A Personal Narrative of the Selma March

My name is [NAVN A]. I am sixteen years old and I wanted to be a lawyer, but I can’t. Only white people from white schools could get a good education. So I decided to be an activist like my social inheritance. I fight for civil rights with other African-Americans. Sadly, I live in a world with discrimination and white power. We have walked over fifty miles with Martin Luther King from Selma Alabama to Montgomery Alabama. While we were tired and tried to keep our head up, we sang loud and clear “Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on, hold on. I've never been to heaven, but I think I'm right, you won’t find George Wallace anywhere in sight. The sound of brotherhood and the observation of strong people was like the taste of water. I saw families together with barely no clothes on themselves, but they wanted to demonstrate. Old people with bad backs and with their sticks were together with kids to demonstrate with other brothers and sisters. People who demonstrate with only one arm and others with only one leg. As I looked to my father beside Martin Luther King, I noticed that my father was angry and I could feel the pain. Martin Luther King was cold as ice. Martin Luther King was shining like the sun. With his black little mustache and his black hair, he was standing like a buffalo who is ready for everything. People like him are what we need. A man who believes that he can do everything, if he just tries. Martin Luther King was a role model like Malcom X. I could see on Martin Luther King that this is not just a normal demonstration, but a lifestyle he lives in. We were over five hundred African-American people who arrived in Montgomery Alabama peacefully and with no weapons. Suddenly we saw over hundreds of police officers in front of us. Hundreds of police officers who looked stubborn and ready to attack somebody. The police officers stood on a line and told us to stop and get back. But they know and we know that we will not return back in this long journey from Selma Alabama to Montgomery Alabama for nothing. We stood here to accomplish something and that is freedom and equality. The police officers stood together and took their police weapons up and started to run after us. Everybody was scared and attacked by the police officers. I hear old people shouting and I saw even a woman’s kid getting a kick from a police officer to the stomach. The mother tried to help her child, but as soon she tried to help her black little daughter she got shot. As soon I was screaming and turned around I only saw black colors. A couple of minutes later I was lying on the grass with blood on my head, after getting punched in the face by a police officer. I Saw people getting beaten up while they were tired. I could see fire and people throwing stones. I could see the peaceful demonstration developed to a revolution. As soon I looked up at the sky I was thinking many things. When will my brothers and sisters be equal like the white people? When can I be together with my friend Shabazz and Jeremiah without hearing hear the n word from a white man? I Can’t believe that from over hundred years ago till now we are not free. Like Martin Luther King said in his speech “But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. I can still remember the speech “I have a dream” By Martin Luther King Jr, two years ago in Washington DC. How can I live the American dream, when there is no justice? My grandfather told me that in the declaration of independence of the thirteen states in USA in 1776, confirmed that everybody can say what they want and can live free. So why do the white people still hunt us like animals? It’s so confusing that all white people from every state are free men, but not one single black man is free.