Dr. King and I – Ann Arbor, MI

Dr. King and I – Ann Arbor, MI

On the celebration of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s birthday, it was snowing in Michigan. Like most schools, the University of Michigan had given its students a day-off. Unlike most schools, it had created an ambitious month-long symposium in honor of Dr. King so rich and impressive, that even the snow couldn’t keep more than 300 people from packing the auditorium to standing-room-only to watch Divided We Fall.

My director and I take the stage to thank everyone, especially our hosts the University Libraries, for choosing to reflect on Dr. King’s message through our film. “He would have been here to support you, “ one woman tells me.

As the film plays, I stand in the back and think of Dr. King leading the bus boycotts, standing up to the fire hoses, and sitting in the Birmingham jail learning to love his jailer. I think of him standing on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial and speaking of his dreams. I see my professor Linda Hess in the crowd, a white Jewish woman who believed in him because she knew that her freedom was bound up with what he stood for.

At that moment, I see Rachael Neumann on the big screen, a white woman my age speaking about struggling with her own prejudice. Like Linda, Rachael knew that her freedom was bound up with the destiny of the turbaned man sitting in front of her on the train on Sept. 12, 2001. She saw him wrongfully arrested, ducked when the guns loomed over him, pretended that he must have been guilty for being treated the way he was. This is why she needed to apologize to him: “I want to apologize for making him not-a-person in my head for a year and a half.” And this is why Sher Singh (pictured) accepts her apology: “I wish her the best in life.”

Our freedom is inextricably tied up with the freedom of those next to us. “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere,” said Dr. King. I feel proud that so many people are here in this auditorium on a snowy Monday supporting us in his name.

After the film, the audience asks about the negligance of the media, the possibility for dialogue with those who seem unreachable, and the reactions of my own family. Sharat and I give answers and tell stories (his are more funny than mine).

And then a woman stands up:

“I am a Sikh woman who lives and works here in Ann Arbor,” says Gurpreet. “I remember going to the Sikh gurdwara (house of worship) after 9/11 and seeing American flags on all the cars, almost out of desperation to say ‘we are American too.’ And I remember how afraid I felt, even here in Ann Arbor. I was afraid to leave my house.”

Gurpreet’s story is an example of the many invisible consequences of the aftermath of 9/11 — a lost sense of home that affects what we do and how we relate. Stories like hers make the issues in our film local and present.

At the very end, Angad Singh, a Sikh student who helped bring our film to U of M last year, comes to the stage. He thanks everyone for all the support he’s received and offers his support to anyone in return.

It is the truest expression of solidarity.

And it represents the hard-unity that Senator Barack Obama spoke about in his speech at Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta earlier in the day.

The hope captured in this speech lies at the heart of my experience on the road with this film. (For this reason, I invite you to read it no matter what your politics). It shows up in the exchanges between our audience members, the dialogue that rises out of a recognition that we all have a stake in the struggle for recognition, that my freedom depends on your freedom. You can see it in the response cards we gather from our audiences, stories that speak to that shared human experience, stories we post here.

After the screening, we finally tumble out onto the streets and share a huge dinner with the Sikh Student Association and my friends from college who are visiting for the long weekend. My circle of college friends, lovingly named the Pocket, have sustained me with their support and friendship through this entire journey into the whirlwind, keeping the bitterness at bay with their love. (At right: Irene, me, Irene, Jess, Shannon. At bottom: SSA memb
ers with us).
All these festivities come after a beautiful catered lunch organized just for us by the university library staff earlier in the day.


The next day, Sharat and I lead a dialogue workshop for library staff in a ballroom as it snows and snows outside. The staff shares their own hopes and doubts about race, religion, and identity and leave feeling a little more hopeful, a little more connected with one another. We then head to the library for a formal conversation with students and faculty during the lunch hour, where we explore ideas of future projects with a wonderful group of people (at right).

And in the evening, we lead a ‘fireside chat’ in the East Quad for two hours with a group of students from the dorm (at left). We talk about our journey in making the film, the ups and downs, and share our insights on working for social justice. Our stories really seem to resonate and we leave feeling that we have had exchanges whose ripple effects will grow.

We want to thank Helen Look (below) and all the organizers at the university for hosting our incredible visit. And also thank you to John Cady, who drove us around in the snow, shared stories about Ann Arbor, took many of the pictures posted here, and extended his personal support to the film. We feel lucky to have made such great new friends.

We are heading to Wayne State today, then the SAAN conference, and then the Academy of Sacred Heart in the coming days — all in Michigan! Check out our tour schedule!



6 thoughts on “Dr. King and I – Ann Arbor, MI”

  • Great to see you blogging again ๐Ÿ™‚

    I sometimes half-wonder if you will ever go back and talk about the Clovis premiere — though it’s been awhile and it’s not like we’re a big venue or anything ๐Ÿ˜€

  • Are you kidding me, Seth? Our Clovis Premiere was a major highlight on our film tour last year — a night I will never forget. I plan to go back and write about the major stops on the2007 film tour, including Clovis, in-between writing about our curernt tour. Keep checking in!

  • Dear Valarie Kaur Ji,

    Just asking as a humble request if you are the same person who was doing the below given course.

    If the answer is yes then , Would it be possible to have some notes from you about the course.

    If you are very busy with your work or for any reason you are not able to send the information then it is fine too.

    Best Regards.

    Rupinder Singh

    My email address is : singh.rupinder@ntlworld.com

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    Week Three, April 22: Overview of Sikh Theology
    Lecturer: Valarie Kaur

    http://stanford.edu/

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  • I saw your movie at the SoCal Sikh Film Festival in November. I applaud you for making this movie, but I also feel that as Sikh myself, when can we move ahead from our association with 9/11? Was there no prejudice against us prior to 9/11? Your movie documented alot of negative impacts from 9/11 on Sikhs, and the overall movie left me somewhat dismayed. I see movies from the Siknet Youth Film Festival, and there are a lot of people who are trying to turn something negative into something positive. (For example, Angad’s movie, “One Light”). He wants to use his movie to educate others about who Sikhs are, and what we stand for. As a Sikh-American I am quite tired of hearing about 9/11 and how Sikhs are viewed as terrorists. Why not make another movie that is more progressive, and more suitable for the present day? I can watch a person’s movie, but then I want to know what else is this person doing with the cause? What else are they working on?

  • Awesome! Thanks for this inspiring article. The pictures are cool also. I spotted at least one person I know (other than you, if you can consider that I know you – lol). My aunt lives in Ann Arbor and I’ve been there once, but I didn’t know there were any Sikhs there ๐Ÿ™‚
    Sat Naam,
    -Prabhu

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