I'm a white son of Selma, Alabama. Born less than five years after Bloody Sunday. I never thought I would see this in my lifetime. I hoped it would become a remote possibility before I died. Now it's a reality. It will take a little while for this to sink in.
For my old good buddy Willie Flowers and one of the most influential people I ever met (and am sorry I've lost touch with) Allen Carlson, one of these tears is for you!
My mom was a social worker in Mpls in 1964. She was good friends with a surgeon, a black woman from Birmingham. My mom wanted to visit her home and her friend, Anna, just laughed and said that the only hope for her hometown was to burn it.
Mom & I have been talking about what her friend might think were she alive. (She's still in touch w/Anna's husband & got a pic from the paper of his nephew [?] in a seat of honor at the DNC in Denver: So proud. Yes, we did.
Posted by: Anne | November 10, 2008 at 02:38 PM