Helen
Hampton shivered under two blankets. Her
knit hat, gloves and whatever layers she
wore did little to deter the wind and cold
from embracing her as she waited in her
wheelchair. She is petite, thin, and while
her body may be frail, there was nothing
frail about her determination to see Barack
Obama take the oath of office as the 44th
President of the United States.
First
having made the trip from southern
Mississippi to Atlanta, Helen and her son
had driven to Washington on a trip that took
a total of well over fifteen hours. She said
she came to the inauguration because she
“thought it would be an inspiration.”
Mr.
President, if you met Helen Hampton, it is
she who would inspire you.
It was
1924, in Picayune, MS, in the southernmost
part of the state, near the Pearl River, and
not far from the Louisiana border. Helen was
born into the Jim Crow South. Segregation
determined where one lived, where a child
found education. Segregation and racism may
have defined nearly every moment of Helen’s
life, but they didn’t confine her.
She became
an educator, teaching children “from the
third grade up through seniors in college.”
At Rust College, an
historically black college in Holly Springs,
Mississippi, she taught chemistry and
mathematics, finally retiring at the age of
seventy-four.
Because I
accompanied someone with a walker, I was
standing in an accessible area, next to her
and her son, enduring the bitter cold and
the wind off the Capitol Reflecting Pool.
Her eyes caught my attention; they have a
brightness about them that drew me to her.
She didn’t say much, nearly hidden beneath
blankets and hat. A few times I pulled her
blanket closer around her, and it was
obvious that the day was an ordeal for her.
Helen wasn’t leaving, however, and from
where she sat, she had a good, if distant,
view over the pool to the Capitol.
Just before
the Inauguration ceremony began, the crowd
behind us broke through the retaining fence
and swarmed the accessible area. Helen, in
her wheelchair, lost her good view in
exchange for the backs of ten heads now
standing in front of her. I pleaded with
those blocking her view to let her see. A
few people moved, only to be replaced by
others obstinately refusing to allow those
in wheelchairs more than an occasional
glimpse of the Capitol steps. Even the
police ignored my requests to move the
standing crowd out of the line of sight of
those who couldn’t stand. Helen told me she
didn’t really care about most of the
program, though; she just wanted to “see
that man take the oath of office.”
At the
introduction of Barack Obama, I loaned her
my binoculars and she twisted in a way so as
to peer through the crowd and spot him as he
strode out the Capitol door and onto the
balcony. Then, when he rose to take the oath
of office, Helen’s son raised his mother up
and supported her so that she could witness
what she had traveled so far to see. When
she returned to her wheelchair, she
possessed a smile only outdone by the look
of joy and satisfaction in her shining eyes.
Once the
Reverend Lowery’s benediction was over, we
remained in place while the crowd began to
disperse, and I asked her what she hoped for
in the Obama presidency.
Mr.
President, this woman knows what she’s
talking about.
Firstly,
Helen wants you to “seek good advice and set
a good example for other young men and women
and the US as a whole.”
Secondly,
“with all the different states and this new
experience” she wants you to help us “all
work together as one for our economy to
improve, so that people don’t lose their
homes, so that children have money for
college, for better employment, so that
young children don’t go hungry and for
better health care for everyone.”
President
Obama, this is Helen Hampton’s message and
assignment for you. She’s not asking you to
do it all by yourself, but she is expecting
you to lead our country to a better
place. If you could meet Helen, you’d know
that the words of this smart, gentle woman
come from the wisdom of her years and the
experience of the struggles and triumphs of
her life.
Addendum:
Helen
Hampton lived nearly seven more years,
passing in November of
2015. Read more about the life
of this remarkable woman.