Six small planes carried marchers from Saint Louis for the final day of the Selma-Montgomery march. My parents rode on separate planes in case one of them crashed. My mother was pregnant with my older sister at the time. The plane was the scariest part of the experience. The second scariest was hate stares from onlookers, though the marchers were flanked by national guard. During the march my parents got separated. Toward the end of the day they were independently invited by local Black people to the same dinner at a church, where they found each other again. The fried chicken was excellent. - Bruce Lewis

This was 50 years ago today. - Bruce Lewis