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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.


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