Marching feet and singing voices headed to the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Alabama 50 years ago as they walked for equality in America. That should be the default we receive no matter where we go. Yet, we are still talking about it. Not because we are ranting, merely reflecting, or memorializing the historic walk. No because at certain times, places, or experiences we are reminded that equality doesn’t exist and the voting rights are marginalized through fear and mocked-up reasoning targeting the disadvantage to recreate the divide that the march of Selma meant to minimize.
50th anniversary (fast forward to 3:19:00 of the video) honoring the march. He said, “Selma is not a museum but a manifestation of a creed written in our founding document. We the people in order to form a more perfect union we hold these truth to be self evident that all men are created equally.” He went on to mention that we have come a long way and this march and those that followed opened the doors for so many other groups denied of equality. The doors swung open all the way to the White House. It swung open for Women, Latinos, Asians, Gay Americans, Americans with disabilities.
Many agreed with their applause and voices. Yet the work is not done and the march is not over. May the doors continue to swing to our hearts and minds of understanding those different than us.
In President Obama’s speech he touched on the voting right act of today which is still weakened. Therefore, we shouldn’t give up our power or point to someone else for where we are today. Vote to make a difference. Exercise the right that many fought and died to give us because…
The wounds have yet to heal
The scab is irritated
The bruise is crimson and sore
We are still rubbing out the stain
So before we put this behind us and lock it away to not be reminded when the words, gestures or actions salt the wound. Take a minute to remember the events of Bloody Sunday. Reflect on all those who face inequality when they just want an equal opportunity to be. Equality is no longer just about being black or white it is so much more and we all stand accountable of our walk, run, and steps.
The pattern of my shoes leave marks behind me and many feel each step as I walk by.
Do I step in fear, hate, peace, or love? Let’s all be accountable for the pattern of our steps we leave daily. The future of our world and our children depend on it.