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Locals were so happy about the lifegiving energy of federal money that they didnt even begrudge Holt and his business cronies the tidy profit they made on their real estate speculation. Construction of the West Area began in earnest in 1939. Now, as Dorothy and the other passengers in the shuttle bus came to the end of the forested back road that connected the two sides of the campus, the view opened onto a bizarre landscape consisting of finished twostory brick buildings and cleared construction sites with halfcomplete structures reaching up out of what was still mostly a thicket of woods and fields. Towering behind one building was a gigantic threestoryhigh ribbedmetal pipe, like a caterpillar loosed from the mind of H. G. Wells. This racetrack of air called the Sixteenfoot HighSpeed Tunnel was completed just two days before the attack on Pearl Harbor and formed a closed rectangular circuit that stretched three hundred feet wide and one hundred feet deep. Adding to the futuristic aspect of the landscape was the fact that all the buildings on the West Sideindeed, all the laboratorys buildings and everything on the air base as wellhad been painted dark green in 1942 to camouflage them against a possible attack by Axis forces. The shuttle bus made the West Side rounds, stopping to deposit Dorothy at the front door of an outpost called the Warehouse Building. There was nothing to distinguish the building or its offices from any of the other unremarkable spaces on the laboratorys register: same narrow dows with a view of the fevered construction taking place outside, same officebright ceiling lights, same governmentissue desks arranged classroom style. Even before she walked through the door that would be her workaday home for the duration, she could hear the music of the calculating machines inside the room: a click every time its minder hit a key to enter a number, a drumbeat in response to an operations key, a full drumroll as the machine ran through a complex calculation; the cumulative effect sounded like the practice room of a military bands percussion unit. computing directly to the section head, or even to a particular whose work they liked. With labor shortages affecting the laboratorys ability to execute timesensitive drag cleanup and other tests designed to make military aircraft as powerful, safe, and efficient as possible, the West Computers added muchneeded minds to the agencys escalating research effort. The NACA planned to double the size of Langleys West Area in the next three years. Mother Langley had even given birth to two new laboratories: the Ames Aeronautical Laboratory in Moffett Field, California, in 1939, and the Aircraft Engine Research Laboratory in Cleveland, Ohio, in 1940. Both laboratories siphoned off Langley employees, including computers, for their startup staffs. The agency scrambled to keep up with the production miracle that was the American aircraft industry, which had gone from the countrys fortythird largest industry in 1938 to the worlds number one by 1943. For most of its existence a small and contained operation, the NACAs flagship laboratory was now a manylayered bureaucracy flush with new faces. As engineering groups grew in number and complexity, an employees daily routine was pegged less to the revolutions of the laboratory as a whole and more to the ebb and flow of their individual work groups. Employees sat elbow to elbow with the same people during their morning coffee, ate lunch in their designated time slot in the cafeteria as a group, and left together to catch the evening shuttle bus. Air Scoop published everything from recaps of presentations by aeronautical notables to the scores from the intramural softball league and the dance schedule for the Noble Order of the Green Cow, the club for the laboratorys fashionable white social set. The weekly dispatch kept employees abreast of the constant activity and fostered morale, but in a breathless year in which the laboratory staff would come close to doubling, it wasnt easy for the employees themselves to absorb the full impact of the organizations unusual mission or the unusual assemblage of people carrying it out. But just one month before Dorothys trip from Farmville, Air Scoop covered Secretary of the Navy Frank Knoxs oneday junket to the laboratory. Fifteen hundred employees filed into the Structures Research Laboratory, a cavernous facility located across a dusty clearing from the Warehouse Building, to hear Knoxs address. He congratulated the NACA for leading all federal agencies in employee purchases of war bondslarger versions of the war stamps on sale at the Moton schooland lauded them for the research that turned an unreliable prototype of a dive bomber into the slow but deadly SBD Dauntless, a decisive force in the navys June 1942 victory at the Battle of Midway. You men and women working here far from the sound of drums and guns, working in your civilian capacity in accordance with your highly specialized skills, are ning your part of this war: the battle of research, said Knox. This war is being fought in the laboratories as well as on the battlefields. The employees spread out from one side of the room to the other, from foreground to background, a mass occupying the enormous space like gas filling a hot air balloon. Knox, a dot at the far end of the room, stood at a podium in front of a giant American flag. White men dominated the crowd from front to back, the majority in some permutation of shirtsleeves and ties or jackets and sweaters, a good number in the coveralls of mechanics and laborers. A cluster of grandees in tweeds and armbands identifying them as minders to the secretary and his entourage stood off to the side in the front. Whiz kids of the dayJohn D. Bird, Francis Rogallo, John Becker, their names already circulated as being among the top in the disciplinesmiled from a few rows back. Clustered in the left corner of the room stood twenty or so black men, all wearing work coats and dungarees, a few sharpening their outfits with news caps or brimmed hats. White women were sprinkled throughout the crowd, many in the front row, their kneelength skirts sensibly accessorized with the practical footwear that could stand up to treks across the Langley campus. Flanking John Becker were more female facesbrown faces, peering out from the middle distance. Thelma Stiles smiled, Pearl Bassettes glasses caught the light of the flash. aboratorys West Area. If the Placement Officer shall see fit to assign thee to a faroff land of desolation, a land of marshes and mosquitoes without number known as the West Area, curse him not. But equip thyself with hipboots, take heed that thy hospitalization is paid up and go forth on thy safari into the wilderness and be not bitter over thy sad fate, joked a contributor to the weekly employee newsletter, Air Scoop. Since its establishment in 1917, the laboratorys operations had been concentrated on the campus of the Langley Field military base on the bank of Hamptons Back River. Beginning in the Administration Building, with a single d tunnel, the lab grew until space limits pushed it to expand to the west onto several large properties tracing their provenance to colonialera plantations. Some Hamptonites still recalled how the strange folks at the laboratory saved the town from the economic despair of Prohibition. With a disproportionate number of Hampton citizens earning a living from the liquor industry in the early days of the twentieth century, the alcohol drought that was rolling across the country was potentially devastating. The citys clerk of courts, Harry Holt, working with a cabal including oyster magnate Frank Darling, whose company, J. S. Darling and Son, was the worlds third largest oyster packer, endeavored to clandestinely purchase parcels that were once the homesteads of wealthy ians, including George Wythe. Holt consolidated the parcels and sold them to the federal government for the flying field and laboratory. The future of this favored section of ia is made, crowed the local newspaper. The arrangement played in all the rooms where women were engaged in aeronautical research at its most granular level, from the central computing pool over on the East Side to the smaller groups of computers attached to specific d tunnels or engineering groups. The only difference between the other rooms at Langley and the one that Dorothy walked into was that the women sitting at the desks, plying the machines for answers to the question what makes things fly, were black. The white women from the State Teachers College across from Dorothys house in Farmville, and their sisters from schools like Sweetbriar and Hollins and the New Jersey College for Women, performed together in the East Area computing pool. In the West Area computing office where Dorothy was beginning work, the members of the calculating machine symphony hailed from the ia State College for Negroes, and Arkansas AM&N, and Hampton Institute. This room, set up to accommodate about twenty workers, was nearly full. Miriam Mann, Pearl Bassette, Yvette Brown, Thelma Stiles, and Minnie McGraw filled the first five seats at the end of May. Over the follog six months, more graduates of Hampton Institutes Engineering for Women training class joined the group, as well as women from farther afield, like Lessie Hunter, a graduate of Prairie View University in Texas. Many, like Dorothy, brought years of teaching experience to the position. Dorothy took a seat as the women greeted her over the din of the calculating machines; she knew without needing to ask that they were all part of the same confederation of black colleges, Tiny Miriam Manns head was barely visible over the shoulders of the crowd. Who would have thought that such a mélange of black and white, male and female, bluecollar and whitecollar workers, those who worked with their hands and those who worked with numbers, was actually possible? And who would guess that the southern city of Hampton, ia, was the place to find it? 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=20 = computing directly to the section head, or even to a particular whose work they liked. With labor shortages affecting the laboratorys ability to execute timesensitive drag cleanup and other tests designed to make military aircraft as powerful, safe, and efficient as possible, the West Computers added muchneeded minds to the agencys escalating research effort. The NACA planned to double the size of Langleys West Area in the next three years. Mother Langley had even given birth to two new laboratories: the Ames Aeronautical Laboratory in Moffett Field, California, in 1939, and the Aircraft Engine Research Laboratory in Cleveland, Ohio, in 1940. Both laboratories siphoned off Langley employees, including computers, for their startup staffs. The agency scrambled to keep up with the production miracle that was the American aircraft industry, which had gone from the countrys fortythird largest industry in 1938 to the worlds number one by 1943. For most of its existence a small and contained operation, the NACAs flagship laboratory was now a manylayered bureaucracy flush with new faces. As engineering groups grew in number and complexity, an employees daily routine was pegged less to the revolutions of the laboratory as a whole and more to the ebb and flow of their individual work groups. Employees sat elbow to elbow with the same people during their morning coffee, ate lunch in their designated time slot in the cafeteria as a group, and left together to catch the evening shuttle bus. Air Scoop published everything from recaps of presentations by aeronautical notables to the scores from the intramural softball league and the dance schedule for the Noble Order of the Green Cow, the club for the laboratorys fashionable white social set. The weekly dispatch kept employees abreast of the constant activity and fostered morale, but in a breathless year in which the laboratory staff would come close to doubling, it wasnt easy for the employees themselves



to absorb the full impact of the organizations unusual mission or the unusual assemblage of people carrying it out. But just one month before Dorothys trip from Farmville, Air Scoop covered Secretary of the Navy Frank Knoxs oneday junket to the laboratory. Fifteen hundred employees filed into the Structures Research Laboratory, a cavernous facility located across a dusty clearing from the Warehouse Building, to hear Knoxs address. He congratulated the NACA for leading all federal agencies in employee purchases of war bondslarger versions of the war stamps on sale at the Moton schooland lauded them for the research that turned an unreliable prototype of a dive bomber into the slow but deadly SBD Dauntless, a decisive force in the navys June 1942 victory at the Battle of Midway. You men and women working here far from the sound of drums and guns, working in your civilian capacity in accordance with your highly specialized skills, are ning your part of this war: the battle of research, said Knox. This war is being fought in the laboratories as well as on the battlefields. The employees spread out from one side of the room to the other, from foreground to background, a mass occupying the enormous space like gas filling a hot air balloon. Knox, a dot at the far end of the room, stood at a podium in front of a giant American flag. White men dominated the crowd from front to back, the majority in some permutation of shirtsleeves and ties or jackets and sweaters, a good number in the coveralls of mechanics and laborers. A cluster of grandees in tweeds and armbands identifying them as minders to the secretary and his entourage stood off to the side in the front. Whiz kids of the dayJohn D. Bird, Francis Rogallo, John Becker, their names already circulated as being among the top in the disciplinesmiled from a few rows back. Clustered in the left corner of the room stood twenty or so black men, all wearing work coats and dungarees, a few sharpening their outfits with news caps or brimmed hats. White women were sprinkled throughout the crowd, many in the front row, their kneelength skirts sensibly accessorized with the practical footwear that could stand up to treks across the Langley campus. Flanking John Becker were more female facesbrown faces, peering out from the middle distance. Thelma Stiles smiled, Pearl Bassettes glasses caught the light of the flash.

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= The arrangement played in all the rooms where women were engaged in aeronautical research at its most granular level, from the central computing pool over on the East Side to the smaller groups of computers attached to specific d tunnels or engineering groups. The only difference between the other rooms at Langley and the one that Dorothy walked into was that the women sitting at the desks, plying the machines for answers to the question what makes things fly, were black. The white women from the State Teachers College across from Dorothys house in Farmville, and their sisters from schools like Sweetbriar and Hollins and the New Jersey College for Women, performed together in the East Area computing pool. In the West Area computing office where Dorothy was beginning work, the members of the calculating machine symphony hailed from the ia State College for Negroes, and Arkansas AM&N, and Hampton Institute. This room, set up to accommodate about twenty workers, was nearly full. Miriam Mann, Pearl Bassette, Yvette Brown, Thelma Stiles, and Minnie McGraw filled the first five seats at the end of May. Over the follog six months, more graduates of Hampton Institutes Engineering for Women training class joined the group, as well as women from farther afield, like Lessie Hunter, a graduate of Prairie View University in Texas. Many, like Dorothy, brought years of teaching experience to the position. Dorothy took a seat as the women greeted her over the din of the calculating machines; she knew without needing to ask that they were all part of the same confederation of black colleges,



= alumni associations, civic organizations, and churches. Many of them belonged to Greek letter organizations like Delta Sigma Theta or Alpha Kappa Alpha, which Dorothy had joined at Wilberforce. By securing jobs in Langleys West Computing section, they now had pledged one of the worlds most exclusive sororities. In 1940, just 2 percent of all black women earned college degrees, and 60 percent of those women became teachers, mostly in public elementary and high schools. Exactly zero percent of those 1940 college graduates became engineers. And yet, in an era when just 10 percent of white women and not even a full third of white men had earned college degrees, the West Computers had found jobs and each other at the single best and biggest aeronautical research complex in the world. At the front of the room, like teachers in a classroom, sat two former East Area Computers: Margery Hannah, West Computings section head, and her assistant, Blanche Sponsler. Tall and lanky, with enormous eyes and even bigger glasses, Margery Hannah started working at the lab in 1939 after graduating from Idaho State University, not long after the East Area Computing pool outgrew the office it shared with Pearl Young. Young, hired in 1922, and for the better part of two decades the laboratorys only female engineer, now served as the laboratorys technical editor (the English critic, as she was usually called) and managed a small, mostly female staff responsible for setting the standards for the NACAs research reports. ia Tucker, who had ascended to the position of head computer, ran Langleys entire computing operation of over two hundred women, and supervised Margery Hannah and the other section heads. The work that came to a particular section usually flowed down from the top of the pyramid: engineers came to ia Tucker with computing assignments; she parceled out the tasks to her section heads, who then divided up the work among the s in their sections. Over time, engineers might bring their



Tiny Miriam Manns head was barely visible over the shoulders of the crowd. Who would have thought that such a mélange of black and white, male and female, bluecollar and whitecollar workers, those who worked with their hands and those who worked with numbers, was actually possible? And who would guess that the southern city of Hampton, ia, was the place to find it? After the presentation, the women of West Computing walked over to the cafeteria. Employees who never saw one another, who worked in different groups or buildings, might run into one another in the cafeteria, catch a glimpse of Henry Reid or the NACAs phlegmatic secretary, John Victory, in town for a visit, or maybe get an earful of salty language from John Stack, who oversaw the d tunnels involved in highspeed research. Thirty minutes and back to work. Just enough time for a hot lunch and a little conversation. Most groups sat together out of habit. For the West Computers, it was by mandate. A white cardboard sign on a table in the back of the cafeteria beckoned them, its crisply stenciled black letters spelling out the lunchroom hierarchy: COLORED COMPUTERS. It was the only sign in the West Area cafeteria; no other group needed their seating proscribed in the same fashion. The janitors, the laborers, the cafeteria workers themselves did not take lunch in the main cafeteria. The women of West Computing were the only black professionals at the laboratorynot exactly excluded, but not quite included either. In the hierarchy of racial slights, the sign wasnt unusual or out of the ordinary. It didnt presage the kind of racial violence that could spring out of nowhere, striking even the most economically secure Negroes like kerosene poured on a smoldering ember. This was the kind of gardenvariety segregation that over the years blacks had learned to tolerate,

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