Many historians just see King as a "civil rights" leader, but they don't fully understand how being a minister and a faith leader made his role in the movement possible. Oyelowo believes, after the years of research into King and the civil rights movement, that King could not have led this movement had he not been a "man of faith."
We don't want to talk about race and religion because it might get awkward. We don't want to talk about sex because we might say the wrong thing. We can't speak about gay marriage and climate change because we're afraid of offending someone or sounding too open- or closed-minded. So we talk about work or complain or rave about the latest iPhone.
Forgiveness and love, these are the things that make up the core of our entire existence. In my traditional and somewhat conservative Muslim-Arabic family, you didn't really say "I love you." Honestly, it was hard enough wishing my parents or brothers a happy birthday, let alone actually telling them that I loved them.
I want to offer three recommendations to all who believe in freedom and are praying that 2015 is the year that future history books and major motion pictures show that we stood as communities and as a nation for justice for all. Having worked with so many powerful voices in this current generation, I believe we can.
I hear you're living in your parents' basements, watching reality TV, and waiting for the perfect job to land in your lap. But the real you? The Millennials I talk to every day? You're nothing like that. I need you, Millennials. I need you to remind me that change is still possible, and darkness will never win in the end.
When shopping our film around, we were asked to cut Trevor and his entire storyline. Major studio players and sales agents at big agencies all the way down to smaller distribution houses all said they "loved the film" but needed Trevor to be cut simply because he was gay, as the "core Christian audience will not accept a gay character." It wasn't a discussion but an ultimatum.
I'd spent the past few weeks feeling completely lost, purposeless, and alone, but in the simple actions of that little girl, I began to realize the simplicity and power of hope and faith in our world. All I needed to do was to figure out a way of silencing all the noise around and inside of me, and begin to focus on the beauty of a moment, the belief in the wonderful.
There is a lot of hurt on all sides that boils to the surface when we learn of the suicide of a teen who was desperate for clarity, for acceptance, for love, and for inner peace. But instead of doing the challenging work of finding entry points for discussion that can lead to understanding and eventually acceptance and healing, so often we're reinforcing this "us vs. them" dichotomy.