For me, this is no joy in this trip down memory lane. Often, as you accumulate the years, it’s like that; bittersweet at best. In this case, it’s that way because I remember police brutality.
I remember it when it was in its hey-day and really something scary to witness; a maelstrom of pain and panic turned loose on an unprepared, yet resilient black public. It was like they just didn’t care but the calm and cavalier manner with which such storied individuals as Bull Connor or George Wallace would unleash all the weapons in their considerable arsenal against unarmed men, women and children captured the consciousness of a then evolving American landscape and forced the questions that ultimately drove change. Continue reading