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Sometimes people are were asked to count the bars of soap or jelly beans in a jar. people in alabama stood in an unmovable line. high school principal, colleges professors, lawyers and doctors, were told they could not read or write well enough. the only time that someone could even attempt to register to vote in selma, alabama, were the first and third mondays of each month. we had to change that. when i spoke at the march on washington on august 28, 1963, i was 23 years old. i had all of my ha...

Admitted to a little hospital. a group of nuns took care of us. and if it hadnt been for those nuns, i dont know what would have happened to many of us. that was on a sunday evening. early that monday morning, martin luther king jr., someone i loved and admired, was my hero, came to my bedside and said, john, dont worry, we will make it from selma to montgomery. he said, im calling on religious leaders to come to sel selma. on tuesday, march 9th, more than a thousand ministers, rabbis,

Us down to the white house. he stood in the door of the oval office greeting each one of us. he kept saying, you did a good job, you did a good job. when he got to martin luther king jr., he said you did a good job and you had a dream. that was my last time seeing the president. he was assassinated on november 22nd, 1963. but 18 days after the march on washington and the bombing of the church in birmingham, where four little girls were killed on a sunday morning, that inspired us morning anythin...

Passed in 1964. president johnson signed it into law. dr. king met with him and said, mr. president, we need a voting rights act. and the president said, i just signed a civil rights act. we dont have the votes in the congress to get a voting rights act passed. if you want it, make me do it. so we intensified our efforts in selma. on sunday, march 7th, 1965, a group of us, about 600 of us, left the ame church, walked 50 miles from selma to montgomery, to show to the nation and to the world that ...

Beating us with whips, nightsticks. i was hit in the head by a state trooper with a night stick. i was the first one to be hit. knocked down. my knees went from under me. i thought i saw death. i thought i was going to die on that bridge. i thought it was my last nonviolent protest. i made it back to the church. i dont know how i made it back. a thousand people trying to get in the church, more than 2,000 outside trying to get in. and someone asked me to say something to the audience. i stood up...