On Saturday, we went to Downtown Atlanta, where the Centennial Olympic Park, Civil Rights Museum, CNN Headquarters, World of Coca-Cola Museum and the Aquarium all come together to create the ultimate tourist hub. We started off with the Civil Rights Museum. I don’t know how exactly to describe my feelings about it. I liked it, but I didn’t like it. It was interesting and it was powerful, but it wasn’t enjoyable. And by no means do I think it should have been enjoyable- the subject matter is heavy and they did an excellent job of exhibiting it in a way that portrayed its weight.
I don’t really think I understood it until I saw the piece on Emmett Till. Till was in Mississippi visiting a relative (I believe his uncle) and allegedly whistled at a white woman. That night, Till was taken from his home, beaten, shot in the head, tied with barbed wire to a fan and thrown in a river. Till was fourteen. I had to read the sign a couple more times for that to sink in. Emmett Till, at fourteen years of age, was beaten, shot, tied up with barbed wire and thrown in a river. It became even more real for me when I realized my younger sister is fourteen. At fourteen, a literal child (no offense to my younger sister) was murdered for something he might have done. And after being correctly identified and taken to court, the brothers who killed him were ruled innocent after 67 minutes. The sign said that Till’s story is what inspired a number of Civil Rights activists, including Rosa Parks. After reading all of this, I figured- had I been alive- I would have started protesting after that too.
Then there was a bar stool exhibit where, quite frankly, I realized I would not have survived in the Civil Rights movement. The bar stool exhibit was a simulation of what it would be like to participate in a sit-in. You sat at the bar stool, put on the headphones, put your hands on the table and closed your eyes. People yelled at you, a guy got beat up behind the stool, and people kicked the stool. It felt real- it was very loud, and I could feel myself flinch every time someone banged the stool or yelled in my ear. I had to keep telling myself it wasn’t real so I wouldn’t cry. If it was real I definitely would have broken. Having the bravery to face something that brutal and stand (or sit) your ground is something I admire and respect, but it’s not a skill I have yet.
The rest of our day was free time to do what we wanted to do within Downtown Atlanta. After lunch, six of us walked to the CNN Headquarters to see the lobby. On our way there, we were stopped by a man who asked to talk to us. He said he had just gotten off a 14 hour shift, he has a wife and two kids who were staying at a hotel and had to check out earlier that day, and needed $13 more to stay in the hotel for the night. Some of us gave money and some of us didn’t. We got to CNN and we all just stood there for a minute to think about it and talk. He said a lot of things about being Christian, and said if we weren’t good Christians he understood that we wouldn’t feel obligated to anything. This would be a trigger for some people, and would convince them to give money. However, he also had a rosary around his neck, which is a big no-no in the Catholic church. He wasn’t wearing any socks, which made some of us think he couldn’t afford them, but he was also holding a cigarette, which was a sign to others that he didn’t need any help. I think the general consensus was that this is uncomfortable to talk about and we’re never going to know the truth, so we should just move on. We walked around CNN, picked up another person from our class into our group and walked to Georgia State University because it was close. We walked into a shady parking garage because there was a free samples sign. We were disappointed that there weren’t free samples and then we realized that in the movies you never go into the shady parking garage cause that’s where people go to die, and so we started heading out of the parking garage. On our way out we saw that same guy from before approaching us. He tried to stop us again (using the same first lines, so it was definitely scripted) but we said we weren’t interested and kept walking.
We talked in class about how the Greeks and Romans set up their cities way back in the day. They had a hub in the middle and everything worked it’s way out from there. From a tourist’s perspective, it’s much nicer to look at- a nice park space, museums, less huge buildings- but it’s interesting to me to see how they fail to hide the imperfections. While a street musician playing “If You’re Happy and You Know It” on the trumpet may be cute, he might be out of a job and just trying to make a living. While the guy who needs a little cash to keep his family inside for the night seems in need of help, he might just be taking advantage of a couple college kids, as unfortunate as that is.
If I remember correctly from my Art History class last year, there was a Michelangelo painting on the walls / ceiling of a church in Italy. The commissioners hated it because there were a ton of naked people all over the walls, so they painted clothes on the people. It was uncovered years and years later that the people were actually supposed to be naked. I think, in a sense, Atlanta is the same way- the powers that be don’t like all of the issues Atlanta has, so they cover the issues with a park and some museums. While it may look nice to outsiders, it doesn’t fix the problems faced by the people who live here.
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