#selmaalabama

[cartermagazine]

“You have to take the long hard look and just believe that if you’re consistent, you will succeed.” - John Lewis CARTER™️ Magazine carter-mag.com #johnlewis #wherehistoryandhiphopmeet #historyandhiphop365 #carter #cartermagazine #staywoke #blackhistorymonth #blackhistory #history #selmaalabama #selma #civilrights #civilrightsmovement #rip #sip https://www.instagram.com/p/CgJy9nMO-Y3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[whenweallvote]

On March 7, 1965 — now known as Bloody Sunday — John Lewis and Hosea Williams led over 500 marchers through the streets of Selma, Alabama, demanding Black Americans' right to vote. They planned to walk the 54 miles to Montgomery, to bring awareness to the fight for voting rights.

When the group crossed the Edmund Pettus Bridge, about 150 state troopers, sheriff's deputies and onlookers stood in their path. The troopers gave a two-minute warning for the protesters to disperse before advancing with tear gas and clubs. Dozens were injured and hospitalized, including John Lewis.

Footage of the unprovoked violence by state troopers and bystanders against the peaceful protesters shocked the nation and galvanized the fight against racial injustice. The heightened awareness created by the shocking footage was a major factor in the passage of the landmark Voting Rights Act of 1965.

Today we celebrate the bravery and sacrifice of those who marched on Bloody Sunday, and we recommit to the fight for equal access to the ballot box.

[wcegtalkradio]

It’s time again for Season 8 and return of The People's Choice with host Rev. @joeflint_1 JD Flint and guest Bishop Greg Fann - The Voter Empowerment Collaborative - VEC on Monday, January 30, 2023 at 6:00 pm ET. Topic: The Pilgrimage to Selma, AL The Commemoration of “Bloody Sunday”….. March 5, 2023. Watch livestream: FB YT TWR IN @wcegnetwork @wceg_talk_radio www.wcegtalkradio.com www.wcegradio.com #wcegnetworknextlevel #wceg #wcegnetworktv #wcegnetwork #wcegtalkradio #wcegradio #BloodySunday #selma #selmaalabama #thevoterempowermentcollaborative #vec https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn7oHPVvqbO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[dondotadesigns]

(via Vintage Selma, AL Premium T-Shirt by DonDota)

[robertalanclayton]

RA Clayton

[ahumanexperiencemoment]

“I was a Civil War Reenactor”

Around the time I was 16 years old, I was at the annual Mustang car show they use to put on at the local mall. My dad had a 69 Mustang Mach One that he entered every year and since he was a member of the local mustang club, we (mostly he) were always there working or trying to do something to help out like inspect cars for judging or pick up trash. He had a beautiful car; the color was gulf stream aqua blue and boy could it go fast. I think my dad had several tickets to prove it. In fact, I liked his car and our times together doing those shows so much, that when I was overseas making cha-ching, I bought myself a ‘69 Mustang, so we could continue to share the experience. However, less than a year after I got back from my time in the dirt, he sold his and mine… well, it now sits in the garage. I must confess, I am not a car guy like my dad was. It’s a beautiful garage ornament though.

Anyway, when I was 16, I overheard someone at the car show talking about Civil War reenacting. I loved history growing up and I still do but this was at the time that the internet wasn’t what it is today and getting information at the touch of a button just wasn’t there. You actually had to sort of be in the know to know of anything. I went right over to learn what I could about reenacting. The guy, in turn, got me in touch with another fellow that was closer to my age… well, he was in college but a lot closer to my age than most reenactors. He told me how to get involved and what it took to become a reenactor. He also told me that there was an event in Selma, Alabama coming up.

Now I had an over-protective mother… and to be honest, I am so thankful she was. When I was a kid, I wasn’t allowed to go to people’s houses until she met their parents or do a lot of things. Up until a couple of years before this, she was pretty much a single parent as my parents were divorced and my dad was in the Navy other places. She lessened the iron grip as I got older but actually allowing me to go with folks that she didn’t know to an event in another state? I thought it would never happen. But this guy took the time to stop and meet my mom in person to explain the group he was with and what they did, etc. Lo and behold, my mom consented and let me go.

I officially joined the 2nd Florida Company A, The Pensacola Rifles. For new members, uniforms and accouterments (gear) were borrowed from other members of the group until one was able to get their own gear. I was no different; I borrowed and looked like I wore hand-me- downs. Everything looked slightly too big or small, but I was proud. I loved it. So, for reenacting groups, they usually represent two units, one from the north and one from the south, depending on how many people show up to an event and what side needs help to fill. 2nd Florida’s counterpart was the 75th New York. My memory is a little fuzzy, but I think that is what it was. We were good ol’ southern boys and I could probably count on one hand how many times we wore the blue.

I remember the first event like it was yesterday. We drove all the way up to Selma from Pensacola and when we got there, we walked across the battlefield to where everyone was camped. Civil War reenacting is or at least was, very family-oriented for the most part. There were some groups that took it way too seriously and other groups that didn’t take it seriously enough but the group I ended up with had a great group of people that weren’t too far in either direction. They were there to have fun, fellowship and have a good time. I met the Captain of our group. He was an older gentleman, but I was 16; everyone was older. He was sitting at a makeshift table pouring black powder into paper cartridges to be used later. He also had an Army or Navy Colt six shooter that he was messing with that I was fascinated by.

I then met a family who had their kids with them. The wife was super sweet and friendly and the kids…. Well they were kids and me being an older kid, I didn’t pay them any attention. Families usually brought family-sized tents made out of canvas. The thing about reenacting, it was about trying to be as period as possible so no new tents for us. Jay, the guy that met my mom and let me ride with him had his own “A” frame tent and we shared that. I met another guy there who was in his younger 20s, maybe the same age as Jay, I am not sure, but I think he was in the Navy at some point. He was a nice guy, but he was different. He always had a pleasant, slack smile and he was always talking about creating a Naval Civil War Reenacting group. He never did though, sadly. I found out years later, after I had gone across the world, that he died of a drug overdose or something like that. At any rate, it was unexpected news when I heard about it.

That first night we set our camp up, cooked dinner on the campfire and sang long into the night. It was exciting; it really felt like you stepped back in time surrounded by people in period dress and playing period music. You could almost imagine how it might have really been in the 1860s, though there probably wasn’t as much enjoyment back then.

By the time it was time to go to sleep that night, it was super late. It did not take long to pass out… however, again, before the advent of technology and all its glory, we didn’t have weather apps that told us about storms on the horizon. We woke up a couple hours later from a deep stupor to the sound of heavy rain on the tent and wind billowing the walls of the tent in and out rapidly. It was a strong and surprise thunderstorm that came from nowhere. The kind of lightning that when it struck, it blinded everything. We grabbed onto the wooden poles that held the tent up to add stability to the shaking tent. The tent shook so hard that the front pole actually snapped in two! Then before long, while dealing with that, a small stream started to pool around our feet coming from one side of the tent and flow out the other side. It wasn’t long before we were ankle deep and trying to keep things from floating out the front of the tent. It was complete pandemonium.

We knew we had to get out of there. We quickly secured what we could and ran for the vehicle, which required running about a quarter of a mile to the parking area in the dark with lightning flashing. There are times in life where you question your choices and wonder, “How the heck did I end up here?” This was one of those times. After running and being blinded every few minutes, praying to God that we wouldn’t be struck as we ran, we made it to the safety of the vehicle. We were wet, miserable and tired. We were also hungry after all that, so we drove over to the local Denny’s to eat. We must have looked like a sight. Here we were wearing 1860 attire, wet, miserable-looking, slowly moseying to our table to eat at 2 or 3 in the morning. It’s funny now…. Well, it was funny then too. The absurdity of it, along with the relief of not getting hurt.

The next day, we found out that they suspected that there might have been a small tornado that tore through the camp. Apparently, it had hit sutler row ( the Civil War related tent shops that were all congregated together) and while it destroyed some tents, nobody was hurt.

The next morning, after sleeping in the car the remainder of the night, we returned to camp and quickly moved our tent to higher ground. Thankfully, Jay had another upright tent pole that took the place of the broken one and we were back on track.

So, every Civil War Reenactment that I have ever been a part of usually consisted of two battles, one on Saturday and one on Sunday with a military ball usually Saturday nights. In the time leading up to the first battle, we conducted close order drill and rifle maneuvers. It was so cool. Not really, but to a 16 year old boy, it was. The uniforms were made of wool and let me tell you something, I gained such a new, profound understanding and appreciation for those that fought in the Civil War. That uniform was itchy, scratchy and if you had a sunburn on your neck… well it just made it worse. But surprisingly, once you sweat into the uniform, it would actually cool you off when the wind blew.

On Saturday afternoon, the time of the battle finally came, and I fell in next to Jay. In reenacting, they say that your first battle is when you see the elephant! I wasn’t sure what that meant but, sure, ok. Also, for new folks, they would take black powder and rub it on newbie faces so everyone knew that you were a neophyte. I wasn’t sure if this was the case. They may have been using my inexperience against me for a good laugh, but I did begin to see others with black powder on their face, so maybe they weren’t.

The cannons started to roar, and musket gun fire started popping off in the distance. It had begun. We marched up an embankment and crested a hill and over to the left, they had a specially built farmhouse on the battlefield between us and confederates that they lit afire. They even had special charges set in the ground where dirt would explode to simulate a cannonball landing. I wasn’t expecting all this. I was just mesmerized by everything. Boom! Shot! Fire Crackle! Dirt Flying! Oh, I have to keep moving with everyone! And I did.

We advanced and retreated several times and then finally, we set up for the final charge. When they yelled “Charge!” we were just to start running and charge the confederates who were behind field fortifications. In Civil War Reenacting, there is no set time to “die.” When you have had enough, you just fall down spectacularly and lay there until the battle is over. Now, there are times when a cannon goes off nearby and you feel silly if you stay up, when you know it would have gotten you had it been real, so you fall then too.

So, here I was in my first battle surrounded by people I didn’t really know and on the front end of the charge. I remember thinking, “Ok. I will just stay by my buddy Jay…oh there he goes…. Where did he go! I am by myself! Oh no!” I am running across the field and me being younger, I could run a little faster. I quickly found myself by myself and not too far from the entrenched. I got so close I could see their eyes… yup, and then the thought hit me. Dude, It’s time. And I died spectacularly. I don’t know if it was spectacular, I just kind of rolled forward and laid still.

Shortly after that, the battle came to an end and it was time to get ready for the military ball. And if you thought the reenactment battlefield was an experience for a young man, the military ball was equally as important an experience, but completely opposite. Men and women would dress up with all the pomp they could with 1860 uniforms and clothing. True southern belles showed up in their hoop dresses, including young women around my age. The whole thing was amazing. People in period dress at a restored plantation house, listening to period music, dancing the Virginia reel. I loved learning to dance and I danced with anyone and everyone I could. I even met a couple of cute girls and had good conversation. Sadly, I never saw them again after that night at other events I attended. That’s another thing about reenacting, it becomes sort of a small town of friends, where they meet at different events and enjoy each other’s time and in time, start to reminisce about earlier experiences.

In retrospect, I am so grateful that I was able to participate in these events. They just instilled the love of history and learning even more in my life. I met interesting people and listened to interesting stories. A couple of years later, I joined the military and never did another event, but I have such great memories.

[artisricconjurations]

Finally got this bad boy framed and ready to head out into the world to be seen #selma #selmaalabama #sundaybloodysunday #marchforpeace #artbyreednovotny #artisticconjurations https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd_JDLdumPE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ronnietisdale]

Selma Soul - Team Jucão Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu

https://BJJSelma.com

[laguanrodgers]

I wanted to put this out there for everyone to absorb. This is a PSA about the power of belief in your craft and persistence when you know something is worth championing. All I can say is something may not come on the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth or even seventh try, but when the victory comes it’s mad sweet. I never take for granted good things materializing, especially when you have to fight, claw and scratch for an idea to reach its potential. Shout out to @alanadetolarts___photography for your lens and gift. Once your images marry my words, look out world. Coming soon… #waterunderthebridge #goodtrouble #createtorelate #neversaydie #buffalony #selmaalabama #johnlewis https://www.instagram.com/p/CSTFgrKrfR-/?utm_medium=tumblr

[cartermagazine]

“You have to take the long hard look and just believe that if you’re consistent, you will succeed.” - John Lewis

CARTER™️ Magazine carter-mag.com #johnlewis #wherehistoryandhiphopmeet #historyandhiphop365 #carter #cartermagazine #staywoke #blackhistorymonth #blackhistory #history #selmaalabama #selma #civilrights #civilrightsmovement #rip #sip

[whenweallvote]

It's been 57 years since John Lewis and so many others were attacked for demanding voting rights at the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma, Alabama. Half a century later, 𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

Call your Senators. Tell them you remember Bloody Sunday; tell them you demand federal voting rights legislation NOW. Visit weall.vote/votingrightsnow to make a quick critical call to your Senator(s) on the anniversary of Bloody Sunday.

[karevheritagehiphop]

We always tag happy birthday to people we know and people that we do not know. Heritage hip hop is always about giving homage and people their flowers. In today's society we've been told lies about history and we've been told and taught about the negativity of History. @heritagehiphop would like to honor Dr Martin Luther King Jr on his birthday as being a person who gave his life for freedom of all and even standing up with those who turn their backs against him. May the memory of this man always live as we remember people who sacrificed for the greater good. #drmartinlutherkingjr #happybirthday #letfreedomring #themountaintop #marchonwashington #selmaalabama #ihaveadream #mlk https://www.instagram.com/p/CKEw2XblWlP/?igshid=i7lblagd4d1v

[missingpersonscasesnetwork]

#Shawndariustyus is #Missing in #SelmaAlabama he is #EndangeredMissing according to #MissingPersonsCasesNetwork #Mpcn (at Selma, Alabama) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJg1OzJp1M0/?igshid=1d84fe640xis3

[imchaunceomarluckett]

My Monday matinee movie choice is #TheInvisibleMan starring: #elisabethmoss @elisabethmossofficial (luv her) now all @walmart needs is new music cd's on their empty shelves. #selmaalabama #mondaymovies #walmart #laborday (at Perry County, Alabama) https://www.instagram.com/p/CE2t2NoH54m/?igshid=b6f9ezzglays

[artisricconjurations]

WIP. March 7, 1965, John Lewis at 25years old led 600 marchers across Edmund Pettis bridge in Selma Alabama and was attacked by state troopers. #injustice #march #marchforlife #marchforrights #discrimination #selma #selmaalabama #police #policebrutality #neverforget #artisticconjurations #artbyreed #edmunds #edmundpettusbridge #rightsforall #justice #johnlewis #protest https://www.instagram.com/p/CRO247eoOSB/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ronnietisdale]

https://youtu.be/wwVMzYNaeG4

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