The men and women who took up the 54-mile march from Selma to Montgomery, Alabama on March 21, 1965 knew they were risking their lives. They understood that they might not make it back home. They saw with their own eyes what happened to protesters in two earlier marches. On March 7, 1965, the first... Continue Reading →
A different kind of sound
The pounding uptempo drumbeat caught my attention first, it sounded different than anything I had ever heard. I can't remember if I was with a friend or by myself driving on some back country road in the early 1980s, but I vaguely remember turning the song up high on the radio. The song got your... Continue Reading →
A frank look at white privilege
I remember the first time I heard the term “white privilege.” Oh, the African American student who yelled it at me, didn’t use the actual term white privilege, it wasn’t a word that you heard all that much back then, but his point was still the same. It was a chilly spring day, but the... Continue Reading →
Speechless
When an African-American friend of mine after the Ahmaud Arbery shooting in February said he worried about running outside, I wasn’t sure what to say. Arbery, an unarmed 25-year-old, was fatally shot near Brunswick, Georgia, when he went out for a jog and was pursued by two white men. I tried to find the right... Continue Reading →

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