African-American woman waiting to cast a vote in deep South 1950's. Crowd of people looking at her with anger. [1] The woman stands alone in the center of a vast and empty space, a sea of white stretching out in every direction. Her eyes are fixed on a distant point, her hand clutching her voter registration card tightly to her chest. The silence is deafening. [2] Her dress is a vibrant blue, the only color in a world that seems to have been drained of it. Her hair is pulled back in a simple ponytail, a few strands falling across her face. There's a hint of fear in her eyes, but also something else, something that suggests she's not alone. [3] The world around her is featureless, a void of nothingness that stretches out forever. The only thing that exists is the woman, and the crowd of people that watch her from the darkness. They are faceless, nameless, and utterly silent. 
African-American woman waiting to cast a vote in deep South 1950's. Crowd of people looking at her with anger. [1] The woman stands alone in the center of a vast and empty space, a sea of white stretching out in every direction. Her eyes are fixed on a distant point, her hand clutching her voter registration card tightly to her chest. The silence is deafening. [2] Her dress is a vibrant blue, the only color in a world that seems to have been drained of it. Her hair is pulled back in a simple ponytail, a few strands falling across her face. There's a hint of fear in her eyes, but also something else, something that suggests she's not alone. [3] The world around her is featureless, a void of nothingness that stretches out forever. The only thing that exists is the woman, and the crowd of people that watch her from the darkness. They are faceless, nameless, and utterly silent. --q 2
African-American woman waiting to cast a vote in deep South 1950's. Crowd of people looking at her with anger. [1] The woman stands alone in the center of a vast and empty space, a sea of white stretching out in every direction. Her eyes are fixed on a distant point, her hand clutching her voter registration card tightly to her chest. The silence is deafening. [2] Her dress is a vibrant blue, the only color in a world that seems to have been drained of it. Her hair is pulled back in a simple ponytail, a few strands falling across her face. There's a hint of fear in her eyes, but also something else, something that suggests she's not alone. [3] The world around her is featureless, a void of nothingness that stretches out forever. The only thing that exists is the woman, and the crowd of people that watch her from the darkness. They are faceless
nameless, and utterly silent.
a black and white photo of a woman in a dress and hat
a black and white photo of a woman standing in a line
a woman in a dress and hat standing in a line
a black and white photo of a woman in a line