Ramblings on Civil Rights, Race, Baltimore, and Freddy Gray

This is a post that is not related to films in any way. If you’d rather not read my personal essays that heavily discuss racial tensions and social equality, then it would behoove us both if you come back later for my next Cinephiliac related post. 

Is it possible to experience survivor’s guilt for a travesty that took place decades before your time? I ask because I am plagued with the feeling on a regular basis. During the weekend of Freddy Gray’s death, I embarked on family vacation that prompted a visit to the National Civil Rights Museum in Memphis, Tennessee. That visit made me aware of the recurring guilt I feel for being black in America and going through life complacently while millions have died just so that I can live.

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