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.
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).
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.