The last time I was in Selma, Alabama was in 1972, traveling across the
South with a group of activists making a movie. (It never came out, which
was just as well.) Our group was received with traditional Southern
hospitality everywhere throughout the South, except in Selma. We sat down
in a café right next to the famous Edmund Pettus Bridge, where voting rights
marchers had been gassed and beaten on Bloody Sunday, seven years before.
The atmosphere was so thick I had to go stand outside to collect myself. On
the street I met an elderly black man in overalls who had worked all his
life in Chicago ' 'second worst place in the world' ' before retiring back
home to Selma ' 'the worst.' Twenty-eight years later I returned to find
the town finally climbing out of that bottom spot.
In Selma, Alabama, there is actually an intersection of Jefferson Davis and
Martin Luther King streets. As a spot for a polling place, it asks an
obvious question about which way Selma wants to go in the 21st century. The
answer, by 57% in a runoff election with a 75% turnout, is Selma's first
African American mayor, James Perkins, Jr.