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Sit-in at the Woolworths lunch counter in Jackson, Mississippi, 1963

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Annie Moody (far right) was a student at Tougaloo College in Jackson. Mustard and ketchup drip off her forehead. Joan Trumpauer (center), also a student at Tougaloo, had been doused with mustard, ketchup, water, Coca-Cola, and spray paint. Tougaloo professor John Salter (left) is covered in condiments and blood. He had been hit with brass knuckles.

The all-white police force allowed several hundred people to torment them before arresting the protesters.

It was a photograph which was widely reprinted back then, but not much since; of the United States’ civil rights struggle in the 1960s and the 1970s, many iconic photos had been made, but only a handful conveys the scale of anger and hatred this photo captured on May 28, 1963.

The moment was captured by Jackson Daily News photographer Fred Blackwell, who stood atop the lunch counter to take pictures.

Joan Crawford (LOC)

The Library of Congress posted a photo:

Joan Crawford (LOC)

Bain News Service,, publisher.

Joan Crawford

[between ca. 1915 and ca. 1920]

1 negative : glass ; 5 x 7 in. or smaller.

Notes:
Title from data provided by the Bain News Service on the negative.
Caption on negative: “Peach satin trouser “bags”, tight bodice[?] […] uncurled ost. feathers wrist & neck & bands of peach velvet.”.
Forms part of: George Grantham Bain Collection (Library of Congress).

Format: Glass negatives.

Rights Info: No known restrictions on publication.

Repository: Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division, Washington, D.C. 20540 USA, http://1.usa.gov/1D9d3AE

General information about the Bain Collection is available at http://1.usa.gov/1HWc8Jc

Higher resolution image is available (Persistent URL): http://1.usa.gov/1Nx6mfI

Call Number: LC-B2- 4387-13a

(3/3) “Ever since we had our first child, I stopped watching…

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(3/3) “Ever since we had our first child, I stopped watching the TV. Everyday I used to watch the news and obsess over what was happening back in Syria. But once we had children, I had to realize that I couldn’t change anything, and the worrying wasn’t helping my family. We learned recently that we will be moving to a state called Michigan. I’m a pessimist, so I’m not going to believe it until we are on the plane. But my nephew is there and he says it’s like heaven. He says it’s very green and has nice nature. When we get to Michigan, I’m not going to turn on the television again. I’m done with religion and politics forever. I only want to worry about milk and diapers.”

(Amman, Jordan)

(2/3) “We met because of a wrong number. But we ended up…

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(2/3) “We met because of a wrong number. But we ended up speaking for a few minutes, and at the end of our conversation, he asked if he could call again. Soon he was calling me every day. It never felt romantic. I never felt that he had bad intentions. It just felt like he needed someone to talk to. He would tell me every little detail about his day. We’d talk for hours. Those phone calls were the highlight of my days. I was a refugee too. I was also lonely. So I’d sit in my room and wait for the phone to ring. Eventually we met in person. But I’m seven years older than him. I never once expected him to mention marriage. But then one day he asked if he could come speak to my family.”

(Amman, Jordan)

(1/3) “I was studying Literature and French Philosophy when…

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(1/3) “I was studying Literature and French Philosophy when the war came. I wanted to be an Arabic teacher. I didn’t want to be a soldier. I didn’t want to kill anyone. I had no interest in religion or politics. But all the young men were being forced to join the army, so when it came time to renew my papers, I ran. I only packed a small suitcase. I was planning to stay in Jordan for maybe a month until things calmed down. But when a month passed and the war hadn’t ended, I thought: ‘Maybe two months.’ Then: ‘Maybe three months.’ But after three months my mother told me that our house had been destroyed. She sent me a picture on the phone. Everything was rubble. There was nothing to go back to. But I had nothing in Jordan. I’d run out of money. I didn’t know anyone. I was homeless. I felt so alone that I wanted to kill myself. Then one day I tried to call a friend’s phone but a strange voice answered.”

(Amman, Jordan)

As I left my inlaws’ house this evening, I saw MSNBC queuing up a press conference with the…

As I left my inlaws’ house this evening, I saw MSNBC queuing up a press conference with the California Council on American-Islamic relations, where they were expected to denounce the actions of the San Bernardino shooters today.

I’m still waiting on the one from the GOP and the Evangelical Christian right-wing, anti-choice lobby regarding Friday’s mass shooting at Planned Parenthood.

Is that one scheduled yet?

The Little Giant – Johnny Griffin – in this phenomenal ballad from the Village Vanguard 1981. You have…

The Little Giant – Johnny Griffin – in this phenomenal ballad from the Village Vanguard 1981. You have to hear the solo in a good sound system to appreciate the nuances in the breathy solo he takes at 4:40. People use to see him as a speed freak, but it’s a gorgeous introspective solo.

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