Here is a Georgia State Trooper in riot gear at a KKK protest in a north Georgia city back in the 80s. The Trooper is black. Standing in front of him and touching his shield is a curious little boy dressed in a Klan hood and robe. I have stared at this picture and wondered what must have been going through that Trooper’s mind. Before the Trooper is an innocent child who is being taught to hate him because of the color of his skin. The child doesn’t understand what he is being taught, and at this point he doesn’t seem to care. Like any other child his curiosity takes hold and he wants to explore this new thing that this man is holding probably because he can see his reflection in it and that’s a neat thing and he wants to check it out. In this picture I see innocence mixed with hate, the irony of a black man protecting the right of white people to assemble in protest against him, temperance in the face of ignorance, and hope that racism can be broken because this young boy may remember that a black man smiled at him once and he didn’t seem so bad after all.
always a striking photo.
Goes along with my last post.
Palestinians protecting a Jewish Synagogue in Beirut from attacks during the Lebanese Civil War. December, 1975
Until 1982, about 25,000 Jews remained in Lebanon. However in that year, the Israeli Defence Forces attacked Beirut and bombed
the Wadi Jmil synagogue [pictured], nearly destroying it. The siege of Beirut and the widespread destruction of the city by Israeli forces led the majority of Lebanese Jews to flee. Today it is being rebuilt with Lebanese state money for the remaining Jewish community of Lebanon, numbering around 100.
When I was a student at Cambridge I remember an anthropology professor holding up a picture of a bone with 28 incisions carved in it. “This is often considered to be man’s first attempt at a calendar” she explained. She paused as we dutifully wrote this down. ‘My question to you is this – what man needs to mark 28 days? I would suggest to you that this is woman’s first attempt at a calendar.’
It was a moment that changed my life. In that second I stopped to question almost everything I had been taught about the past. How often had I overlooked women’s contributions?
If you reblog this before and/or on February 1st, 2013, I will write your URL down and stick it in a jar or whatever. After February 1st, 2013, I will take the jar of URL’s and I will scatter them around. They may get taped to public bathrooms, they may be thrown into crowds at festivals, or they may get put under napkins at restaurants.
Some one may find your URL, and who knows, they could message you telling you where they found it.
You have until February 1st, 2013 to reblog.