It was a fateful form of trespass. Jackson, whose less than promising start in life left him seeking makeshift golf practice on open fields and playgrounds, began caddying at the National as a 14-year-old in 1961 and will this week take his final bow after what will be his 53rd Masters.
Hes seen a fair bit; taken a few risks, down those years. He braved a backlash in 1970 by carrying Gary Players bag, after the South African had seemed to support the policy of apartheid. Another caddy received death threats after agreeing to join Player and withdrew. But Jackson, by then a young father, really needed the money.
It was six years later that he began his partnership with Ben Crenshaw and it has been against considerable odds that it has lasted ever since, with two Masters triumphs together 1984 and 1995 along the way. Augusta made the Masters a far whiter place in 1983 when it abandoned the stipulation that players must use club caddies the black loopers and allowed the superstars to bring in their friends, all white, to do the job instead.
Jackson vividly remembers the way that those black caddies were eased out that year. There had been a rainstorm in 1982, the caddies were late off the green and had all been told to put your clubs down by the caddy room, get dry and get home, he relates, in the soft voice which barely breaks a whisper. There was a shotgun start the next morning and golfers arrived to find their clubs wet. It was the straw that broke the camels back, he says. Players were already demanding their own caddies and no one could be forgiving.
One of the white caddies who began work at that time remembers the effect on the loopers. It was a killing blow for them, he says. They also told members they couldnt tip the club caddies. They hurt them twice over.
It was testament to Crenshaws foresight that he stuck with Jackson and his intuitive knowledge of the Nationals nuances. Their journey concluded with the 68-year-old caddy being presented with the keys to Augusta this week. Jackson and Crenshaw received cut glass bowls before a valedictory pre-tournament press conference at which Crenshaw paid rich tribute to his old partner. Ive loved the work and its paid my way, says Jackson.
And therein lies the story of the Augusta Nationals complex relationship with race. The racial demarcations of the place scream out to those uninitiated with it.
Black men sweep the carpets in the press room, using willow brooms straight out of the 19th century. The faces of those who serve in the canteen are, almost universally, the same colour. So, too, those who are on hand, with warmth, to spare us the trouble of opening a door. Its work. It pays their way, too.
Ben Crenshaw hugs Carl Jackson on the 18th green after winning the 1995 tournament (Getty)And yet to walk amid the patrons who line the tee boxes and fairways to watch the golf is to occupy an almost exclusively white space. Walk these acres for the past three days and you would have witnessed perhaps 10 faces of African extraction among those who are here to do anything but serve. This, in a city where 55 per cent of the population is black. It is 18 years since Tiger Woods became the first black man to win the Masters, but his face will still stand out this afternoon.
No surprise all of this, perhaps, since it was only in 1990 that the occupants of Nationals inner sanctum finally agreed to alter the 100 per cent white complexion of the place. The mono-racial Shoal Creek club had just been warned that it would be excluded from the PGA tour if it continued to exclude people of colour. Augusta saw the writing on the wall and, for the first time, a black man was allowed through the door in a capacity other than sweeper or doorman.
When Woods clinched that Masters, Jackson anticipated a different complexion to Augusta than the one in which he will be the only African-American teeing off this week. We were proud to see one of our own come through that day, he says. We were proud that a black man won. Very, very happy.
And though it is not the role of a golf club to institute the socio-economic development of the city outside, Jackson might also have expected the development of one of the planets most lucrative sporting events to send out some wealth beyond Magnolia Drive.
The Augusta you will conceptualise magnolia, yellow juniper, azalea, baize green jackets and turf actually bears no comparison with what lies down beyond the railway lines on Old Savannah Street, perhaps two miles away.
There are echoes of Detroit down there: fire-gutted clapboard houses, abandoned to their fate; others collapsing in on the inhabitants who stared out vacantly from verandas on Wednesday night. The white exterior of two boarded-up shacks offers graffiti potential. We hate n****s is scrawled on both. A roughly fabricated sign Stop the black on black crime deconstructs any simplistic notions about race and crime around here.
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Jackson is phlegmatic about the poverty which still stalks the place after all these years. As a believer in the word of G*d, I know that word says there is always going to be poor among us, he says. There is going to be unjust things in the world. Its not just the black kids who are poor.
His outlook reflects the abundance of churches in the network of dead ends that run off Old Savannah: Green Grove Missionary Baptist Church, Good Samaritan Baptist, a dozen more.
His philosophy is that the individuals like him not the Augusta National are supposed to make things different. His charity, Carls Kids, creates a bridge to golf for what he describes as under-served children.
We are not trying to find another Tiger or [Phil] Mickelson, but good citizens, he says. What causes the great divide is education. And we believe that golf can help teach them integrity and how to respect your opponent. It can produce young men and women of good character.
This is what impassions him, not racial inequality. Carlskids.com, he says. You got that? So any kid in the world can see it.
It is against the backdrop of Augustas exclusivity that Jackson wonders aloud if he will ever get back to this golf course once he and Crenshaw have tackled Amen Corner for one last time on Friday. I would like to come back with my family, he says. But I cant come back as a caddy and I dont want to put anyone at the Augusta National on the spot.
So I put it to Bill Payne, chairman of the club, during his press conference, that some form of life membership might be needed to give Jackson, soul of this place, the same right to return that was bestowed upon Crenshaw as a former champion.
We dont have any lifetime membership, Payne replied. Ive been in discussion all week with Ben [about how] he and Carl mark the end of Bens career.
So, might Jackson return in perpetuity, I asked once again. We dont have lifetime membership for employees of the club, Payne said.
Source: http://www.independent.co.uk/sport/golf/masters-2015-we-were-proud-that-a-black-man-had-won-very-very-happy-10163612.html
