I will never forget our march across the Edmund Pettus Bridge, before we met the sea of blue Alabama state troopers on the other side. We walked two by two, totally in faith, not knowing what our end would be. We were silent. Just six hundred of us walking in a quiet persistence. To me, it felt like a holy march, so solemn, so reverent, so filled with unity and purpose. Though in the pictures we look so alone, I felt like there was a band of brothers and sisters, the seen and the unseen who marched with us. Our spirits joined with others through the ages who had determined to stand for
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