Hate

Expressionless eyes look into the camera, eager to be on tomorrow's front page, hoping her cause will gain support. Her firm lips reveal resolve, ripened by years of anger, prepared for confrontation. She stands in front of her teenage daughters of the Confederacy, passing intolerance to the next generation. The daughters seem distracted, both looking in a different direction, but the mother's eyes are locked on the camera. Her life is symbolized by what she holds, materialism is her religion-- power her only desire. Her right arm supports her purse, hanging by two straps, representing money and possessions. One hand grasps not one, but two small confederate flags, ready to enlist any new convert to join her crusade. With both hands held high, she holds a primitive sign “ don’t you wish you were white.” I view this old photo and wonder about racism and its effect on the subsequent generation.