“Bloody Sunday” was televised for all who dared to take a glance as they peeked through what I’m sure were cupped hands. It was the second call that Dr. King made for supporters to come to Selma to stand up for equality and the right to vote. Amazingly, many sacrificed everything to answer the call for freedom and were willing to pay for it with their blood.
The Nation I am certain stood in total shock as the true character of America was highlighted in a way that made people admit that they themselves had not done enough to impact change and most likely perpetuated the situation by not taking a stand of any kind but rather chose to ignore the plight of so many of God’s creation. It was a day that would forever be etched in history as “Bloody Sunday.”
I cannot even imagine the fear that swelled up within the heart’s and mind’s of every vessel who was divinely selected to bear the burden of the black race on their back’s. Yet, they marched on, hand in hand, leaning on one another and believing that God had ushered in the strength to endure. I admire and stand in awe of those not of the black race who stood, guided, used their influence and said, “I am with you in this fight my brother and sister, we are ONE,” when they could have easy faded into the background of their privilege.
People were willing to be beaten, bleed and die for democracy for those who were yet to come while other’s were willing to misuse democracy because it was deemed their birthright.
I stand in awe of all of those who unselfishly fought for this black female to be able to gracefully walk into a voting precinct and other public places without even thinking twice about the gesture. For that, I am eternally grateful and humbled and glad that they were steadfast and believed what they song, “We shall overcome someday!”
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Move Forward In Righteousness XOXO♥