We May Not Have Chosen

I Thought I Was Going To Die A Few Times. On The Freedom Ride In The Year 1961, When I Was Beaten At The Greyhound Bus Station In Montgomery, I Thought I Was Going To Die. On March 7th, 1965, When I Was Hit In The Head With A Night Stick By A State Trooper At The Foot Of The Edmund Pettus Bridge, I Thought I Was Going To Die. I Thought I Saw Death, But Nothing Can Make Me Question The Philosophy Of Nonviolence.

People Must Understand That People Were Beaten, Arrested, Jailed, And Some People Were Murdered, While Attempting To Register To Vote, Or To Get Others To Register To Vote.

['march'] Is A Path You Must Take If You Want To Move From One Point To Another Point. If You Want To Make It Down This Very Long And Troublesome Road, Follow This Path. Follow This Message. Follow This Map. And You Will Get There Some Day.

The Lessons Of Nonviolence Are Universal. Not Just For America.

When I Was 15 Years Old In The Tenth Grade, I Heard Martin Luther King, Jr. Three Years Later, When I Was 18, I Met Dr. King And We Became Friends. Two Years After That I Became Very Involved In The Civil Rights Movement. I Was In College At The Time. As I Got More And More Involved, I Saw Politics As A Means Of Bringing About Change