I was very moved by the reminisces of your Grandfather. I took the time to revisit your website http://www.portraitsinblack.com. I looked into faces reflected in the collection of photographs and I began to meditate on them, each one that moved me. Stoical faces still reflect hope and an undefeated spirit. How such people could endure the overwhelming burden placed upon them and still stand up tall and straight. We today still lack the understanding of the gravity of the "Days" of our "Parents". Our current behavior reflects our callous disregard for the sacrifice of our ancestors. Ironically our hearts have been hardened against the "Breast that suckled us"; with milk that would not only sustain us in our "infancy", but would also give to us a strength that would allow us to stand, as a race, on our own, never again to be threatened. The "swagger and bop" in our stride is not earned, but stolen. We thrash through the rewards won by our forefathers like conquerors through the "spoil". Ungrateful children tearing into the gift, oblivious to the soft and gentle voice of the gift giver. “I love you so very much”, these words we can not hear. They are lost in the sound of gift wrap torn apart. Neither do we look up, we never notice the tears, tears of concern, yet still hopeful, that we might come to ourselves and realize just how precious the “gift”. Not yet, though, we dash from the room, leaving behind empty arms that might have embraced and crushed us with tremendous love.
I am indeed very grateful to you Mr. Powell and all of you who have created the “reservoirs” of knowledge that we may continue to drink from them. Fore I thirst constantly and find the “water” very refreshing.