5 feet from BB King

I need to write a post before anything else happens and I can't keep up anymore.
I just need to tell you all that Friday night I was about 5 feet away from BB King at the BB King Homecoming Festival in Indianola. Yes. I said it. It was absolutely incredible.
This whole week I have been constantly amazed by the intense depth and breadth of history that the Delta is made of. I feel like everywhere I turn I see/hear/taste or meet a historical landmark or character.
On my first day of work I met a man who was a SNCC field coordinator in the 1960s and coordinated the Freedom Summer of 1964 in Sunflower County. He told us about the young people, mostly white, who came into the area and how one of the most effective tools for breaking down the fear that was paralyzing the civil rights movement was that these white young people stayed in the homes of black families. For the first time in their lives these black adults were able to call a white person by their first name, and were addressed as "sir" and "ma'am".

After this conversation we walked past the courthouse where Blacks were consitently denied the right to vote, and where Fannie Lou Hamer cam to register.

I watched Fannie Lou Hamer's speech to the Mississippi DNC as an example for my public speaking class, and realized that everyday we drive through Ruleville, her hometown where she lived as a sharecropper.

I went to what they say is the last authentic juke joint in the country, Po Monkey's, which is located right in the middle of a field, what used to be a plantation and then sharecropping land.

These are just some of the things that stood out, in a very full week. The Delta has consistently surprised me, it is a land of extremes with more variation than you woudl expect. I hope I can explain myself better next time.