When did you first realize you were black?
“My mother was a principal in a two-room schoolhouse in Eufaula, Alabama,” Dr. Everlena Holmes said. “We had to walk five miles to school to get there early to start the fire in the pot-belly stove.”
This was second or third grade, 77 years ago. Today, Holmes, who lives in Glenwood, is retired – one the most active retirees in the city – yet that Eufaula memory remains present.
“White kids went by on the school bus and threw things at us,” she said. “They had the school bus. We had to walk.”
A few days ago, Holmes and I stood inside the Hunter Museum of American Art, taking in Noel W. Anderson’s powerful exhibit “Blak Origin Moment.” Anderson, Kentucky-born and Yale University-educated, is an African American whose body of work poses vital questions:
