The Martin Luther King weekend 2017 could have been spent sleeping or hitting the malls searching for sales as people do for most national holidays. Instead, I had the opportunity to travel on a Civil Rights trip to Alabama, sponsored by the Montgomery County Maryland Chapter of Jack and Jill, Inc. Jack and Jill is an African-American organization for mothers and their children. It is an organization I have been a member of since I was two. During the trip, I learned some information about the Civil Rights Movement through my public school education and Jack and Jill. However, I feel that I never grasped the magnitude of these historical events, especially about my black identity or as a young black woman, until taking this trip. The opportunity to experience the environment where many Civil Rights leaders, who were expected yet extraordinary people, debunked the history I had been taught and changed how I perceived my approach to knowledge. A three-day trip I took in the middle of my 8th-grade year would eventually jumpstart my activism and induce my pursuit of helping those in need.
Our travel group first arrived in Birmingham. My initial disdain for touring Alabama was due to my lack of knowledge about the state. My assumptions were classist based on stereotypes because I thought I was entering a poor, rural, unkempt atmosphere. I was proven wrong and, to my surprise, was in awe of the interactive technology I witnessed, which provided further alternative learning. Birmingham surprised me the most because I realized how much history occurred within a three-mile radius. Whether it was the protest in Kelly Ingram Park or the Sixteen Street Baptist Church bombings, I believe what struck me the most was how a Jack and Jiller, Carol Robinson, was a victim in the church bombing. My difficulty comprehending how such brutality can happen to an innocent young girl, who was so similar to me,, was profound.
The final stop on our tour was Selma, Alabama, where we attended church at Brown Chapel AME and walked over the Edmund Pettus Bridge. A year prior, former President Barack Obama visited to commemorate the 50th anniversary of Bloody Sunday, where the legend, John Lewis, was beaten in the head when he reached the top of the bridge. Unfortunately, the present Selma is a ghost town with a heavy, musky atmosphere. We concluded our tour after the service at Brown Chapel A.M.E, an essential church for Martin Luther King, where he held meetings about the fight for the Voting Rights Act, protests, and how to make civil rights legislation possible. Sadly, this statuesque piece of historic real estate filled with many important stories and memories sits in a deteriorating, depressed neighborhood.
This civil rights tour expanded my personal view and created a more complex narrative of the ideologies and methods of those involved in the movement. This trip did not make me lose trust in the education system but spurred me to open up to other perspectives and knowledge systems. It solidified my love for history and activism and introduced the concept of intersectionality in America. My enjoyment of visiting historical sites that tell a story about America and the deepening appreciation for ordinary people who took a risk and performed extraordinary feats stirs my passion. This history deserves to be fought for, which is why this trip greatly impacted who I am today.