The birthday of Martin Luther King and Selma, the movie, made me think of an old friend, a New Yorker, who spent a year in the South at the height of the civil rights movement in 1964-65. Karen, a “nice Jewish girl” from Long Island, was teaching at Fisk University in Nashville, Tenn. “No white person ever came there,” she told me. She “lived in color,” learning first hand what it meant to be black.
Karen is exceptional in many ways. An activist practically from birth and by breeding, she was a Freedom Rider, one of the Northerners who rode buses south to take part in the civil rights marches and protests. She marched to Selma, met MLK and spoke with him.
This is just a teaser; the story will come out in February, which is Black History Month.
Photo by Peter Pettus