Dearest Mama,
It feels like the Mississippi itself done dried up since I last wrote. Here in Chicago, the air is thick with dust and the streets are filled with folks just like me, searching for work but finding nothing but empty promises. The factories say they ain’t hiring, and the folks with money seem to look right through us colored folks.
Even when I do find a bit of work, it ain’t much. A day’s labor barely fills my belly, let alone sends anything back home to help you and Sarah. It feels like everything’s stacked against us here. We fight for scraps while the white folks seem to have full plates.
Mama, I know times are hard back home too, but I worry about you both more than I can say. Is there anything I can send? Any specific supplies or needs you have right now? I’d walk a thousand miles if it meant getting something on your table.
Love always,
James
Why I Wrote This:
I chose to write from the perspective of James, an African American man living in Chicago during the Great Depression, because this period was particularly harsh for people of color. While the Depression affected everyone, racial discrimination created additional barriers to employment, housing, and government assistance for Black Americans.
James’ letter reflects the struggles of many Black people during this time. He faces limited job opportunities due to racism, even though the overall economic situation creates widespread unemployment. He worries about his family back home and wants to help them survive, but knows resources are scarce everywhere.
I hope this letter sheds light on the specific challenges faced by African Americans during the Great Depression. Their stories deserve to be heard and understood.
