While doing various online searches, I happened upon this iconic picture of my mother along with the sponsor of their trip to the National Mall from their small town in North Carolina. She along with other classmates who challenged the system to right their civil WRONGS. My mother fought for you and I to have the civil liberties that we are taking for granted.
I see the pain in my mothers face that burns a hole through the soul of the child born years after this picture was taken. A pain so resonating that apparently the curator of the esteemed museum deemed it worthy of capturing the entire struggle in a photo lense second. Out of the millions of depictions from that era, the power of this ONE spoke without a word.
There is a yearning within her eyes to see a better tomorrow for the children that she had not even met. My mother was fifteen in this picture. She is now 65 (in Spring). She often states that if this is what the world would be, she would still fight but the verbiage would be clearly stated.
Giving license to use the public bathrooms, and hotels is a small part of the extreme injustices that continue. Allowing these limited accessibilities pale in comparison to the economic segregation that has become like the invisible undercurrent that swallows without warning.
This is my mother. A glimpse into yester year. A reminder that there is more work to be done…I gladly pick up that torch!