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She contacted the Atlanta University Center archives and explained what she was looking for: anything related to Clara Washington, born 1891, who would have been a young woman in the 1910s.
The archivist called back 4 days later, excitement clear in her voice. “I found something. Not much, but it’s definitely her.”
Rebecca drove to Atlanta that afternoon. In a temperature-controlled reading room, the archivist carefully placed a worn ledger on the table.
“This is from the Phyllis Wheatley YWCA,” she explained, “which served Black women and girls in Atlanta from 1910 through the 1960s. They offered classes, cultural programs, and social activities.”
She opened the ledger to a marked page in the attendance records for a 1913 poetry reading series. There it was: Clara M. Washington, age 22. The archivist turned more pages. Clara appeared again in a 1914 music appreciation course and in 1915 as a member of the literary discussion group. She had participated actively in the organization’s cultural and social life.
Rebecca felt tears forming. Clara had lived a social life as a young woman. She had not been isolated or hidden.
Then the archivist produced a slim folder. “This is what I really wanted to show you.”
Inside was a single sheet of paper, a handwritten contribution to the YWCA’s 1916 newsletter titled “On Being Seen.” The author was listed as C. M. Washington.
Rebecca read carefully, her hands trembling slightly.
“There are days when the sun feels like an enemy, when the brightness of the world forces me to retreat inside, when I must experience life through windows instead of directly. But I have learned this truth. Being seen is not the same as being visible. My family sees me, not my difference, but my soul. My community sees me not as strange, but as their daughter, their sister, their neighbor. I see myself not through others’ fear or curiosity, but through the love that has surrounded me since my first breath. That love taught me I belong in this world, even when the world was not built for people like me.”
Rebecca sat motionless, reading Clara’s words again and again. She had found direct testimony from a woman who should not have survived, speaking across 109 years.
Armed with Clara’s own voice from 1916, Rebecca intensified her search for records of Clara’s adult life. If Clara had been active in the YWCA and writing for its newsletter in her mid-20s, there had to be more.
She found the next clue in the Atlanta city directory. In 1918, it listed: Washington, Clara M., music instructor, residence 127 Auburn Avenue. Clara had become a teacher.
Rebecca requested employment records from the Atlanta Public Schools archives. What arrived astonished her. Clara Marie Washington had been employed from 1917 to 1949, 32 continuous years, as a music teacher in schools serving Black children throughout Atlanta. The records showed that she taught piano, music theory, vocal training, and directed student choirs.
Rebecca understood the brilliance of that profession. Music instruction happened indoors, often in interior rooms or basements where light was minimal. Piano teaching was conducted 1-on-1 or in small groups and did not require a teacher to see clearly across large spaces. Clara had found work perfectly suited to her medical limitations while allowing her to contribute meaningfully to her community.
Rebecca then discovered a photograph in a 1924 issue of the Atlanta Daily World, the city’s Black newspaper. It showed the faculty of Gate City Colored School, the same institution Clara had attended as a child under special accommodations. There, in the 2nd row, stood a woman in a wide-brimmed hat and long sleeves despite the apparent summer heat. Clara Washington, age 33, was now teaching at the very school that had welcomed her as a student.
More evidence followed. A 1932 church program from Big Bethel listed Clara Washington as director of the children’s choir. A 1938 photograph of a student piano recital showed Clara seated at the instrument, her face turned slightly away from the camera to avoid the bright flash. The 1940 census listed Clara living with her widowed mother, Ruth, now age 82. Clara’s occupation was recorded as teacher in the public school system.
Clara had never married or had children, likely a deliberate choice, given the genetic nature of albinism and the challenges of her own experience. But she had built a life of purpose, service, and community contribution. She had done more than survive in a world that told her she should not exist. She had thrived, touched hundreds of lives through her teaching, and carved out a space of dignity and respect in a society built to deny her both.
The girl in the 1897 photograph grew into a woman of quiet, powerful resilience.
Rebecca found Clara’s death certificate in the Georgia Vital Records archive. Clara Marie Washington died on January 8, 1970, at age 78, in Atlanta, Georgia. Cause of death: metastatic melanoma.
The irony struck Rebecca immediately. Clara had lived far longer than anyone might have expected, carefully protected from sun damage by her family’s vigilance and her own precautions. But the brutal reality of albinism was that even minimal ultraviolet exposure accumulated over a lifetime, and without melanin’s natural protection, skin cancer was nearly inevitable.
Clara had outlived both her parents, her brothers David and Samuel, and her sister Grace. She had witnessed Auburn Avenue’s transformation from the center of Black prosperity into a street struggling under urban renewal. She had lived through the worst years of Jim Crow and had seen the civil rights movement begin to dismantle the system that had threatened her existence.
Her death certificate listed her residence as the house on Bell Street, the same property her parents had purchased in 1895. She had spent all 78 years of her life in that house.
Rebecca requested the probate records. Clara’s will, filed in February 1970, was straightforward. She left her modest estate, including the house, her savings from teaching, and her personal possessions, to Big Bethel AME Church, with specific instructions that a scholarship fund be created for students pursuing music education, with preference given to those facing unusual challenges in achieving their educational goals.
The Clara Washington Music Scholarship was awarded annually from 1971 through 1994, supporting 23 students before the fund was absorbed into a larger church scholarship program.
But 1 item in the probate inventory made Rebecca stop. Listed among Clara’s belongings was: 1 framed family photograph, professional studio portrait, circa 1890s.
Clara had kept the 1897 photograph for her entire life. It had hung in her house for 73 years, a reminder of the family who had chosen to love her visibly, who had defied every social pressure to claim her as their own, and who had built a world in which she could belong.
After the church liquidated Clara’s property, the photograph was sold at an estate auction. It passed through dealers and collectors for 55 years before ending up in Ernest Whitfield’s collection, then in Duke’s archives, and finally on Rebecca’s computer screen in February 2025.