Hello World

We all know Dorothea Lange’s Migrant Mother, a photograph known for its quintessential nudge to contemporary hearts to remind us of that bottoming out in our nation’s history.  How many Black mothers were there at that time, and how many of their stories have not traveled unto now?  Certainly, the evocative image of children curled unto a mother’s dry breasts deserve no critique.  Yet, the tenements of Harlem and the flats of Bronzeville and the underground hovels of the South have no internationally-recognized images to mark the force of this event on their lives.   Is it taken for granted that we have always been and may always be in a Depression?  Or, were we just not counted as there?  Are we counted now?

I found some interesting shots of Black women done by Eudora Welty, online at Corbis.com.   Why were they nice suprises to me?

A Migrant Mother

A Migrant Mother

In these times, I found some pictures of us looking certifiably glamourous, raw, and fly.  The puzzle of visual placement of African-American female images, from the countrified to the well-to-do to the sexual, have seemingly remained unsolved.  Must we be downtrodden, barge-toting and potato-sack wearing unfortunates in order to be appreciated, or must we be creamy displays of uber-sexual excess, to melt into most cerebral pots?  The consideration of our Migrant Mothers alongside our visually-accepted beauties has a gradient of approval, examination and interpretation that either cuts most of us out or celebrates far too wide.

Looking at us in the ranges and predicaments of glory we are capable of, I at least proclaim Black women may have been the greatest things to come from the camera’s invention–whether to document the historical genocides and modern chaos of our nations (still), or to exhibit the flowering of ingenues from what was then and still sought for extermination.  And we are still here… Enjoy!

4 thoughts on “Hello World

  1. These photos are beautiful. I love the term “certifiably glamorous”. You are an amazing writer with an effortless commitment to culture and truth. The essay you wrote on Viola Davis was the pot liquor of analysis. Both honest and intimate. And yes, Upstate is the novel that compells me to submit my own work. Truely Inspiring. Thank You for doing what you skillfuly do.

    Shaunda Holloway(Sekai)

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