March 7, 2015 I was in Montgomery, Alabama, which is about 48 miles from Selma for the 50th anniversary of Bloody Sunday – The walk across the Edmund Pettus Bridge.
Unfortunately, I never made it to Selma because is it seemed about a hundred thousand other people had the same idea. Watching the event back at the trailer park where I was staying, it occurred to me that people today are in need of a connection. We need to feel connected to something, even if that something that happened fifty years ago.
Most of us are not rich. We are not famous. You will never see our faces on your TV screen or read about us in the Newspaper.
Too many of us feel like Carol on The Walking Dead, invisible. We are born, grow up, and walked through our entire lives feeling as if no one saw us or heard us.
By walking across that bridge most people validated their existence and took for themselves just a small piece of the victory that happened there.
By walking across that bridge most people felt as though they participated in the making of this world. In short, they felt as though their lives mattered.
One last note. I’ve often heard people say that God has a sense of humor. On Sunday, March 7, 2015 that was clearly evident as a Black President and over a hundred thousand of his Black constituents walked over a bridge named for a Grand Dragon of the Klu Klux Klan. Now that’s funny!
A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth