What Pegman Saw – Bloody Sunday

“What Pegman saw” is a weekly challenge based on Google Streetview. You can read the rules here. You can find today’s location on this page,  from where you can also get the Inlinkz code. This week’s location is Selma, Alabama.

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Edmund Pettus Bridge, Selma, AL | Google Maps

Bloody Sunday

The march was meant to be non-violent.

There was anger, yes, and not surprisingly, with Jimmie Lee Jackson shot dead by a trooper a few weeks earlier, but we were peaceful. Six hundred strong, we walked slowly to Edmund Pettus bridge. I wriggled and jostled to the front to be close to my heroine Amelia Boynton.

The troopers were waiting, in heavy coats and gas-masks, billy clubs in hand.

We stopped. Sirens began wailing.

The troopers came on. They knocked people down and trampled on them, arms, legs, faces. Their horses converged on us. A mounted man struck Amelia viciously on her head, and she dropped, almost under the horse’s hooves. I went down and everything went black.

I woke up in the Good Samaritan Hospital, with a very sore head and burns from tear gas. And in the next bed was Amelia.

“How are you, child?” she asked.

10 thoughts on “What Pegman Saw – Bloody Sunday

  1. Love how this tale puts a human face and cost on the conflict. The gentle way you took the time to reveal what the characters love and value makes it all the more moving.

    I got a chill at “We stopped. Sirens began wailing.” I could see, hear, and feel the dread.

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    • Dear Na’ama
      Thank you for reading and for your kind comments. I watched video footage of the events, and they were horrifying. It’s astonishing that nobody died on that day (there were deaths on other occasions, of course).
      With very best wishes

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      • Indeed it was horrifying, not the least of it in the insufficient outrage at the time (and some apathy since by those who still minimize or try to color a peaceful march as something else). And, yes, too many died. Then, and since. By those who hate, by those who fear equality, by those who rule by force, not peace or love or humanity or justice or a moral compass.

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