Today I marched toward the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma, AL, with my partner in honor of those who died for my chance to do as much. Seeing Congresswoman Maxine Waters at the Birmingham airport on Friday set our visit in motion.
So much has been before me in the past month family-wise. Driving to Selma felt like the last thing I could do. Turns out it was the best thing I could do to remember how strong we are as a people – especially when we come together.
We have come so far in the state of Alabama.
But I see daily how far we still have to go.
Some of us get in cars. We walk. We talk to others who look like us. And ones who do not.
Oh, for the day when microaggressive unjust acts, and larger unjust policies, go the way of the dinosaur.