Why I’m Glad I Went to Selma, AL on March 1, 2020 Bloody Sunday has personal childhood memories for me. I was 9 years old when my older brother, a freshman at Tennessee State University participated in the March. My parents were not aware that he was not at school but was in Alabama. I vividly remember the cut on his head, the blood-stained white shirt he wore, and the slightly injured white girl he brought home wanting my mother, who was a nurse, to tend to her injuries. It was on this day that my eyes were opened to the atrocities inflicted upon our people. I did the Selma trip to pay homage to my brother and the many brave individuals who stood for our rights. — Nina Staples, Ed.D. MONTGOMERY, AL I Just Had to Keep My Promise to Myself… I’m really glad that I had the opportunity to go. — Betty Fortson A Message of Concern What would happen if people would sit in churches throughout the world for centuries with the image of a “Black Man” as Savior of the world before them? What would this do to the world’s children? What would happen to the world’s children put under a figure of a particular race presented, pitiable, and in pain “Savior of All Men?” — Herbert A. Shabass 6
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