The Final Goodbye

Dear John Lewis,

What it looks like when Black people unite.

As I finished reading the final pages to your book I am feeling a wave of emotions. It saddens me that innocent lives were lost at the hands of discrimination, racism, and hatred towards a group of people who were just fighting for the simply right to vote. I realized that although this was the purpose of this fight, it symbolized so much more than just suffrage. You and your colleagues started a fight that should not have ever had to happen, yet due to the stereotypical and deeply rooted thoughts that dehumanized, belittled, and exploited African Americans, the fight was fought long and hard. Throughout the book the pictures that filled the page were in black and white yet the pain and dreams of you and your peers were bolded in color. You did an amazing job at presenting history through such vivid images. Tears of joy filled my eyes when you finally met the First African American President of the United States of America, Mr. Barack Obama. It was evident that President Obama was a physical representation of all of your hard work. I can only imagine the wave of emotions you were feeling in that very moment. Now I know what you are thinking; I know we still have ways to go. I know that we will refuse to settle for anything less than what we deserve. After reading your book, I have been exposed to more knowledge and I intend to continue your fight. 

Thank you and Goodbye Mr. Lewis.

Nia Mack 

Black Girl Magic

young black girl with afro fixing her crown

A true queen fixing her crown

Like Powell, I am also an African American woman who is finally stepping into the real world and is expected to survive just like everyone else. For the first time I am experiencing real life situations and with my prior knowledge expected to overcome and succeed in this game called life. When I do wear my naturally kinky hair out I constantly get the stares from people who wear their judgment on their face and it always bothered me. I want to bring light to this issue because no one or workplace should ever tell me my natural coils are not deemed as professional or untamed. People need to be more educated on this issue whether it directly affects them or not and my goal from this spatial analysis is to do just that.

My space that I observed was outside of Highland Bakery in Downtown Atlanta which is located next to 25 Park Place, GSU’s advisement office and is across the street from Woodruff Park. Nearby is Helen M. Aderhold Learning Center which is surrounded by many food places as well as GSU’s School of Law. To observe a space, you must also observe the people in that space and in this space, to me, was the perfect place to conduct my observations. Details are critical for readers to get a general synopsis of the purpose of the writing piece. 

Black women are pieces of art and must be respected that way. They do not appreciate others touching their hair which is their art.

Art is valuable- don’t touch my art.

My purpose of writing about this societal issue is to shine light on a problem that is not always even considered a problem because it is not affecting a majority. 

A girl walks by with chocolate melanin skin and thick fluffy hair that she put in a puff. Her hair bounced in each stride that she took. She was carrying a purse on her shoulder, wearing dress pants and a buttoned dress shirt. She was dressed as if she was on her way to a business class and conducted herself as so. She held her head high while she walked, like a model. Confidence. A feeling of self-assurance arising from one’s appreciation of one’s own abilities or qualities. One look at this young lady and she radiated confidence. But why?  Maybe it was her professional clothing, or the way she held her head with every stride or maybe just maybe it is her afro kinky hair that was put into a puff that sat perfectly in the air. 

One girl with rich brown skin caught my eye; she was about 5’6 and had a fairly long blonde wig with a short grey dress on, a large metal bullhorn nose ring and topped of her look with a look of distress. With one glance million things would run into your head. However, maybe there’s a significant reasoning behind this appearance that many would not ever get the chance to discover or explore. Maybe just maybe she dressed like this to distract others from her issues that she was insecure with herself or simply had issues that just have not been solved because maybe she was not ready to talk about them or has not even faced the fact that she may have an issue. One look at her and you see a platinum blonde wig and a metal bullnose ring and miss the kindness in her eyes that is screaming someone look at me and ask me if I am okay. Maybe she wants someone to notice her for her and not the color of her hair. 

A brown skin girl with chunky circle black glasses with long medium sized square parted goddess braids that are wrapped in gold wire waits to cross the other side of Park Place. Her face was buried into her phone as cars pass her by due to the green light indicating for them to drive. Subconsciously, she moves her braids behind her so it’s not in her face. In this moment she plays with her braids as she waits to pass time. She is wearing jeans and a sweatshirt as she carries her bookbag on her back. Her book bag was open and you could see her papers everywhere and textbooks wearing her down as she stood waiting for the traffic light to be in her favor. Girls put their hair in protective styles such as braids because it may be more manageable than their real hair and many college students barely have time as it is so maybe that is why she wears her hair in braids. As school wears her down, she needs to be focused and put her hair in braids, but, let’s say you did not get this impression. Why else would she wear braids? 

Black women attending CurlFest, an annual festival for Black women to remind each other that their natural hair is beautiful and should be embraced!

Visual of when queens unite with other queens

Whether people realize it or not, hair is an important characteristic that many people of all races and ethnicities use to express themselves. All of the Black women that were observed had one thing in common; their hair is very versatile and they knew this. They wore their natural hair in multiple different styles. Some wore their natural hair, some had twists, some wore braids, many put in extensions, some girls put in weaves, or wore wigs, and the list goes on. But exactly how would one of these women or, even you, feel if your boss told them that your hair or certain hairstyle was “unprofessional”? Can you even begin to imagine the embarrassment and humiliation of getting sent home because your boss believes your hair is “untamed”? The last question is if you are an African American woman, working for a corporation and it was you being discriminated for you how would you make sure this never happened again?

Change

Dear John Lewis,

I do not think I will ever read about our history and feel my body getting heated as I am overcome with rage and anger. To really read first hand about what you and our people went through just to gain their basic rights is absurd. Our people were looking for help in the government to grant them their voting rights while the government was doing everything in their power to deny this request. So the million dollar question is WHY are we asking the same government that promotes and was founded on “liberty and freedom for all” to granted us our basic human rights. Why is it even a question that you should treat everyone with respect? Why should the color of someone’s skin, something they CANNOT  control nor change effect how they are treated? And with all the research and evaluation, the answer is very clear. How can you ask for rights if you are not considered as equal to White people? 

Fist in the air= a salute to Blacks.

Black power.

So yes the narrative has changed since the 1960s but it’s not perfect. To most we are STILL looked at as inferior, we are STILL being dehumanized, we are STILL being painted as a threat because the color of our skin, and we are STILL being discriminated in the legal system. Police brutality is real, misrepresentation of Black people in the media is real, rigid stereotypes given to Black people are real, mass incarceration of Black people is real, all of these problems are real and are dire need of change. 

MARCH

Dear Mr. Lewis,

I physically, mentally, nor emotionally put into words the feelings I had when I read another part of your book. I can only imagine how difficult it must have been to remain peaceful through all the struggles you and our people faced. It was inspiring reading about Frannie Lou Hamer and learning how a Black woman was an activist who risked her life in hopes of change for out people. Reading about the three volunteers who “went missing” reminded me that the change that you and many others were fighting for 60 years ago was just the beginning. Today we are STILL fighting police brutality as we see our Black brothers and sisters being dehumanized and killed at the hands of corrupt officers because we can seem to make them understand that the color of skin is not a weapon. So what are some possible solutions you ask? Well, I believe with the right education to our Black community, especially the youth, we can rewrite some of the outcomes of police brutality. However the real change needs to be within the corrupt system. In this generation we have the power to use social media for good for a change. We must educate ourselves, unite together and continue to fight for change. 

Sincerely, 

 

Nia Mack

P.S.: Still have a dream. 

Keep Fighting

Dear Mr. John Lewis,
I have only read 27 pages thus far in your book March and I am speechless. Learning about the hardships African Americans faced during the fight for equality always sparked my interest, however, your book was a whole other level of powerful. In the opening I loved how you portrayed the girls’ innocent conversation in contrast to how violent their conversation ended. I loved how as the series of events continued to unfold, you showed the different reactions and thoughts of influential leaders as they came together to discuss solutions to these problems. There was a constant debate of how to proceed because not everyone agreed that a peaceful, nonviolent approach was best in this situation. However, the biggest lingering question I have had all my life to any Black person to experience this kind of public disp is how is your first reaction to fight for change peaceful? I completely understand the logic of planning peaceful marches and protests to convey your message, but how exactly does one stay calm and peaceful as they are getting beaten by White police officers or spit on by white customers in the local diner while the waiters refuse to serve them or forced to use a different bathroom because the color of their skin is not seen as valuable enough to release their waste in the same room as White people? Reading books like this makes me angry, angry that my people had to go through this bullshit, angry that color matters AND STILL MATTERS. Mr. Lewis you are an inspiration and this book was to remind us how the fight started and it is a wake up that we need to continue this fight. So yes, I accept your challenge to continue the fight.
Sincerely,
Nia Mack

Goodnight Moon

Nia at age 3

The air grew crisp and the wood was icy under my bare feet as I slid into bed quickly. Leaves changing colors and falling, the sound of the heaters, thick comforters were my favorite time of year, and to be quite honest still is. As the door handle turned I shouted quick “I’m all ready, I’m ready!” My dad laughed as he laid down next to me. I grabbed the hard wooden book carefully making sure it remained in tacked. “Are you sure you want to read this again?” My dad asked. “Good night Moon,” I said as I started the book. “Good night stars,” my dad and I said together. “Nia you already know this book.” “It’s my favorite how could I not dad!” 

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