Six people sat for a photograph in Atlanta, Georgia, in October 1897. Inside a prominent photography studio, a prosperous Black family arranged itself before the camera. The father, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, stood with quiet authority. The mother, elegant in a high-necked Victorian dress with fashionable sleeves, sat poised and dignified. Their 3 older children positioned themselves carefully around their parents, their expressions serious in the manner of the era. Seated in the mother’s lap was a child who seemed not to belong.
She was a small girl, perhaps 6 or 7 years old, whose skin appeared strikingly pale against her mother’s dark hands, whose hair gleamed a light blonde beneath a carefully tied ribbon, and whose presence in the frame raised a question that no archivist, historian, or genealogist had ever answered. Who was this child, and why was she
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