Amandla!

Innocently enough I click a link that comes from a trusted source. It takes me to the website for Putting the Movement Back Into Civil Rights Teaching. What I am not prepared for is the effect the photo that begins and ends their introductory feed has on me.

The little girl in the middle is wearing a dress similar to one I had at the same age. Had my hair been cut a few years earlier into what would become the signature natural I would wear for three decades, that could have been me in the photo. Something about her spindly arms raised, punctuated by her untested fists, affirming the power inherent in girls with brown skin made tears erupt. Power in several directions virtually short-circuited me. I shout Amandla to that!