A New Order

This photo ushers forth three significant themes from my memory. The streetcar ascending the hill (I choose to interpret it to be ascending), the embracing couple, the passengers departing the streetcar and those allowing them to depart before boarding: each is a chapter in a dream-come-true story.

Let’s focus on the streetcar. It represents the train of life that slowly advances humanity to a higher awakening. The departing passengers are the old guard. They are at the end of their life journey. The passengers waiting to board represent the new order that is to be tried.

This scene symbolizes my patience to board the life train and ride it into a long awaited new order.

Soon I will depart for my home state to attend the investiture of a high school classmate to be Chief Justice of the Louisiana Supreme Court.  This is a historic event.  It begins a new order.

My classmate is not the first female to lead this court but she will be  the court’s first African-American Chief Justice. How can I describe the significance of this uphill trek?

When we graduated high school, Louisiana was among the segregated states in the South.  Its legislation and culture prohibited African-Americans from attending LSU and Tulane, the premier educational centers of the state. Education in Louisiana was separate but  seldom equal. Although Louisiana segregation laws have long been set aside, this investiture makes her one of the sworn to guard exclusion based on racial designations in Louisiana.

The streetcar is advancing  up the hill.

I see myself as a passenger patiently waiting to board the streetcar to this historic investiture.

My great grandparents were Louisiana residents. They dreamed of this day. They died hoping for a new order, but they never saw it. They died in hope. With my weaken but proud eyes, on February 28, I board the life train to witness what they hoped for.

The embracing couple symbolizes a new responsible humanity. It is educated. It knows humanity’s past fears. Education is its only defense against the  pitfalls and lies that ruled previous generations. More importantly, the couple’s education is its only protection against threatening things yet unseen. But they embrace. Their greeting is warm and they whisper into  each other’s ear a vow to never let the sun set without throughly addressing a division between them. They know, all too well, an untreated wound in their relationship is the beginning of a slow death to society.

Their embrace shouts the arrival of the new order, a dream come true – at last!

6 thoughts on “A New Order

  1. Thank you for sharing this. Am I reading too much into this metaphor for I await with some sense of welcome, my life transition? Separation as a policy for us was a bummer, but it made us stronger.

    • Thelma,

      Thank you for visiting my space. I await for the date to depart (February 21) for Louisiana
      to witness the historic event (February 28).

      the event.

  2. It is a great honor for your former classmate and our people to see the reward for  hard work, determination, perseverance.  The uphill struggles continues for the majority of our people because the values of the departing are very much alive and well in our culture.  Lloyd, you are a man of infinite hope.  Enjoy your trip and sharing good time s with family and friends.

  3. Lloyd ~ Sir, you visited my blog today, and had some beautiful words to say. I followed you back here. I want to thank you for writing this. I’m grateful for the opportunity to read it. How deeply and profoundly wonderous that you see the story that you wrote in this photo. I’m humbled. Bless you.

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