Two tourists got out to look at the Brown chapel. The gang of men, including Escrow, watched them, wondering where they were from. I went over and talked to the tourists who were from Ontario and excited to see places they knew from the movie, but concerned about their safety.
When I came back and told the men where the tourists had come from they all whistled in proud disbelief. “Damn, CANADA. Wow. They came all the way from Canada to see Selma?”
I also mentioned their fears of the neighborhood. Escrow stopped playing with his phone, looked at me, eyes drilling into me, smile gone.
“We never harm tourists. Never. Got that. We keep our shit to ourselves. They come here because special things DID happen here. Just wish they would happen again.”
