“To be free is to wear our colors as bright as they can
shine,” said Susie to Minnie.
“To wear our colors is to own dresses that truly belong to
us,” said Minnie to Savannah.
“To own dresses is to be free humans of our own control,”
said Savannah to Susie.
Every step we took down that scorching
Atlanta was more than the typical daily stroll about town. We were a movement,
a message. We were free and every person that had the privilege of laying their
eyes on us would know it. Bright colors because we had never been allowed to
wear them before. We didn’t get to wear real
dresses. Tattered cloth doesn’t count. There wasn’t a person on the earth that
could take the happiness we felt that day from us. We saw the white women
watching us in disgust. They didn’t approve of or understand the skip in our
steps. They didn’t understand why we twirled those parasols every few seconds.
They probably never will.
Abbie Brooks never knew the chains
of slavery. Abbie Brooks never knew the fear that crawled up our skins every
morning, noon, and night. Abbie Brooks never knew the bitter taste of bondage
so that she could love the sweetest tastes of freedom. She doesn’t know that
those “incongruent patterns” are the paths we took to fight our way to these
Atlanta streets. She doesn’t know just how easy she has it. Every aspect of
free life is new to us and we aren’t ashamed to take advantage of it.
Talking to each other whenever and
however we please, is an experience we’ve never had. Imagine spending your
whole life not being able to control when you laugh, cry, walk, or talk. Could
you think about not knowing whether or not your child would be held in your
arms ever again? That pain and fear haunted us our entire lives. It will not
have that power any longer. As black women, we will live our lives. We will
share jokes and songs with our family and friends. We will love each other and
ourselves. We will live the life of free women and no one, not a white man or
an Abbie Brooks, will tell us other wise.
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