Contributed By: Barak Gibson
While sitting on the steps of Historic Brown Chapel in Selma Alabama in 2007, I saw a group of young boys running around the projects. I hated the deplorable conditions they called home–and I don’t just mean the rundown buildings where they lived. People of Selma grow up in a system that still tells them they are less than or better than others based on the color of their skin. This vicious cycle creates hopelessness–resulting in staggering statistics and ultimately violence.
The inscription on the MLK memorial in front of Brown Chapel read, “I Had A Dream.” The tragedy is that it feels as if MLK’s dream has died in this pivotal city that played a huge role in the Civil Rights movement that changed the course of our nation and the world.
I couldn’t stand by and watch while so many lives were being destroyed. I had to do something to help break this cycle of racial oppression and extreme poverty.
Driven by the injustices we saw crippling the city, my wife and I chose to follow our dream and fight for the equality of all people. We left our comfortable life and moved to Selma in the summer of 2007. We chose to stand against a system that has been in place for hundreds of years.