Selma March Journal Entry
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Selma March Journal Entry
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September 6, 2013
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Selma March Journal Entry
Today is March 7, 1965. This was it, today was the day that we showed the white people of America that we will not sit down and watch as they dangle our freedom (African Americans freedom) right in front of our faces. The day began with thoughts of justice, and equality, and the egger feeling that after today we African Americans will soon be able to exercise our right to vote, just as our constitution permits. As I got dressed this morning, in my best suit and tie, I imagined what the feeling would be like to actually cast my first vote. Because today we will march. We will march for our right to vote, for the ability to physically vote, without the acts of violence, and without literacy tests. I got to the church where everyone was told to meet. One of the leaders of SNCC reminded us that this was a peaceful demonstration and no one will act in violence in the face of violence. Really!? I said to myself. If someone becomes violent with me I cannot just turn the other cheek, if they want war I’ll give them war. But as soon as I thought this our leaders reminded us that we cannot show the same hatred they show to us, because then we become the same, evil. The march was set to be 56 miles long. We were to march from Selma to our states capitol, Montgomery. Activists came from all around to participate in today’s demonstration. In all about 600 people arrived ready to have our voices heard by the government, ready for equality, and ready for humanity. Even the ABC news came out to broadcast the event to the entire nation, I knew this day would go down in history if the news station was here to capture it all. As we set out on our journey I could already imagine myself standing in line, in anticipation, waiting to vote. And as I get to the ballot I am not beaten, I am not taken away to jail, and there are no hoops or rings of fire to jump through. Just me and the ability to...
Unknown
September 6, 2013
HIS/145
Selma March Journal Entry
Today is March 7, 1965. This was it, today was the day that we showed the white people of America that we will not sit down and watch as they dangle our freedom (African Americans freedom) right in front of our faces. The day began with thoughts of justice, and equality, and the egger feeling that after today we African Americans will soon be able to exercise our right to vote, just as our constitution permits. As I got dressed this morning, in my best suit and tie, I imagined what the feeling would be like to actually cast my first vote. Because today we will march. We will march for our right to vote, for the ability to physically vote, without the acts of violence, and without literacy tests. I got to the church where everyone was told to meet. One of the leaders of SNCC reminded us that this was a peaceful demonstration and no one will act in violence in the face of violence. Really!? I said to myself. If someone becomes violent with me I cannot just turn the other cheek, if they want war I’ll give them war. But as soon as I thought this our leaders reminded us that we cannot show the same hatred they show to us, because then we become the same, evil. The march was set to be 56 miles long. We were to march from Selma to our states capitol, Montgomery. Activists came from all around to participate in today’s demonstration. In all about 600 people arrived ready to have our voices heard by the government, ready for equality, and ready for humanity. Even the ABC news came out to broadcast the event to the entire nation, I knew this day would go down in history if the news station was here to capture it all. As we set out on our journey I could already imagine myself standing in line, in anticipation, waiting to vote. And as I get to the ballot I am not beaten, I am not taken away to jail, and there are no hoops or rings of fire to jump through. Just me and the ability to...