On the morning of September 4, 1957, fifteen-year-old Dorothy Counts set out on a harrowing path toward Harding High, where-as the first African American to attend the all-white school – she was greeted by a jeering swarm of boys who spat, threw trash, and yelled epithets at her as she entered the building.
Charlotte Observer photographer Don Sturkey captured the ugly incident on film, and in the days that followed, the searing image appeared not just in the local paper but in newspapers around the world.
People everywhere were transfixed by the girl in the photograph who stood tall, her five-foot-ten-inch frame towering nobly above the mob that trailed her. There, in black and white, was evidence of the brutality of racism, a sinister force that had led children to torment another child while adults stood by. While the images display a lot of evils: prejudice, ignorance, racism, sexism, inequality, it also captures true strength, determination, courage and inspiration.
Here she is, age 70, still absolutely elegant and poised.
she deserves to be re-blogged.
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I love passionate people
that light that enters their eyes when they start talking about something they love
the little arm gestures they make
the massive smile that slips onto their face when they realise someone’s listening
I just love passionate, enthusiastic people and I wish more people would be like that
❝This is part of this question about, ‘Is this case about race,” and…one of the key ways in which we know this is about race is that in this moment black families are holding their sons and daughters closer to them with such a sense in this moment that this verdict…feels very much as though it is saying it is acceptable, it is okay, to kill an unarmed, African-American child who has committed no crime. Part of the reason it feels that way is because of the aggressive defense that not only made a point about Mr. Zimmerman, but that in important ways criminilized Trayvon Martin without what I think many of us feel is clear and appropriate evidence that he did anything. So that moment when the defense attorney brings out the piece of sidewalk and says that Trayvon Martin was armed with this, as though Trayvon had been walking home with a big rock rather than with skittles. I think part of how we know that this is about race is by the differential racial experiences that people are having. The sense of anxiety and sadness and fear that black families have in a moment when it feels as though once again the criminal justice system has looked at the death of our child and said it simply does not matter.❞
It’s like history repeated itself like the Emmet Till case where his murderers were found innocent.
FUCKING THANK YOU I SEE NO DIFFERENCE JUST TIME PERIOD BUT COME ON
White privilege is stalking and murdering a Black teenager in cold blood - nowhere near your front door or stoop, then putting his teenage antics on trial instead of your adult actions, and being acquitted for your heinous crime, while, in a different state, but the same…
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Also if you think Zimmerman was innocent you’re either a racist, have no compassion, no common sense, or all three… so unfollow me… like really if you think he did nothing wrong hit the unfollow button right now I do not want you looking at me, observing me, interacting with me, unfuckingfollow me
I get it now.
I get why my parents and the parents of every brown kid I grew up with were so strict and controlling. We can’t be out after dark, we can’t go places by ourselves, we don’t fuck with the police or anybody looking to tangle with them, and we are on our best behavior…
George Zimmerman got acquitted
Hammertoss George Zimmerman and the white law enforcement and white lawmakers who cosigned the death warrant he signed for a seventeen-year-old boy eating junk food while being black into the fucking sun and take anyone who thinks this is a…
If you don’t like the “social justice” on your feed then go ahead and unfollow me. You are clearly not worth my time if you don’t let me vent my feelings over this.