As we observe Martin Luther King Day, I hope you went out and saw Selma. And if you already did, I hope you saw it again. And again. Take different friends. Take the ones who think “Bloody Sunday” is just a song by Bono and U2. Or when you say, Selma, they ask Selma Who?
If you’re like me, a self-proclaimed ethnicist, diversity observer and race watcher, then Selma is our “Star Wars.”
There should be as many in line to see this movie as there were people lining up to march across the Edmund Pettus Bridge.
What do I know? I was just 10 at the time. When it was happening, I don’t think my immigrant parents understood what was going on in the world. They were survivors in America.
That’s why we need to see Selma before things get undone like the very voting rights the marchers fought for back then.
I saw the movie recently, and I was reminded how location doesn’t matter.
Ferguson in Missouri, Staten Island in New York. Oakland’s Fruitvale Station. Selma is now.
