“Loving” is a powerful take on the famous Supreme Court case that ended the prohibition of interracial marriage. Richard, a white man, and Mildred, a black woman, leave Virginia to get married, and they come back to a racist justice system that does not support their harmless act of marriage. In fact, the justice system forbids it. From the local sheriff to Richard’s own mother, time and time again people shake their head at Richard and mutter that he “should have known better”. Should have known better? Is it a crime to love someone else for who they are? Sadly, in this case the predominately racist general public says it is. So Richard and Mildred roll with the punches, leave the state, and raise a family. But as the Civil Rights Movement progresses, Mildred begins to realize that rolling with the punches isn’t right, and it isn’t fair. She writes a letter to Robert Kennedy and explains her situation. Though he doesn’t directly get back to her, a young lawyer reaches out to her. He wants to relieve Richard, Mildred, and their family of the injustice they’ve suffered, and he believes that together they can manipulate the justice system. He formulates a plan: bring it to their hometown, lose, then bring it to the state, lose, then bring it to federal court, lose, and then the case reaches the Supreme Court. But again, he’s a young lawyer, and he doesn’t have much experience. So he finds a prominent civil rights lawyer who, once he learns about Richard and Mildred’s situation, believes that Richard and Mildred have the chance to gain freedom not only for themselves but for all interracial couples. Well, their plan works. They do reach the Supreme Court. But as if Richard and Mildred’s entire struggle weren’t enough, the state of Virginia plots a heartbreaking, truly evil defense: use Richard and Mildred’s own children as witnesses testifying against their own parents. That is nothing but cruel. Fortunately, the Supreme Court answers with justice not only for Richard and Mildred but for all interracial couples. Interestingly, it didn’t take a march. It didn’t take a protest. It didn’t take an army. It took one couple to make a change for everyone.