On Feb. 1, 1960, when I was a senior in college in Atlanta, four black freshmen from North Carolina sat in at a Whites-only lunch counter in a Greensboro Woolworth's store. It was just the spark I and so many black youth were waiting for.
"I'm comiiiiinggg!" Tutu sings out from the adjacent room, the words rolling off his tongue in a playfully high-pitched refrain, before he comes wheeling and teetering -- all 5'2" of him -- around the corner of his suite at the Atlanta Grand Hyatt.
Internet activism is individualistic: It's great for a sense of interconnectedness, but the Internet does not bind individuals in shared struggle the same as the face-to-face activism of the 1960s and '70s did.