In September 2004 I met James Armstrong by chance in front of his barbershop. I had just returned from New York after flying there to retrieve my camera gear that was in the custody of the New York City Police Department. A friend and photographer at the Birmingham News agreed to pick me up at the Birmingham airport and drive me over to Tuscaloosa where I lived at the time. But first she had to stop off and shoot a photo assignment at a middle school in the College Hills area. I remained outside and walked around the neighborhood with my Holga 2 and 1/4 film camera. I turned a corner and found Mr. Armstrong locking up his barbershop. I introduced myself and we chatted for a few minutes and he told me of the 1965 march across the bridge in Selma. He asked me about myself and I told him I was a photographer. I asked if I could make a photo of him in front of his barbershop. He agreed and I snapped the final frame on my last roll of 2 and 1/4 film. I thanked him and shook his hand and returned to the school where my ride was waiting.
A few years later a documentary film maker from California produced a film about Mr. Armstrong. A preview of that film can be found here.