This is a guest opinion column
I grew up in Birmingham surrounded by the history and the legacy of the Civil Rights Movement, but for me, it was never just history in a textbook. It lived in the streets, in family stories, and in the pews of Sixth Avenue Baptist Church, where generations understood that faith and justice were inseparable. Long before I understood terms like ‘redistricting’ or ‘voter dilution,’ I understood that Black political power in the South had always been targeted, and that ordinary people fought, organized, marched, and risked everything to make democracy real for us.

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