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Levi, who was a member of Bethel AMEs Scout troop, might have read about the derby even if it hadnt been part of the watercooler conversation at his mothers office, but the message had a hard time finding its way to less wellconnected ears. Harder than getting the message, perhaps, was acting on it when you got it. Entering the derby was tantamount to believing you had a shot at victory, as much (or more) for the parents as for the racer. 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She and Katherine Johnson and many others were core members of the National Technical Association, the professional organization for black engineers and scientists. Mary made every effort to bring students from Hamptons public schools and from Hampton Institute into the Langley facilities for tours, to get an upclose and personal look at engineers at work. She organized an onsite seminar for career counselors at Hampton Institute so that they might better steer their students into job opportunities at Langley. If she got word that Langley was hiring a new black employee, she went out of her way to make phone calls to find him or her a place to live, just as she had done when she was secretary of the King Street USO. But Mary also cultivated allies among the white women she worked with. Emma Jean Landrum, another member of Langleys tiny engineering sisterhood, sat a couple of desks away from Mary in the Fourfoot Supersonic Pressure Tunnel office. Emma Jean was valedictorian of the University of North Carolina at Greensboros class of 1946, working her way through school serving meals in the dining hall and grading papers for professors. Like so many of the women at Langley, Emma Jean had been recruited by ia Tucker. In the years since, Emma Jean had produced several research reports as a part of the Unitary Plan Tunnel team; she then transferred to the Fourfoot SPT office, where she became another of Kaz Czarneckis a way to create something out of nothing when nothing was what most people had. Over the years, it had taken hold at the grassroots, and in 1960 Levi was one of fifty thousand s gearing up to compete in local races around the country. Not surprisingly, the peninsula embraced the competition with zeal. Parents who spent their days designing, building, fixing, and operating machines of transportation signed their sons up and gave free rein to their own tinkering instincts. They got to spend time with their children and let the parental mask slip just a bit, giving their offspring a glimpse of the curious child they themselves had once been. Officially, the derby was the s show, from building the car to crouching inside it on race day. Parents (usually fathers; Mary was one of the very rare derby moms) were supposed to stand back and offer only advice, but it was usually hard to tell who savored the engineering project more, the parent or the child. Like craftsmen in a medieval guild, the NASA engineers hoped that one day their children would decide to take up the mantle of the profession they held so . Their workplace frequent collaborators. She, like Mary Jackson, had become an engineer in 1958. When Mary asked Emma Jean to participate in a career panel in 1962, organized by the local chapter of the National Council of Negro Women, she readily agreed. An allblack group of junior high school s paid close attention to Mary and Emma Jeans joint lecture, entitled The Aspects of Engineering for Women. Afterward, Emma Jean entertained the s with a slideshow from a trip she had recently taken to Paris and London. Their appearance together in front of the groupMary, petite and black, and Emma, white and nearly a foot tallermade as powerful a statement on the possibilities of the engineering field as their actual presentation. Not only did the s receive firsthand evidence that women could succeed in a traditionally male field; in Mary and Emmas collaboration, they saw that it was possible for a white workplace to embrace a woman who looked like them. Serving as the leader of Scout Troop No. 60, now one of the largest minority troops on the peninsula, was always at the top of Marys list of volunteer activities. However, she was becoming impatient with the segregation that mandated a separate council for black scouts, and she began campaigning for one organization overseeing all the scouts. When nominations circulated to fill ias two slots for the Scouts national conclave in Cody, circumscribed the lives of American blacks that even after the current was turned off, the idea of climbing over the fence inspired dread. Like the editorial meetings in 1244, like so many competitive situations large and small, national and local, black people frequently disqualified themselves even without the WHITES ONLY sign in view. There was no rule keeping a Negro from entering the race, but it took a lot of gumption for him to believe that he might , and even more to accept a loss as a failure that had nothing to do with his race. Mary, however, was determined to clamber over every fence she encountered and pull everyone she knew behind her. The deep humanitarianism that was her family inheritance had taught her to see achievement as something that functioned like a bank account, something you drew on when you were in need and made deposits to when you were blessed with a surplus. Langley, full of talented people with varied interests, was a bonanza of recruits for her many volunteer activities. Coworkers got used to finding Mary standing quietly at their desks, enlisting them in her latest attempt to apply the engineers values of discipline, order, and progress to the social sphere. s, she believed, needed particular attention; it wasnt lost on her that the derby, while open to black s, would have rejected her daughters application because of her gender. Kitty JoynerMary stood on those white womens shoulders too. Each one had cracked the hole in the wall a little wider, allog the next talent to come through. And now that Mary had walked through, she was going to open the wall as wide as possible for the people coming behind her. On Saturday morning, July 3, an enthusiastic crowd of four thousand people crowded along both sides of TwentyFifth Street in Newport News, kicking off their Fourth of July holiday weekend. The weather was ia summer at its best: clear, warm, just enough of a breeze to keep the crowd from overheating, not too breezy to interfere with the outcome of the peninsulas tenth annual soap box derby. Contestants for the first heat of the day wheeled their vehicles to the starting line at the summit of the TwentyFifth Street Bridge. Everything receded into the distance as the pilots settled into their carsthe view of the C&O piers and the shipyard below, the sound of the energetic crowd, the faces of family and friends who had come to cheer them oneverything except the feel of the vehicle confining their gangly limbs and the desire to be the first car to cross the finish line. Officials weighed and inspected each car and then held a lottery to determine the positions in the first heat. At the crack of the starters pistol, the pintsized pilots released their brakes, hunched down into their homemade roadsters, and willed their cars down the hill. The race was an allday affair, heat upon heat of anxious and eager t s soldiering on through wobbly wheels, broken axles, driver error, parental disappointment, and photo finishes. Mary Jackson could see the air moving around the racer just as clearly as if she were looking at a Schlieren photograph taken in a d tunnel. Levis car was well made; the only adjustment it required between heats was a drop of oil on each wheel bearing. Mary and Levi Sr. and fouryearold Carolyn held their breath as Levi Jr. got into position for the final heat. It seemed like an eternity, but at the end, Mary and Levi Sr. shouted in delight: their son had finished first, saving his best time for the heat that mattered most. Wearing a blackandwhite crash helmet and the official race Tshirt, Levi Jr. sailed across the line at a relatively blazing seventeen miles per hour. His family fell upon him in a crush of hugs and celebration. To the inquiring and surprised local reporters who came to hear from the ner of the ia Peninsula Soap Box Derby, Levi Jackson confided the secret of his victory: the slimness of his machine, which helped to lower the d resistance. What do you want to be when you grow up? the Norfolk Journal and Guide reporter must have asked. I want to be an engineer like my mother, Levi said. The spoils of the were eyepopping: a golden trophy, a brandnew bicycle, and a spot at the national AllAmerican Soap Box Derby in Akron, was pleasant and safe, their colleagues were smart and interesting, and over the course of the twentieth century, engineers had seen the fruits of their labor transform every aspect of modern life in ways that seemed unimaginable even as they were happening. They wouldnt get rich, but an engineers salary was more than enough to crack into the ranks of the comfortable middle class. So they served as laboratory assistants for science projects and turned the kitchen table into an honors calculus class. They held their offspring captive until the last homework problem was solved correctly, t insolence and tears be damned. No NASA father had anything on Mary Jackson. Building a soap box derby car was an apprenticeship in engineering, and the earlier a kid got started, she knew, the more likely they were to fall under its spell. 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She reveals she drank Apple cider vineggarr with every meal

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Soapbox what? some neighbors and Bethel AME parishioners and Scout troop members had asked when Mary told them about her and Levis mechanical exploits. The first challenge many blacks faced in participating in something like the AllAmerican Soap Box Derby was finding out about it in the first place. Starting early in the year, Chevrolet placed advertisements in s Life magazine, the official publication of the Scouts, exhorting youngsters to put in their bid for fun, fame, and adventure by getting their cars in tiptop shape before racing season rolled around in the summer. Levi, who was a member of Bethel AMEs Scout troop, might have read about the derby even if it hadnt been part of the watercooler conversation at his mothers office, but the message had a hard time finding its way to less wellconnected ears. Harder than getting the message, perhaps, was acting on it when you got it. Entering the derby was tantamount to believing you had a shot at victory, as much (or more) for the parents as for the racer. The electrified fence of segregation and the centuries of shocks it delivered so effectively

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Marys promotion to engineer gave her an unusual vantage point. Despite the relatively large group of women now working at the center, most female technical professionals, black and whiteeven someone as gifted as Katherine Johnsonwere classified as mathematicians or computers, ranked below engineers and paid less, even if they were doing the same work. Mary made common cause with the black employees working at Langley and at other places in the industry. She and Katherine Johnson and many others were core members of the National Technical Association, the professional organization for black engineers and scientists. Mary made every effort to bring students from Hamptons public schools and from Hampton Institute into the Langley facilities for tours, to get an upclose and personal look at engineers at work. She organized an onsite seminar for career counselors at Hampton Institute so that they might better steer their students into job opportunities at Langley. If she got word that Langley was hiring a new black employee, she went out of her way to make phone calls to find him or her a place to live, just as she had done when she was secretary of the King Street USO. But Mary also cultivated allies among the white women she worked with. Emma Jean Landrum, another member of Langleys tiny engineering sisterhood, sat a couple of desks away from Mary in the Fourfoot Supersonic Pressure Tunnel office. Emma Jean was valedictorian of the University of North Carolina at Greensboros class of 1946, working her way through school serving meals in the dining hall and grading papers for professors. Like so many of the women at Langley, Emma Jean had been recruited by ia Tucker. In the years since, Emma Jean had produced several research reports as a part of the Unitary Plan Tunnel team; she then transferred to the Fourfoot SPT office, where she became another of Kaz Czarneckis a way to create something out of nothing when nothing was what most people had. Over the years, it had taken hold at the grassroots, and in 1960 Levi was one of fifty thousand s gearing up to compete in local races around the country. Not surprisingly, the peninsula embraced the competition with zeal. Parents who spent their days designing, building, fixing, and operating machines of transportation signed their sons up and gave free rein to their own tinkering instincts. They got to spend time with their children and let the parental mask slip just a bit, giving their offspring a glimpse of the curious child they themselves had once been. Officially, the derby was the s show, from building the car to crouching inside it on race day. Parents (usually fathers; Mary was one of the very rare derby moms) were supposed to stand back and offer only advice, but it was usually hard to tell who savored the engineering project more, the parent or the child. Like craftsmen in a medieval guild, the NASA engineers hoped that one day their children would decide to take up the mantle of the profession they held so . Their workplace frequent collaborators. She, like Mary Jackson, had become an engineer in 1958. When Mary asked Emma Jean to participate in a career panel in 1962, organized by the local chapter of the National Council of Negro Women, she readily agreed. An allblack group of junior high school s paid close attention to Mary and Emma Jeans joint lecture, entitled The Aspects of Engineering for Women. Afterward, Emma Jean entertained the s with a slideshow from a trip she had recently taken to Paris and London. Their appearance together in front of the groupMary, petite and black, and Emma, white and nearly a foot tallermade as powerful a statement on the possibilities of the engineering field as their actual presentation. Not only did the s receive firsthand evidence that women could succeed in a traditionally male field; in Mary and Emmas collaboration, they saw that it was possible for a white workplace to embrace a woman who looked like them. Serving as the leader of Scout Troop No. 60, now one of the largest minority troops on the peninsula, was always at the top of Marys list of volunteer activities. However, she was becoming impatient with the segregation that mandated a separate council for black scouts, and she began campaigning for one organization overseeing all the scouts. When nominations circulated to fill ias two slots for the Scouts national conclave in Cody, circumscribed the lives of American blacks that even after the current was turned off, the idea of climbing over the fence inspired dread. Like the editorial meetings in 1244, like so many competitive situations large and small, national and local, black people frequently disqualified themselves even without the WHITES ONLY sign in view. There was no rule keeping a Negro from entering the race, but it took a lot of gumption for him to believe that he might , and even more to accept a loss as a failure that had nothing to do with his race. Mary, however, was determined to clamber over every fence she encountered and pull everyone she knew behind her. The deep humanitarianism that was her family inheritance had taught her to see achievement as something that functioned like a bank account, something you drew on when you were in need and made deposits to when you were blessed with a surplus. Langley, full of talented people with varied interests, was a bonanza of recruits for her many volunteer activities. Coworkers got used to finding Mary standing quietly at their desks, enlisting them in her latest attempt to apply the engineers values of discipline, order, and progress to the social sphere. s, she believed, needed particular attention; it wasnt lost on her that the derby, while open to black s, would have rejected her daughters application because of her gender. Kitty JoynerMary stood on those white womens shoulders too. Each one had cracked the hole in the wall a little wider, allog the next talent to come through. And now that Mary had walked through, she was going to open the wall as wide as possible for the people coming behind her. On Saturday morning, July 3, an enthusiastic crowd of four thousand people crowded along both sides of TwentyFifth Street in Newport News, kicking off their Fourth of July holiday weekend. The weather was ia summer at its best: clear, warm, just enough of a breeze to keep the crowd from overheating, not too breezy to interfere with the outcome of the peninsulas tenth annual soap box derby. Contestants for the first heat of the day wheeled their vehicles to the starting line at the summit of the TwentyFifth Street Bridge. Everything receded into the distance as the pilots settled into their carsthe view of the C&O piers and the shipyard below, the sound of the energetic crowd, the faces of family and friends who had come to cheer them oneverything except the feel of the vehicle confining their gangly limbs and the desire to be the first car to cross the finish line. Officials weighed and inspected each car and then held a lottery to determine the positions in the first heat. At the crack of the starters pistol, the pintsized pilots released their brakes, hunched down into their homemade roadsters, and willed their cars down the hill. The race was an allday affair, heat upon heat of anxious and eager t s soldiering on through wobbly wheels, broken axles, driver error, parental disappointment, and photo finishes. Mary Jackson could see the air moving around the racer just as clearly as if she were looking at a Schlieren photograph taken in a d tunnel. Levis car was well made; the only adjustment it required between heats was a drop of oil on each wheel bearing. Mary and Levi Sr. and fouryearold Carolyn held their breath as Levi Jr. got into position for the final heat. It seemed like an eternity, but at the end, Mary and Levi Sr. shouted in delight: their son had finished first, saving his best time for the heat that mattered most. Wearing a blackandwhite crash helmet and the official race Tshirt, Levi Jr. sailed across the line at a relatively blazing seventeen miles per hour. His family fell upon him in a crush of hugs and celebration. To the inquiring and surprised local reporters who came to hear from the ner of the ia Peninsula Soap Box Derby, Levi Jackson confided the secret of his victory: the slimness of his machine, which helped to lower the d resistance. What do you want to be when you grow up? the Norfolk Journal and Guide reporter must have asked. I want to be an engineer like my mother, Levi said. The spoils of the were eyepopping: a golden trophy, a brandnew bicycle, and a spot at the national AllAmerican Soap Box Derby in Akron, was pleasant and safe, their colleagues were smart and interesting, and over the course of the twentieth century, engineers had seen the fruits of their labor transform every aspect of modern life in ways that seemed unimaginable even as they were happening. They wouldnt get rich, but an engineers salary was more than enough to crack into the ranks of the comfortable middle class. So they served as laboratory assistants for science projects and turned the kitchen table into an honors calculus class. They held their offspring captive until the last homework problem was solved correctly, t insolence and tears be damned. No NASA father had anything on Mary Jackson. Building a soap box derby car was an apprenticeship in engineering, and the earlier a kid got started, she knew, the more likely they were to fall under its spell. She pushed Levi (and his teachers) to allow him to take the most challenging math and science classes he could handle, and she coached him on his science projects. His eighthgrade project, A Study of Air Flow in Scaled Dimensions, scored third place in his schools annual science fair.

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