I have taken most of posts down now and made it accessible to only family members for now.  There are multiple reasons for doing so and it may return as a fully public site in the future but for now, it will remain mostly semi-private.

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First, I have to explain what inspired me to dig this picture out of an old album. Last week, New York Times editor Damien Cave visited my university campus and made a special visit to my anthropology class to discuss the ways journalists are reimagining stories about race and ethnicity and co-creating stories through innovative digital engagement. While formulating my lecture and class activities in anticipation of his visit, I found myself entrenched in the stories in this series he worked on, “Unpublished Photos of Black History.”

Cave and other writers carefully assembled photos that were for one reason or another, excluded from the news or tucked quietly away into archives or back pages as a blip, rendering those particular stories invisible until now.

I then came across a wonderful feature asking readers to contribute their own photo and story of how it could contribute to a less visible/acknowledged piece of Black History. I was compelled and immediately knew which one to submit.

This was taken in the 1960’s in Texas according to my mother. The woman on the left is my mother who had somewhat recently arrived from Okinawa. She left Okinawa before it reverted to Japan which meant she went from a politically ambiguous state that thrived on extralegal governance only to arrive in another nonsensical landscape, fiercely segregated Texas. In a place where the binary of black/white dominated, an encounter with an Asian woman was a strange experience.

In the middle is my stately grandmother. She was biracial and her white father and black mother lived together when it was still illegal. My grandmother and her two siblings were considered bastards until the anti-miscegenation laws were repealed. She was a school teacher and she lived in the fifth ward of Houston. Women like my grandmother gave my mother a somewhat normalizing social life—teaching her how to play card games like Bridge with her friends, cook collard greens and do our thick locks of hair (when we came along.)  She was a sounding board for when she needed a confidante. She helped her navigate life off the US military base and in a world where racial boundaries were dizzying.

On the right is my aunt who was adopted from Korea. She is Black and Korean.  My grandmother read multiple stories about Black Korean children and the crisis of these highly racialized children in orphanages.  In the 1950’s, magazines like Ebony published photos with explicit instructions on how their predominantly Black readers in particular could adopt or make their voice heard at the state department.  These calls to action made their way into the homes of people like my grandmother.  She belonged to an organized group of Black women who were activists, educators, and philanthropists and they had intense discussions about these articles in these Black journals.  She ultimately made the decision to adopt both my aunt and uncle from Korea. Already a stepmother to multiple other children, including my dad and his other siblings (who were already about 20 years older) she was still moved to “do her part” and expand the family by two more children.

This photo tells me of these interesting intersections in the US South: Black women who organized wth an eye on translational events/processes and Asian women and mixed children who were intimately incorporated into the fold of highly racialized spaces.

I encourage other families to submit their photos and stories as well. They open our understanding of what it means to be a member of our imagined communities.

**UPDATE**  I just had a lovely conversation with my aunt in this photo and she said, it was not just the magazines but her church community that also made a significant impact.  She was a member of Antioch Baptist Church, the oldest and first Black baptist church in Houston organized by freed slaves in the late 1800’s.  Members of that church community also had discussions about these adoptions and she reached out to an agency based in Seoul.