The first time I made ‘good trouble.’
It was as close to the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. – and to history in the making – as I would ever get, that bright Sunday morning in Selma, Alabama, in March 1965.
“Walk together, children,” Dr. King implored us from the steps of Brown Chapel AME Church at the start of the Selma-to-
Montgomery voting rights march. “Don’t you get weary, and it will lead us to the Promised Land. And Alabama will be a new Alabama, and America will be a new America.”
It was heady stuff, to
