse. He did not need to. He had absorbed it into his theology the way a man absorbs something he has lived rather than merely read. The Negro present at the center of the story. Not incidental. Not a stage prop. The one who carried when the world walked away.

I have stopped raking.

We were conscripted too.

Christianity did not come to Africa as an invitation. It came the same way the soldiers came to Simon. The Europeans on the Jesus of Lubeck arrived with the cross already assigned, the theology already written, the African’s place in that theology already determined. Servant. Sinner. Saved only by proximity to European grace.

The same cross Simon carried. Different terms entirely.

The cross handed to a people who had already been present at the crucifixion, already part of the story, but handed back now as proof of their own inferiority. Africa carried the cross and was told the carrying proved its unworthiness.

Garvey would not accept those terms. He claimed the cross on different grounds entirely. “The Roman Catholics have no rightful claim to the Cross,” he wrote, “nor is any other professing Christian before the Negro. The Cross is the property of the Negro in his religion, because it was he who bore it.”

Not borrowed religion. Property. Earned by conscription, yes. But property.

That is the wound and the claim in the same sentence.

The wound is not that Simon was conscripted. The wound is that the tradition born from that day was handed back to African people as their master’s religion, with Simon’s presence in the story acknowledged but never dwelt upon. His African origin noted in footnotes. His sons’ names in the text but absent from the sermon.

Africa carried the cross and was not told it had carried it.

Garvey’s Easter message was always this. Underneath the exhortation and the prophecy and the Pan-African program, we should learn to see events through the “spectacles of Ethiopia.” Decide what you will carry and what you will put down.

Mental emancipation is not the rejection of the cross. Garvey never preached that. He claimed the resurrection as belonging to the people who had been buried longest and deepest. But he insisted you could not rise until you understood what had put you in the ground.

Simon’s sons were named because they stayed. Because they built something inside the tradition that had conscripted their father. They did not disappear into bitterness or into accommodation. They found a third way that the text records but does not explain.

That is the inheritance worth examining.

It is Tuesday. The leaves are still coming down. Good Friday is three days away. The question Garvey’s Easter message always leaves me with is not whether the resurrection is real. The question is what you are carrying right now, and whether you chose it.

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