Photographers captured the images of the voices that rang out throughout the civil rights struggle. However, during the March on Washington in 1963 they share their personal experiences that were more profound than the story the camera’s conveyed.
My mother was also photographed on that historic occasion. I found her photo while reading a teen magazine when I was seventeen years old. No one in our family knew that this photo was in circulation throughout the US as yet another ‘face of the movement’. The pain and hope in her face were palpable upon view.
In honor of those who marched for our ability to possess equal rights this post is a tribute. For those behind the scenes AND those in front of the lenses, the March on Washington that will take place this Saturday is a commemoration and an actual peaceful protest for the continuation of what was began by the original foot soldiers.
Your voices echo loudest.
My mother stood for me before I was even born