Melba Pattillo Beals - Warriors Don’t Cry:/ A Searing Memoir of the Battle to Integrate Little Rock’s Central High

Copyright 2011 by Melba Beals.

This electronic format is published by Tantor eBooks, a division of Tantor Media, Incorporated,
and was produced in the year 2011.

I am grateful to:the late Supreme Court Justice Thurgood Marshallour guiding light, our protectora brave warrior whose tenacity and courage will be an inspirational banner to mankind for all eternity.Federal Judge Robert Carter, like Justice Marshall an untiring architect of the Brown v. Board of Education of Topeka, Kansas decision, also a warrior who has forged a path with his own life.L. C. Bates, Daisy Bates, Wiley Branton, Sr., and the ministers who stood beside our parents to cheer us on.Federal Judge Ronald Daviesa man with the courage of his convictions.The brave men and women of the 101st Airborne who guarded us.the memory of hte late Eugene Smith, and to all the Little Rock police officers who risked their own lives to shield us from the mob.Grace Lorch and Benjamin Fine, who gave comfort to Elizabeth in the face of a mob.Mrs. Pickwick, my shorthand teacher at Central High, who exhibited a sense of fair play.Elizabeth Huckaby, girls vice-principal at Central High, who tried to give Personal Best.the very few nameless Central High students who dared to smile or cast a pleasant glance or refused to torture us.Link, who dared to be my friend.George and Carol McCabe, the white surrogat parents who took me into their home, gave me unconditional love, and walked with me over the bridge to adulthood.Judy, Joan, Dory, and Rick McCabe, who welcomed me as their sister.my spiritual family, always at my side when I needed them: Aliaster and Consi Smith; Maria and Jean Picard; Sanford and Catherine Rosen and family; Dr. Mimi Silbert; Babette Wurtz, and Dr. David Geisinger.my dear sisters and brothers, Dorothy Divack, Leslie Divack, Jim Harris, Dana Durst Lawrence, Richard Lawrence, Martha Jane McNally, Patricia O'Neil, Saemi Ladue, and Claudette Jeminez.my colleagues who encouraged me to the finish line: Jim Frey, Mollie Giles, Jay Schaefer, Sandra Dijkstra, and Danno.Julie Rubenstein and Molly Allen, kindred souls who understood and shared my vision of this book. GRANDMOTHER always said that time brings about change, and as time moves forward, our significant life events become a series of snapshots in our minds.

Today, at age sixty-five, I realize she was so right. I am alive and well, and my head is filled with life-event photos, some events that I thought would be my undoing. These days I have little fear of what is to come because I realize it is all ultimately part of a wonderful mystery, unraveling with each day.

But when I first heard Grandmothers wisdom, I was fifteen years old, frightened, and caught up in the middle of a political firestorm over racial segregation. Eight other teenagers and I stood at the center of the tug-of-war between the U.S. government, Arkansass governor, and the angry white mobs intent on halting integration in Little Rocks Central High School.

At the time, I had no idea of the impact or importance of our successful entry and very difficult year as students inside Central High. It would turn out that our determination to remain in school, despite having to tread through a jungle of hatred and human torture from segregationists, would help to change the course of history and grant access to equality and opportunity for people of color. My younger brother, Conrad Pattillo, would become the first black U.S. Marshal in Arkansass history. In the years to follow, a black woman would become Little Rocks mayor. Many African-Americans would serve in the same legislature that fifty years ago voted to halt integration. And yes, Central Highs population would diversify and even flourish under a black principal.
ON August 20, 2005, hundreds of people, many of them white Arkansans, gathered on the grounds of the Arkansas state capitol for the unveiling of statues of the nine of us. On this day, many of the people who once scorned us have come to congratulate us for standing our ground, for claiming our equality, for completing that year at Central High School against all odds.

This was a place where it is said that the Ku Klux Klan had gathered in their white robes back in 1957 to plan our demise. But today, the area is filled with admirers: whites, blacks, Asianshuman beings of every description. There are also more than one hundred news reporters and flashing media cameras; with dignitaries, U.S. senators, state legislators, and ministers; and with the citys uniformed police officers (yes, members of the same Little Rock force once dispatched to keep us out of Central High in 1957) who were there this day to protect us, to ensure passage through the crowds and safe entry onto the stage.

My attention was riveted to the black cloth draped over my statue, which appeared to be even taller than my five feet eight inches, though considerably slimmer than my now senior body. I couldnt help wondering, What does the statue really look like? Does it truly resemble me at age fifteen?

Pull the cordnow, one of the program coordinators whispered. Suddenly my hand reached out, and I pulled. The audience applauded wildlythen fell into a weird, whispering silence. I stood frozen, my eyes and my person riveted on the statue. I thought, My Godits meme, with a ponytail, a young face, a tall, thin body clutching my books to my chest. It is me, poised, ready to attend a day at Central High. I felt as though I must hug this innocent, wide-eyed young girl; I must shelter her wounded spirit.

Suddenly the throng of reporters was pushing forward, moving closer, only a few feet away, determined to get pictures of me and the eight others as we stared at our young images. We nine were oblivious as we examined our younger selves. We were overwhelmed with tears, immersed in the moment, emotionally weeping at the sight of the nine statues, so real, so commanding. When we nine are together, we become one, falling into lockstep, anxious, happy to be together once more. Now we were crying together, grateful we had made it to this moment, alive and celebrating on a spot where we might have been hanged.
THIS year, 2007, marks the fiftieth anniversary of the integration of Central High. To celebrate that occasion, a coin will be available from the U.S. Mint, a Little Rock Museum will be opened, and former President Clinton will host a celebration. It will be a week of galas and joyous cavorting. Huge committees of Little Rocks finest have convened over the past two years with the sole purpose of creating the right events at the right times to attract people and publicity from around the world.

Going forward, I am grateful for this time of celebration but I dont want it to obstruct all our perceptions of the fact that there is a lot of work still to be done. We have only survived and triumphed in round one of the bouts that have made and continue to remake America. There are so many more steps to be taken to achieve human equality.