If you have studied American history in any real capacity, you have seen this famous photograph. It captures a moment during the desegregation of schools after the Supreme Court’s decision in Brown v. Board. In it, Elizabeth Eckford, a Black teenager, walks in sunglasses and a dress while holding school papers to her chest. Behind her and surrounding her, white people are screaming and sneering at her. Just as Norman Rockwell’s famous painting captures a moment in which Ruby Bridges was the sole Black child selected to desegregate a previously all-white elementary school in Louisiana, the photograph of Elizabeth Eckford represents the nine Black students in Arkansas, known as the Little Rock Nine, who were selected to desegregate Central High.
The photograph is especially poignant because of the expression, or lack thereof, on Elizabeth Eckford’s face. I’ve always marveled at the difference between her calm, dignified, composure that must have come from such deep fear and the agitated, hateful faces around her. In viewing the photograph I’ve always felt very conscious of being an observer. I had seen images like the photograph of Eckford but I had not previously known what happened to these poor kids once inside the school, away from cameras.
Part of the beauty of the book Warriors Don’t Cry is that the reader views the same scene captured in the photograph, but from the point of view of author Melba Pattillo Beals, another of the Little Rock Nine. Beals watches her friend Elizabeth Eckford being hounded by this swarm of vile people and blocked by Governor Faubus’s men from entering the school as she herself is attacked and chased.
At only 225 pages, this book is one scene after another like this. It’s exhausting and sickening, but it has to be to get even an iota of the feelings of dread and fear felt by Beals day after day just trying to go to school. This is a one-of-kind book. Beals has shared so much trauma in these pages, and you know she does it as the warrior her grandmother India helped her realize she could be. The moments of peace were few and far between and therefore even more sacred when Beals was at home with her loving and brilliant family. I recommend this book to anyone interested in history, in civil rights, or in current affairs. It would be a fast read had it not been such a difficult read, but it should be read simply for the fact that it was written.
Edit: I’m docking this a star bc it’s abridged? Why doesn’t it say that on the cover.