I was born in 1950. I remember watching the civil rights movement on television. Little Rock, Selma; the firehoses, the attack dogs; sheer, ugly hatred.

It took young men and women brave enough to confront that with nonviolence. Do we have those warriors today? Not the dumb rabble of January 6, 2020, but the good trouble of 1964. Brute force versus conscientious force…

They stood up—can we? Will we?