The dichotomy of brutality and heartbreaking beauty is what stood out for me. My father desegregated hospitals in 1965 throughout the South—I was 14 and that was my first awareness as a young white girl in the South of the horrors of racism. This exhibit is brilliantly conceived, and it is a testament not only to the past, but a warning — a caution if you will—of the rampant racism today.

The dichotomy of brutality and heartbreaking beauty is what stood out for me. My father desegregated hospitals in 1965 throughout the South—I was 14 and that was my first awareness as a young white girl in the South of the horrors of racism. This exhibit is brilliantly conceived, and it is a testament not only to the past, but a warning — a caution if you will—of the rampant racism today.