We are in movement. Black Lives Matter is undoubtedly, arguably productive—although fragmented—and its presence is felt everywhere from prime-time TV to the cover of Time Magazine. A part of our collective remembering of the Civil Rights and Black Power movements and the proverbial fire that powers us forward, even now, is the archive of memory-staining images of Black bodies hung, hosed and bitten by dogs.
The world watched Ferguson become the new Selma and looked on in shock as America, a symbol for hope and freedom, took 50 steps back into darkness.
It’s never easy to look at these images—their tenors draw a corporeal, visceral reaction. Black bodies snatched, choked, and shot from behind two, four and eight times. It is indeed a trauma in progress.
But it’s critical. Because we need our daughters and sons to remember these moments.