I think about Selma's Freedom Day often. Yesterday in 1963, hundreds of Black residents lined up outside the Dallas County Courthouse in Selma to register to vote. They stood for hours under threat of arrest and violence, while those who tried to bring them water were arrested.

Those who do not remember history are doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past. Although it feels like the clock is turning back, we must resist despair and fight for our democracy.

My aunt Christine King Farris is holding my hand, and the gentleman in the ministerial collar is Rev. Wyatt T. Walker. I love seeing my parents this way.

. He was freed after Robert Kennedy, on behalf of then-Presidential candidate, Senator John F. Kennedy, intervened. My mom (who is pregnant in this picture with my brother Dexter), my older sister Yolanda, and I met him upon his return.

One of my favorite pictures of Mom and Dad. Historical reference: Dad was sentenced to six months of hard labor at Reidsville State Prison for having an Alabama driver’s license in Georgia after moving from Alabama

On Yom Kippur, I join our Jewish brothers and sisters in reflection and renewal. May this sacred day remind us of our shared responsibility to seek forgiveness, pursue justice, repair what is broken, and build a more peaceful world for all. G’mar Chatima Tova.

In the days after, we saw who we can be when we stand as one: neighbors, strangers, and cities holding each other up. May we carry that spirit forward.

On the 25th anniversary of September 11, we remember those we lost, the families who have carried their absence, and the bravery of the first responders.

Proud of the deepening partnership between Drum Major Institute and Mi Familia Vota as we work on our shared policy agenda.

On September 4 in 1957, just 24 hours after a federal judge ordered their admission, the Little Rock Nine were again turned away from Central High, this time by an angry mob and the National Guard.