Growing up in the South, you learn from an early age about racism. Our public schools taught from books that The Daughters of the Confederacy bought for schools. Eventually, we read books that actually told some truth.
I remember reading about the Civil Rights movement and its leaders. I remember learning details about Martin Luther King, Jr. I remember feeling shame to know he was assassinated in my home state of Tennessee.
This looks like an awfully nice backdrop for a wedding, right? Well, that’s exactly what it was in October 2019 when Rachel’s brother got married. I got to hang with Rachel’s family during that trip to Tennessee.
Due to the pandemic and self-isolation, I’ve been thinking a lot about a couple of the trips Rachel and I have taken in the past year or so. Here’s a picture from our trip to Tennessee last October. It’s a mural of two patron saints of Nashville in a trendy café we stopped at.