Our time in Selma was limited. We did not get a chance to visit the National Voting Rights Museum, but we did get a chance to walk across the Edmund Pettus Bridge. I will admit that I was chicken and could not reach the end of the bridge. The wind was blowing so hard, the sidewalk was narrow, and the guardrails were at my waist, and I was terrified. The experience itself overwhelmed me and so did the elements, and I am kind of beating myself up over it now. I wish I would’ve made it to the other end of the bridge. I got to the arc of the bridge, right where State Troopers used force against marchers on “Bloody Sunday.” I did not memorialize the place where there was bloodshed and the events that were a major step in getting blacks the right to vote, which made it possible for me to cast my ballot for Barack Obama this past November. However, I’m trying to become satisfied with my acknowledgment of such significant events alone. We took the “Historic Route” from Selma to Montgomery and the whole ride I kept thinking about those that traveled it back in the 60’s. We were all cramped in our van, but I thought about those protesters who were cramped in cars, going back and forth between the two cities, fearing for their lives and the lives of their loved ones. Laying everything on the line for the simple right of casting a ballot. It made me so mad that this past election a few of my friends did not vote. It didn’t even matter to me who they were going to vote for, but it bothered me that they weren’t going to execute their right to vote! Black people, at that! “Oh, I forgot to register,” was the common excuse I got. I think that this election has changed the perspectives of many, those Republican and Democrat, and that from now on a lot of things in our country will be different. That is part of the reason I applied for this trip. I made it a point to register to vote, and I even got dressed up on Election Day. I was proud to walk in that office and get my ballot. And even though I called my grandmother immediately after voting on November 4, I gave my “I Voted!” sticker to her once I went back home to Sacramento. I felt that she was entitled to it.
Peace and Love,