“I missed it 1965 but made it in 2015.”
That tag line was on banners and tees throughout the city of Selma. I’m so glad I made it!
To hear him speak was simply amazing!
The feeling of history surely engulfed me as soon as I stepped into downtown Selma and again in Montgomery. To put it simply, I was overwhelmed by the experience. (But then I had a 10+ hour car trip back to St. Louis to reflect and take it all in.)
My St. Louis protest baes
We ran into Netta!
That’s Sheryl Lee Ralph!
Imagine our joy of running into friends from STL in the sea of thousands!
Greeted with a parade on Saturday, March 7, the vibe in Selma was uplifting and the energy positive. The Jubilee happens yearly but of course the 50th anniversary and the ever growing activism mindset of millennial protestors brought people from hundreds of miles away.
I was thankful to be able to grab a seat on the Amnesty International van. They were thoughtful in planning our outings and choosing activities for the group.
We traveled into Montgomery after the speeches of such greats as Congressmen John Lewis and my POTUS, Barack Obama. While there, I thoroughly enjoyed the knowledge of the docents in the Freedom Riders Museum in Montgomery’s Historic Greyhound Bus Station. They had so much to share. There is always more to learn when it comes to history, and while this museum wasn’t large in size, history lined the walls – inside and out.
Injustice for one is injustice for all.
*Cool moment alert*
*Cool moment alert*
So I’ve been reading books and articles, and watching videos and interviews involving one of my favorite historical figures, Rosa Parks. (Peep my tee)
Well, nine months prior to Rosa Parks’ arrest, a young 15-year-old woman named Claudette Colvin was the first person arrested for resisting bus segregation in Montgomery, Alabama. She is a pioneer of the African‑American Civil Rights Movement. And I met her and was able to thank her for her courage while in Selma on Sunday, March 8th for the march across the Edmund Pettus Bridge.
Then my friends and I met a man named Ophelius. He graciously let us park on his lot, just a couple blocks from the Edmund Pettus Bridge. In talking with him, he shared with us that he was in the Selma to Montgomery march at the tender age ten. Let’s just say the police did not care that he was only ten years old. Though just a young boy, he was brave enough to follow the people. [This is a testament that our children want to follow us, so we must lead them in the right direction.]
Just before departing Selma, our group visited the Museum of Civil Rights and Slavery in Selma. Then we heard from the director of Amnesty International spoke with our group about the work being done and the work yet to do. We ended by calling out one word we felt in that moment, in that space, at that time.
The celebration is in the work ahead. We are fighting for justice and human rights because black lives matter and should be valued. Selma and Montgomery offered a powerful space for a powerful moment and I am honored to say, I WAS THERE.