Chicken Bone Beach
Scrolling down my Facebook timeline a few weeks ago, I stumbled on a fascinating Philly.com article promoting a new book written by Cheryl Woodruff-Brooks. This book is all about the once racially segregated Missouri Avenue Beach in Atlantic City, called Chicken Bone Beach. According to Blackpast.org, Chicken Bone Beach was designated as the exclusively African American section of the beach around 1900. During the segregation era, the beach provided recreation and later stellar entertainment for African Americans, both tourists and local residents.
The name Chicken Bone Beach came from the fact that Blacks had to bring their own food to eat while spending the day at the beach, since they were not permitted to dine at most of the restaurants. One of the foods they brought was fried chicken. After eating, they would bury their chicken bones in the sand, which later were dug up by seagulls and led to cleaning crews having to clean up a bunch of chicken bones. Hence the name Chicken Bone Beach.
Mind you, we see this picture of beautiful women at the beach, having a great time with their friends. But this was the ONLY section of the beach where Black people were allowed to go. Quoting the Philly.com article, “Back then, African Americans were still being systematically denied most of the perks of American citizenship, such as voting and full access to most public accommodations. Yet there they were, happily posing for the camera as if they didn't have a care in the world. To me, the photos are a reminder of the resilience of the human spirit and of how even during the most oppressive of times, people still manage to find joy.”
This ability of oppressed people to still manage to find joy, is a theme we see in many cultures. An example of this comes from Donna Goldstein’s book, Laughter Out of Place. Goldstein introduces us to a part of Rio she was studying in the early 1990s. She describes a place ridden with racism, violence, and poverty, yet out of the all the madness, people still find time to laugh, or make light, of the occurrences of their very solemn lives.
I’d like to think that I would have gone to Chicken Bone Beach back in the day. Hanging with my people, without a care in the world. Our people are indeed resilient and I wish I had learned about Chicken Bone Beach sooner.














