“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.
Edmund Pettus Bridge, Selma, AL | Google Maps
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.