Friend, I’ve been blessed to have spent most of my life organizing for change. I caught my inspiration for organizing as a seven-year-old child in 1964. That summer, my family traveled by car to visit my father’s family in Clayton, AL. Louisville, where I grew up, had a lot of racist conventions, but did not spell them out as vividly as they did in Clayton. Being refused at gas stations and restrooms on the trip down south showed me I was in a different place than I’d ever been. When my mom went to do laundry for our family, she decided to use the laundromat reserved for white people. The laundromat attendant screamed at my mother, threw our wet laundry on the sidewalk, and called the sheriff. Even though she was outnumbered, even though she was in the heart of the deep south, my mother gave as good as she got. My inspiration to fight for justice was born from my mother’s sacrifice and courage that day. |