Heather S.
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I'm not sure that "charming" is the word I'd use to describe this historically important museum. "Heartrending," yes. "Awe-inspiring," yes. "Charming," not so much. The photos on the walls are among the 1.8 million Mr. Withers took over the years documenting the Civil Rights movement, yet another example of man's inhumanity to man. I followed the docent's recommendation to start at the back of the room and spiral around, and may I just admit that I was relieved the photos are B&W - they're brutal enough and my imagination filled in the rest. By the time I made it halfway down the first wall I was in tears, and when I reached the photos of the Little Rock Nine with the National Guard in the background I lost it, especially as there were National Guard personnel in the street outside (along with FBI, ICE, city police, state police, IRS-CI, etc.). The lovely docent (with whom I bonded over our shared history of public school education), reached into her desk and brought out a roll of TP to staunch my tears. (I'm welling up just at the memory.) Thankfully, farther on in the exhibit are photos of musicians including James Brown, Otis Redding, The King & BB King, and many more. (Still didn't completely shake my melancholy from the previous photos, though.) This place should be on every school's field trip schedule - haven't checked to see if anyone's made a documentary about the man and his extraordinary body of work, but if not, there should be. This is our history as Americans, and some of it is ugly, ugly, ugly, but it doesn't mean it should be forgotten; someone wiser than me once said, "those who do not learn from the mistakes of history are doomed to repeat them." (Ending on a slightly lighter note, Bill Withers is distantly related and the docent played "Lean On Me" especially for me as I walked through the space.) Entry is donation only, and prints of the photos are for sale. The location is on the extremely popular Beale Street, so there's no excuse not to go.