i would like to thank not only god but also jesus for black femme!Enjolras
OK, let me tell you about my only headcanon modern AU. It is a 1970 AU taking place at a majority-black college which isn’t Jackson State, but is similar.
(On 4 May 1970, four students were killed and nine wounded when officers of the Ohio National Guard fired into an anti-war student demonstration at Kent State University. There was an outcry; editorials were written; songs were written… Eleven days later, two students [one college, one high school] were killed and twelve wounded when police fired on a demonstration at Jackson State College in Mississippi. This time, the casualties were all African-American. Popular response: approximately zero.)
Our leader is Angel Ross, of African-American and Latina family. A law student out to change the world, she is intelligent, informed, and fearsomely eloquent. Not wanting to lead by force of personality alone— indeed, rejecting such terms as “leader” as too hierarchical— she has surrounded herself with sharp minds who relentlessly question her. They argue about Nixon, Kissinger and Agnew; they argue over nonviolent versus armed resistance; over Martin Luther King and whether his assassination, and the riots, proved that Malcolm X was right all along; they argue over the Panthers, the Weathermen and the Nation of Islam. (They all agree that Jim “the Dragon” Kelly is fucking cool, though.) On the rare occasions that Angel truly lets rip with the oratory, though, every breathing soul will shut up and listen.
…Except Harriet “Harry” Grant, just out of the Army and getting her MA on a scholarship at age 32. Her entire life has been a nonstop education in how gutterfucked the country is. She may or may not have done jail time. She may or may not have had to give a baby up for adoption. Don’t ask her where she got those scars. What scars? Don’t ask. Harry never tires of reminding the younger crowd of how futile their hope is; of how many have stood up and been shot down. You’d think she only comes to these meetings to heckle. You’d think.
Anyway: Protest! Clashes with the cops! Political debate! Martial arts! Sweet music! And tragedy. Obviously. But on the way there, it’s a hell of a ride.