
One of the people in this photo essay was a woodcutter,
financially sound enough to eat well, but he had to be wary of outdoing white
competitors. He was not allowed to vote, because the county had a literacy
requirement that he couldn’t pass. Illiterate white voters were probably
overlooked, but the average black man in the south wasn’t dumb enough to
complain. If the whites attacked, the police would probably look on, and the courts would take
the side of the whites.

Economically, the community was in a bind, because most
stores would not sell to them, and they were at the mercy of the stores that did.
A sack of flour that would cost a white customer a nickel probably cost a black
customer a lot more. The kids were seeing and hearing the same news and
advertisements as white children, but they had to watch the county fair through
the fence, not allowed to attend.
The cover has a photo of a black governess with a white
baby, the well-dressed mother looking on as if she disdains the very notion of having
to have her kid in her lap. I feel sorry for that white baby as much as I do
for the low-paid black woman caring for him. Perhaps this goes to show that the
nasty attitudes behind segregation can harm both colors equally.
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