From Atlanta I drove to Alabama, where I visited the Tuskegee Airmen NHS, which is still a functioning airport! If you had your own plane, I think it would be really cool to visit these historic airports.
I can’t remember much of what I learned there... what I mostly remember is thinking that these pilots were really good looking men!
I retraced my trip from last summer and drove the highway from Montgomery to Selma. Last summer, I didn’t make it all the way to Selma and was mad at myself for not seeing the bridge. This summer, I made it happen. It felt very profound, standing there and thinking about the events of Bloody Sunday. And the thing that struck me the most (about all of the civil rights sites) is that this stuff didn’t happen all that long ago! We’ve come a long way in the past 50 years, but we have a long way to go.
My hotel that night was in Jackson, Mississippi, so it was a long day of driving. I had to stop in Jackson because Medgar Evers’s home was recently declared a National Historic Site. Even though there’s no stamp, and I didn’t get to go inside, at least I made a quick visit and learned something new.
And that new fact I learned was that he was assassinated right here in this driveway, where I had just been taking selfies. I was mortified and hoped the neighbors didn’t see. So tacky.
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