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On Feb. 20, 1962, John Glenn blasted off into space and became the first American to orbit the Earth. Behind the scenes, thousands of engineers and mathematicians worked tirelessly to make NASA’s Friendship 7 mission a success. Historical photos show them as white men in crisp white shirts and ties — but we now know there’s more to that picture.
In her book Hidden Figures, author Margot Lee Shetterly gives name and voice to the African-American women who worked as human “computers” in the space program. Now, just a few months after the book was published, a new movie is also telling that story. (The film rights were optioned just a couple weeks after Shetterly got her book deal.) As mathematicians and engineers, these women made incalculable contributions to the space program — and the fact that they were African-Americans working in the segregated South makes their stories even more remarkable.’
Photo: Bob Nye/Courtesy NASA Langley Caption: According to NASA, Mary Jackson “may have been the only black female aeronautical engineer in the field” in the 1950s. Singer and actress Janelle Monae plays her in the film Hidden Figures.
Hope City was cut into three distinct sections: Upperhills, Midreach,
and Downtown – where the rich, the middle class, and the poor lived
respectively – and each section housed a prominent district that
served as its heart. Upperhills had the Shopping District, a lavish slice of the city filled with designer names and boutiques, where a
luncheon at one of its cafes could ring up the same cost as someone’s
monthly rent. The Financial District sat nestled on the edge of
Midreach, serving as a border between it and Upperhills. Every major
corporate office, financial bureau, and law firm called the Financial
District home, and along with the rural farms and desalination plants
around the city, it kept New Hope’s economy level in otherwise
you’d ask them outright, any Downtown resident would say with pride
that the Market District was the heart of their division. It was a
lively place, filled with open stalls displaying all sorts of
locally-sourced foods, clothes, and consumer entertainment. It
functioned on a twenty-four hour basis as market vendors set their
own times and rotated accordingly, but it didn’t truly come to life
until the sun set and darkness covered the city. Thousands upon
thousands of stringed lights filled in for the stars that hid behind
a blanket of light pollution, and there was nary a road in the market
that wasn’t draped with blinking bulbs or colorful lanterns. Almost
every building had some sort of screen attached to it, displaying
advertisements or TV channels above the market stalls for all to see.
The quiet noise of their programming was often drowned out by rowdy
banter and music that swelled upwards from the crowded streets.
Market District seemed to be a non-stop party of colors, sounds, and
delicious food – a sight that clawed desperately at your senses to
keep you distracted from the rotting heart that lied just beyond.
Anyone would tell you the Market District was the defining feature of
Downtown, but everyone knew the true anchor was the decrepit
monstrosity that towered over them all, visible from any location in
the concrete jungle. Everyone knew it was the Slum District.