When I hear about Ferguson, I think about Selma.
When I read about the Supreme Court decision to vacate portions of the Voting Rights Act, I think about Selma.
When democracy is shrouded in corporatocracy, I think about Selma.
When reactionaries interfere with a woman’s right to choose or a person’s right to marry, I think of Selma.
When I am forced to acknowledge continuing discrimination against the poor, the young, people of color, ethnic minorities, and women, I think about Selma, and I wonder:
Who will be the next Martin Luther King Jr.?
When will we rise up again in the name of what’s just and fair?