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I am a man
The National Civil Rights Museum is a hard place to visit. It’s uncomfortable to be confronted with the racist history of our country. It’s sickening to learn about how many things were denied – institutionally denied – to people of color. It’s embarrassing to have to admit that I’ve lived many, many years without thinking too deeply about what it means. It’s sobering to think about how far we’ve yet to go.
In 1969, the sanitation workers in Memphis were on strike; they carried the “I AM A MAN” signs on the picket lines. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. made two trips to Memphis to support the strikers, and one the second trip he was assassinated as he stood on the balcony of the Lorraine Motel, the same building that now houses the museum.
If you go to Memphis, please go to the museum: you’ll leave a different person than you were before.
National Civil Rights Museum
Memphis, Tennessee
photographed 12.27.2021
the day the train came to town
Maybe you remember that time last summer when we drove many hours to see a train? We weren’t the only ones who made seeing that giant steam engine a spectator event.
Mexia, Texas
photographed 8.15.2021
Please Register
I am not sure if I’m going to get in trouble by admitting that I did not register, even though I was clearly directed to do so…
Hopewell Cemetery
Freestone County, Texas
photographed 8.15.2021
Tonight
Meanwhile, tonight at the drive-in movies – nothing will be showing. Please make other plans.
Lamesa, Texas
photographed 5.2.2021
without faith (a diptych)
I’d been by this abandoned church before, and even stopped once. For reasons that I don’t comprehend, I decided to pull off the road the other day and have another look at it. The door was open so I had a look inside – and this diptych shows a couple of the things that caught my attention.
Cone, Texas
photographed 11.21.2021
One Day | One Image 