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The Mississippi Delta in the early 20th century was America’s raw edge—a place where history and economy, race and labor, collided with a ferocity that shaped the American story. To those who labored in the humid summers of that region, the fields seemed endless, stretching out flat and wide like a white and green ocean under the sun. Image: A child picking cotton outside McGhee, Arkansas in the 1940s. 1/25 28 comments
Cotton was king, and the lives of sharecroppers and tenant farmers revolved around its harvest. It was backbreaking work, with little reward and fewer options for escape. For generations, they remained, not by choice but by circumstance, trapped in the feudal economics of sharecropping and the relentless grip of Jim Crow laws and the vicious coercion it spawned. Image: 11-year-old girl picking cotton in Oklahoma, 1916. 3/25 But by the 1940s, the sounds of the fields began to change—-for the Delta was not static, even if it seemed eternal. The old order was cracking. Tractors & mechanical cotton pickers crept in—- metallic clattering replacing the murmur of voices. These machines were coldly efficient—-replacing entire crews of field hands with the push of a lever. They didn’t need breaks. They didn’t rebel against low wages. And they didn’t dream of freedom. Image: M12H cotton harvester. 4/25 White landowners embraced mechanization with a cold efficiency, reducing costs and increasing yields. And the Delta’s people began to vanish. Image: Rust cotton picker in cotton field, Cloverdale Plantation, Clarksdale, Mississippi Delta, Mississippi], Wolcott, Marion Post, 1910-1990, photographer, 1939 Oct. 5/25 Those trains heading north carried those who had toiled in the Delta fields for decades, their belongings packed into battered suitcases and cardboard boxes. For the Black families leaving, the journey was both a rupture and a rebirth, a departure from the familiar rhythm of the fields for the uncertain promise of Northern cities. Image: Lange, Dorothea Lange, On MS Hwy 1 between Greenville and Clarksdale. Black American family being moved from AR to MS by white tenant. 1938. June. 7/25 Detroit, Cleveland, Chicago—these names carried weight, sounding like possibility. The post-war boom was in full swing, and the clang of steel mills and hum of assembly lines promised steady wages, even if the jobs were hard and the racism subtler than in the South. Image: A Black-American family leaves Florida for the North during the Great Depression. 8/25 It was the great migration, but it was also something quieter: a profound economic and cultural shift. The factories of Detroit and Chicago provided jobs, though not without struggle. In the North, racism still loomed—less overt, perhaps, but no less pernicious. Image: Actor James Earl Jones as a boy. In the migration’s early years, 500 people a day fled to the North. By 1930, a tenth of the country’s black population had relocated. When it ended, nearly half lived outside the South. 9/25 Neighborhoods were redlined, unions resisted integration, and opportunity was meted out sparingly. Still, for many, life in the North offered something the Delta never could: a measure of dignity, a chance to shape their destiny. Image: As migrants filled Northern factories, groups offering social services handed out advertising cards. University of Illinois at Chicago, The University Library, Special Collections Department, Arthur and Graham Aldis Papers 10/25 In these new lands, men found work at Ford, their hands greasy and their shifts long, but their paychecks allowed them to send their children to schools with opportunities they’d never dreamed of in the Delta. In them, Black families built tight-knit communities, their churches and businesses thriving in a new world of industry and ambition, where the future finally felt like more than a dream. Image: The Buckeye Steel Castings Company in Columbus, Ohio Ohio Historical Society 11/25 Back in the Delta, the land began to empty. The 1950 census marked the beginning of a population decline that never stopped, the first sign of a slow exodus that would stretch over decades. The Black families who had anchored the land left first—-the fields, once filled with these men, women, and children, now stretched silent under the sun, the cotton remaining as a hollow symbol of a bygone era. Image: Lange, Dorothea. Cotton hoers move from one field to another., 1937 June. 12/25 Mechanization, which had promised efficiency, left a hollowed-out economy in its wake. The Delta became a region of ghost towns, its main streets lined with shuttered businesses, its schools underfunded, its hospitals far out of reach for most residents. The white residents who stayed through the early 1970s began to leave too, driven by economic stagnation and the specter of integration. Image: 1970s cotton picker with operators cabin 13/25 Government projects came and went, offering promises of revival but rarely delivering. A factory here, a new school there—but poor planning and entrenched inequality meant little progress was made. The Delta’s wounds ran deep. Image: Lange, Dorothea, photographer. Mississippi Delta Negro children. Mississippi United States, 1936. July. https://www.loc.gov/item/2017763019 14/25 The small towns that dotted the region became pockets of poverty, where unemployment soared and access to basic services remained scarce. The mechanization that had started the exodus only deepened the despair, leaving a trail of rusting equipment and abandoned homes. The people were on their own. Image: An image of the 1960s cotton pickers 15/25 And yet, the Delta refused to disappear. Its history seeped into the soil, carried in the music that emerged from the land’s heart. The blues—raw, haunting, defiant—rose from the experiences of those who had worked and suffered there. It was a music that echoed with the stories of broken dreams and enduring resilience. Image: Son House, pictured in 1964, will be the focus of the Journey to the Son festival in Rochester, Dick Waterman 16/25 These rhythms followed the migrants north, weaving into the cultural fabric of industrial cities, a reminder of the Delta’s influence even as its population dwindled. By the mid-20th century, cotton, the crop that had once been the lifeblood of the global economy, became an afterthought. Oil had taken its place as the new king, and the world moved on. Image: In the late 90s the six row cotton picker 17/25 But in the Delta, the past lingered, heavy as the summer air. But in the Delta, the past lingered, heavy as the summer air. It was a region shaped by cotton and race, by migration and mechanization, by struggle and survival. Its people carried its story with them, whether they stayed in the fields or sought new lives in distant cities. Image: Black American cotton plantation workers, hired as day laborers, walking next to cotton field, Clarksdale, August 1940.. Wolcott, Marion Post. 18/25 The Delta, for all its decline, was still a crossroads. It was where the great contradictions of America played out—between wealth and poverty, freedom and oppression, innovation and exclusion. Image: Shine and Sam Carr. Dundee, Miss. 2001. 20/ 25 It was a place where the nation’s promises had been both made and broken, where the labor of Black Americans had built the foundation of a modern economy and reshaped the cultural and industrial fabric of the North. The cultural residue of the Delta, its intangible inheritance, lingered even as its fields emptied. Image: Wolcott, Marion Post. Some of the Negroes watching itinerant salesman selling goods from his truck in the center of town on Saturday afternoon, Belzoni, 1939. Oct. 21/25 The machines may have taken the work, the cotton may have faded into memory, but the Delta remains—its story etched into the soil, its music carried far far beyond its borders in the music and history of its people. Image: Wolcott, Marion Post, photographer. Saturday afternoon, Clarksdale, Mississippi Delta, Mississippi. Mississippi Clarksdale United States Mississippi Delta, 1939. Fall?. Photograph. https://www.loc.gov/item/2017755112/. 22/25  @Deglassco  @Deglassco These photos are incredible. I met an elderly woman in the nursing home who was a sharecropper child. Horrific life. I've been building up the strength to tell her story, and will post here when I do. Thank you for this. @Deglassco PS: She was white. Didn't know until I met her that there were poverty stricken whites in this system too. @Deglassco Those machines were actually invented in the 1920s. Until WW2 the field workers had little if any cash income and no way out of that life. The economics hadn't really changed much since the Civil War. You were now free to quit, but only to walk somewhere else and take a similar job under the same conditions. WW2 offered them new options - military service and manufacturing jobs. Once they had cash and a real job, nobody really wanted to go back to picking cotton. |
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Here, the fertile soil nourished a cotton economy that tied the region to both prosperity, profound inequality, and violence. Before the 1930s, the rows of cotton plants were filled with the sound of hands at work—Black men, women, and children bent over under an unforgiving sun, picking and bagging the crop that defined the economy of Arkansas, Louisiana, and Mississippi.
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Black women and girls picking cotton, 1937. 2/25