I remember that day in Selma, Alabama. I was 12 years old. I watched my parents get beaten with night sticks, and strawn out on the ground, laying there being trampled. Equal rights was all we wanted, all we have ever wanted, so we all took a stand. I remember the fear that was in me, fear of my parents being dead, fear of me being the next victim of the night stick. All we wanted to do was march across the bridge and into Montgomery, Alabama, wasn’t A big deal right? To us we didn’t think it was a big deal we just wanted equal rights, but to the cops and all of the sheriffs they believed it was the end of the world. They would beat you down to the ground for trying to step across and onto the bridge, in fact they had it barricaded and stayed