i was bored and i tried to learn the states’ locations and then listened to country roads too many times and i think you see where is this going
i want to open a book store that is 24 hours and people can finally go out at like 2am and be like “i just finished the first book in the series i need the next one stat” or if people are just having a stressful night and want to be surrounded by books
My favorite part about this post is that someone understands that it’s calming to be surrounded by books
MIDNIGHT BOOK RELEASES!
“The Black Students Who Wouldn’t Leave the Lunch Counter
The civil rights era began on February 1, 1960. And one of the four men who started it was Franklin McCain, who died Thursday at the age of 72.”
“What happened in Greensboro, North Carolina on February 1, 1960, took even John Lewis by surprise. In his memoir, Walking With the Wind, the future civil rights icon (whose most intense days at the head of the movement were yet ahead of him as that decade began) recounted the episode:
There were four guys in Greensboro, all of them freshman at North Carolina A&T College. They had no plan, no preparation. One of them had read that FOR comic book about King and Montgomery, they had begun talking about the process of nonviolent action, and on this particular afternoon they simply decided it was time for them to do something.
Which they did, taking four seats late that day at the whites-only lunch counter of Greensboro’s downtown Woolworth’s store and touching off what would come to be called the sit-in movement across the South. It happened so spontaneously, so suddenly, that the next morning’s newspapers contained no accounts of the incident.
One of those brave students was Franklin McCain, who died Thursday at the age of 72. In its obituary Friday, the Charlotte Observer recounted this story, which offers some insight into McCain’s motivations:
In an Observer story in 2010, on the 50th anniversary of the sit-in, McCain said he had been told by his parents and grandparents that if they followed the Bill of Rights, Constitution and Ten Commandments, and if they worked hard and helped others, they had a good chance of success. “The system still betrayed us,” McCain said. “I considered myself as part of the big lie. All four of us did.”
And the University of North Carolina at Greensboro has available an old audio interview with McCain and one of his fellow protestors, Jibreel Khazan, who offered this nuance about the events of those days:
It was really designed to be carried out at the Woolworth lunch counter originally. But I remember Frank making a statement as the protest developed during the week. We didn’t want to put the world on fire, we just wanted to eat. But behind it, we, I feel, did have the idea that this would catch on. We were hoping it would catch on and it would spread throughout the country, but it went even beyond our wildest imagination.
After he helped integrate the nation’s lunch counters, after he helped spark the civil rights revolution of the 1960s, after he and his friends acted while others were still only pondering whether they should act, McCain dutifully completed his undergraduate work with a degree in chemistry and biology and spent three decades working as a chemist and raising a family in Charlotte. And, blessedly, he lived long enough to see the state that once had segregated him honor him.
There are several excellent pieces online about this man’s life and times and at least a few nice tributes to him in death. The best by far comes from NPR in a piece put together Friday morning by Mark Memmott. NPR, in turn, cites the work of its local affiliate, WUNC, which offers an audio recollection by McCain on the events of that fateful day. Please do check out those links but here is the heart of the story:
On February 1, 1960 McCain and his classmates walked into the store, purchased some items and then walked over to the segregated counter. McCain recalls:
Fifteen seconds after I sat on that stool, I had the most wonderful feeling. I had a feeling of liberation, restored manhood; I had a natural high. And I truly felt almost invincible.
He hadn’t even asked for service. When McCain and the others did they were denied. A manager told them they weren’t welcome, a police officer patted his hand with his night stick. The tension grew but it never turned violent.
As McCain and the others continued to sit at the counter, an older white woman who had been observing the scene walked up behind him:
And she whispered in a calm voice, ‘boys, I’m so proud of you’.
McCain says he was stunned:
What I learned from that little incident was don’t you ever, ever stereotype anybody in this life until you at least experience them and have the opportunity to talk to them.
Woolworth’s closed early and the four men returned to campus with empty stomachs and no idea about what they had just started. The next day another 20 students joined them and 300 came out by the end of the week. Word of the sit-ins spread by newspapers and demonstrations began in Winston-Salem, Durham, Asheville and Wilmington; within 2 months of the initial sit-in, 54 cities in nine different states had movements of their own. The Greensboro lunch counter desegregated six months later.
McCain and his three colleagues were heroes in the old-fashioned, soldier’s sense of the word: Sick of their situation, unwilling any longer to tolerate it, fearing the cost of inaction less than the cost of action, they stood up and went over the top, out into battle.”
first image via Learn NC
is it just me being an american or is america like the least offensive hetalia character
like all the other countries its like i could see people actually getting offended at the character of their country
then american hetalia fans are like “haha ye were fucking terrible”
i gotta be real with you i think the reason americans aren’t offended by stereotypes is because we love being talked about.
that is the realest shit ive seen tonight wow
Juana Briones (1802-1889)
Art by Hey Lady Wanderlust (tumblr)
A native Californian, Juana was born to a Mexican family in Santa Cruz which at that time was part of the fringes of the Spanish empire. As a young girl, she moved with her family to the San Francisco Presidio. Juana married at age 18 and bore eleven children, eight of whom survived into adulthood. She also adopted an orphaned Native American girl who she raised as her own.
Juana’s husband was abusive and in 1840 Juana obtained a legal separation from him, incredibly unusual for the time. Juana ran a dairy farm in what is today the North Beach neighborhood of San Francisco and a cattle ranch in Palo Alto. Many Latinos lost their land due to insufficiently documented ownership when California became a state in 1850, but Juana managed to document her landownership and retain her property despite being illiterate. Juana was also locally known as a healer who incorporated Native American traditions.
There are numerous memorials to Juana in the Bay Area. Plaques commemorating Juana can be found in San Francisco on the Lyon Street steps and on a bench in Washington Square Park. A park and an elementary school in Palo Alto are named in her honor.
Hat tip to Tofu’s Art for pointing out the exhibit.
Track Name: The Devil Went Down to Georgia
Artist: Charlie Daniels Band
Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.
'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards.
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold,
But if you lose the devil gets your soul.
Hello, and welcome.
She looked around “not much. I have just never been this far south “
"Oh? That is a shame, though I suppose it ain’t very surprising; not much reason for foreign dignitaries like yourself to be way out here. Would you like some tea, then?"
As I tend to do. I rarely leave Europe though, so this was a nice change.
Seems you may do more travelling than me, as I rarely leave the country. But ah, I ‘pose it doesn’t make much difference; there’s some states one could drive for hours and still not cross a state line. I do hope you’re enjoying Dixie, however.