Sometimes you have to do something regardless of reasons not to. Or at least I do. When this happens, I say that I have been called, meaning I am compelled […]
In many ways Day 5 of the Solano College Civil Rights Travel Course is the most meaningful for me. In December of 1964 I turned eighteen – the magic number. Although black children had demonstrated in Birmingham and registered voters in projects in Mississippi and Alabama, I had to be an adult before I could volunteer to work with any of the major civil rights organizations. (I couldn’t vote. The voting age was still 21.) Selma occurred three months after I turned eighteen. I watched the marches there with different eyes than I had the civil rights events that went before.
Have you ever felt totally right and comfortable with a decision? You know that “I can’t be wrong attitude.” that makes you determined to get something done. For me one of those decisions was becoming a teacher. Another time was with both marriages. (Since my first ended in divorce, perhaps I should reexamine the feeling.) Another time was when we walked into a housing development model home. Bored and disappointed after looking for a new home for months, I didn’t want to bother looking at models anymore. Joe said, “Just this last one.” I walked in and said, “This is it!” and it has been.