Luther Jones is an African American man living in Selma, AL. He is an older man who has lived through a lot of life. In the wake of the 50th anniversary of the March on Selma he reflects on his participation on that day fifty years earlier. From singing in church to saying goodbye to his mother Luther recounts the activities that he believes shaped his life. Events that made him want to create a better life for his children even if it met risking his life to do it. He walks hand in hand with the other thousands of men and women that day hoping for equality. As he sifts through his memories of this day we see a man that has risked his life for the greater good and lost a lot of himself along the way. But no matter the price that was paid he is determined to make the march again, visit the trail where his life was forever changed and grab hands for his Walk To Remember.

Male- Walk To Remember

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(Scene opens with Luther Jones. He is an elderly African-American man who is physically feeling the pain for his age. He may walk with a slight limp but when he speaks his voice gives a magical power that makes all want to listen. He goes to a closet opens the door and pulls down a photo album. He dusts it off, and holds it tight to his chest as if it were a child he had forgotten about. He then turns to the audience.) It wasn't until 1965 that I knew I could sing. I guess all black people thought they could sing back in my day because every single one of us was in the church choir come Sunday morning. That was just part of being black and growing up in the south. (Laughs) I remember the choir director Mr. Johnson put me in front of the piano one day and told me to sing “Amazing Grace.” My knees were shaking so bad and I was sweating something fierce. He would always tell us just look to the Heavens and tell your story. Somehow I made my way through that Sunday morning. I think I was looking so far up to the Heavens that my eyes rolled straight to the back of my head. But I looked at my mama at one point and she was in tears. There’s something kind of special about making someone proud when you don’t even know it, or doing the right thing because, hell why not. But the most important song I ever sung was on March 25, 1965. “A walk to remember” as many of us called it. Hand-in-hand, brothers and sisters, white men in black men, women and children, just walking. Walking for freedom.

Male- Walk To Remember

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