Last week I embarked on a mission to change the way African Americans vote. It started on March 7, 1965; it was a very brutal morning. We were about to enter the city of Montgomery, Alabama. I had assembled over 600 demonstrators. The day was called Bloody Sunday, Selma March. We were trying to reverse the civil injustice of poll taxes, literacy tests, and many more wrongs that kept many of us colored people from voting, and even registering to vote. We had been marching for three weeks and covered 54 miles. Montgomery was the finish line and we were weary. As we entered the city we were met by Billy clubs, tear gas, and German Sheppards.
My demonstration luckily was successful but not without great loss. We lost many of our brave civil rights demonstrators to all the terrible violence. I personally think it was worth it and that the demonstration gave future generation’s new found rights, and the opportunity to succeed. The march lead o the creation of The Federal Voting Rights Act. That is the end of my story and, while it may be short it laid the foundation for future generations.