BLOODY SUNDAY - 57 Years later

A day for so many to remember and a day I hope to remember.  This morning I am traveling about 50 miles east to Selma, Alabama for an annual event.  I find myself reflecting on a conversation from yesterday. I met a woman, in front of the Alabama State Capital, who shared with me the significance of this event - Bloody Sunday. She is the one who brings me on this journey today.

As I approach the bridge, there are state troopers and secret service people everywhere.  The street in front of the bridge is lined up with hundreds of spectators of all ages.  There are a few large charter buses with students from various black colleges who are wearing the same-colored tee-shirts.  I pull out my E-bike believing I will have more mobility than being on foot.  As I join the others along this road, I meet several people eagerly wanting to share their reason for being here.  During my wait I learn more about this event in our history.  A 25-year-old black activist, John Lewis, led 600 individuals across the Edmond Pettus Bridge on their way to the state capital (54 miles).  This march was to bring attention to the state denying blacks the right to vote.   On the other side, lines of white state troopers were waiting.  The individuals refused to turn back around.  They were brutally attacked placing many in the hospital.  The footage hit the national news and caused national outcry.  Today marks the 57th year anniversary which is remembered as, "Bloody Sunday".  ​

As the thousands begin crossing the bridge, I make the decision to no longer be a spectator but a participant.  I climb on my bike and join them.  My adrenaline peaks and a huge smile light up my face.  I think to myself, "Today is going to be a day I will always remember."  ​