1957 Ticker-Tape Parade down Canyon of Heroes for Althea Gibson, Winner at Wimbleton
On July 6th, 1957 Althea Gibson became the first black tennis player to
win a Wimbledon singles title. When she arrived back in the United States, New York City honored her with a ticker-tape parade down Broadway.
Althea Gibson was a trailblazing professional tennis player and pro-golfer in the 50’s and 60s. She was the first Black person and person of color to win a Grand Slam title when she won the French Open. She was also the first Black woman to win Wimbledon and the U.S. Open, a feat she accomplished two years in a row. Gibson won 11 Grand Slam Titles overall and has been inducted into the International Tennis Hall of Fame.
Summary: Eighth year was supposed to be calm. Moderated.
Peaceful, even. Draco returned to escape the chaos wrought upon his
shambles of a life and Harry to flee the responsibility of a world that
sees him as something greater than was truly possible. Hogwarts was a
safe haven, right? At least it was until Hagrid comes up with the
wonderful idea to introduce some additional members to the student body
of the fluffier variety. Hagrid doesn’t do moderated - where’s the fun
Comment: What a wonderful, wonderful fic! I stumbled upon it in my quest to read something long, not too depressing and/or hard to deal with, and with a bit of Hogwarts in it, as it’s been a while since I read anything other than Post-War fics. The summary alone immediately grabbed my attention and I’m so glad I decided to embark on the journey this story has to offer, because I loved it. Harry and Draco are back at school for their last year and so fresh after the war, everything feels a bit uncertain. We see them trying to navigate through a world without Voldemort, and it’s gorgeous, how you can feel everything the characters experience, thanks to the writing style radiating such a perfect amount of melancholy mixed with a tiny bit of hope for what the future holds. I particularly liked the struggles Draco faces when it comes to himself and what he knows of his personality, how he’s becoming a better person without completely losing the traits that define him the most. Basically (I always tend to ramble on and on, sorry), this fic tells the story of Harry bonding with an animal—the fluffiest, cutest, most adorable one ever, I swear—who then bonds with Draco. It’s truly amazing, seeing them gradually getting closer through their “parenting”—because of course they do. Honestly, if you didn’t know what to read next and found this post, search no further, here’s your fic.
Shaking his head, Draco deliberately picked up his fork and set about his stew once more. “I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about,” he reiterated with a sniff.
He could feel Blaise’s smile without needing to look at him. “Oh, I think you do.”
“I do not.”
“Yes you do,” Theodore chimed in.
“Shut up, Theo,” Draco replied mildly, gaze still downcast.
Blaise laughed once more. “You do. And I think you probably also even know the reason for it all. For everything being… better.”
Draco didn’t mean to. He honestly didn’t, but somehow, quite without his direction, he found his gaze drifting upwards and across the room towards the Gryffindor table. He noticed the Golden Trio – they were, quite frankly, hard to miss, especially with Weasley and Weaslette initiating their nightly argument, cries of “Stop being an idiot” and “He was with you last night” ringing across the Hall. And naturally, his eyes drifted to Potter, to Pipsqueak, as they were want to do.
Potter, who was watching his two friends snarl and snap at one another’s throats with a hand propped beneath his chin. Potter, who seemed to have neglected half of his dinner in favour of offering it to Pipsqueak at his shoulder who ate far more daintily and tidily than her siblings, Draco was sure. Potter, who somehow seemed to feel Draco’s gaze upon him and glanced in his direction through the mess of his overlong fringe. He didn’t smile but he didn’t frown either, simply regarding Draco as he was regarded in turn.
Draco hastily dropped his gaze down to his bowl once more, resolutely ignoring Blaise’s muffled chuckles at his side. Stupid Potter with his stupid fringe and his stupid stare and the ridiculously, stupidly cute way he smiled at the foxlet that lived on his shoulder. It annoyed Draco to no end.
Adara is still very small, but Althea is getting used to the fact that her dad is known. Here, we often like to go with Althea to, as we call it, our park. During these walks a lot of people stop on the streets and ask me about photo. Once Althea said ‘Dad, you’re the star of our park because everyone wants to take a picture with you! “… When we walk together, and someone came to me and ask for a photo, she immediately stay behind me beacuse she doesn’t want to be on that same photo. She also gets a little angry when a few people in a row ask me for a pic, and she tells me: "Dad, stop taking photos, 'let’s play!”. Before match she told me: “Oh dear, you have to go play football again… I hope it won’t last long this time” [laughs]