To My Dearest Nika-san,
It’s March 27, 1965, and as I walk through the muddy fields of Hayneville, Alabama, I stop to look at the sky and wonder what we blacks have been through. The day before we left for the march with Dr. King (Martin Luther King Jr.), I have done a lot of preparations and packed a very small amount of items needed before I left for the march. (I have packed a blanket and purse filled with my special needs) Ma and Pa were worried about my health but I told I’d be just fine. As I walk more into the muddy fields, my legs get very heavy and tired making me want to stop and rest.
Many of us have been walking for quite awhile, and so we plan to be walking to Montgomery for about 5 days. The other day when we started to march downtown near the white stores, I felt many people staring at me, specifically whites, but I still kept my head up high. Dr. King plans for all of us to meet up at the white people’s courthouse in Montgomery to fight for our rights. Once we got there, we stood there and stood on our knees. When old man Banks couldn’t bend, one of the majors beat him down and Dr. King just stood there doing nothing. I was afraid that this would happen and his family were trying to keep down their genes but Banks’ eldest son shouted back at the major where Mrs. Banks had the decision to hit the white man. That's where we got …show more content…
have joined us on our march and from that point on, we have actually been happy to be doing the march. The first march that we did going to on Edmundo Bridge was really painful and devastating to all of us blacks. That’s where Mrs. Banks got almost really beaten up by the white majors and police army. We all got injured that day and none of us couldn’t stand the fact that those white police army people would poison us. Once the gunshots fired up all of us ran back to our hometown. As we were fleeting away, the strongest people got hurt pretty badly once we got
It’s March 27, 1965, and as I walk through the muddy fields of Hayneville, Alabama, I stop to look at the sky and wonder what we blacks have been through. The day before we left for the march with Dr. King (Martin Luther King Jr.), I have done a lot of preparations and packed a very small amount of items needed before I left for the march. (I have packed a blanket and purse filled with my special needs) Ma and Pa were worried about my health but I told I’d be just fine. As I walk more into the muddy fields, my legs get very heavy and tired making me want to stop and rest.
Many of us have been walking for quite awhile, and so we plan to be walking to Montgomery for about 5 days. The other day when we started to march downtown near the white stores, I felt many people staring at me, specifically whites, but I still kept my head up high. Dr. King plans for all of us to meet up at the white people’s courthouse in Montgomery to fight for our rights. Once we got there, we stood there and stood on our knees. When old man Banks couldn’t bend, one of the majors beat him down and Dr. King just stood there doing nothing. I was afraid that this would happen and his family were trying to keep down their genes but Banks’ eldest son shouted back at the major where Mrs. Banks had the decision to hit the white man. That's where we got …show more content…
have joined us on our march and from that point on, we have actually been happy to be doing the march. The first march that we did going to on Edmundo Bridge was really painful and devastating to all of us blacks. That’s where Mrs. Banks got almost really beaten up by the white majors and police army. We all got injured that day and none of us couldn’t stand the fact that those white police army people would poison us. Once the gunshots fired up all of us ran back to our hometown. As we were fleeting away, the strongest people got hurt pretty badly once we got