1963

1963:

 The black woman puts on her coat all the while dressing her daughter at the same time. They both listen to the radio broadcast coming from the living room, but the sounds of screaming cannot be canceled out from the porch window. 

The daughter tries to escape her mother's grip, for her curiosity gets the upper hand. The mother pulls her by the back of her shirt, reeling her back in. The daughter sighs and kicks the dust. The mother giggles and fixes the girls hair, decorating her head with clips and bows.

 The last braid was done. The mother pats her back signaling that her work was finished. Mom grabs a paintbrush, a black colorant, and a wooden stick attached to a paper topped foam board. 

She begins to write "We march for family." When she is done she holds it up, directing it underneath the light to watch it glimmer. Her daughter runs into the kitchen watching the mother review her sign. 

"Momma there's a crowd outside our house." The mother nods and picks her up. "We'll be joinin' them."