Turning 15 on the Road to Freedom: My Story of the Selma Voting Rights March
Lynda Blackmon Lowery
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A memoir of the Civil Rights Movement from one of its youngest heroes
As the youngest marcher in the 1965 voting rights march from Selma to Montgomery, Albama, Lynda Blackmon Lowery proved that young adults can be heroes. Jailed nine times before her fifteenth birthday, Lowery fought alongside Martin Luther King, Jr. for the rights of African-Americans. In this memoir, she shows today's young readers what it means to fight nonviolently (even when the police are using violence, as in the Bloody Sunday protest) and how it felt to be part of changing American history.
Straightforward and inspiring, this beautifully illustrated memoir brings readers into the middle of the Civil Rights Movement, complementing Common Core classroom learning and bringing history alive for young readers.
write your name on a piece of paper and get out of here. If I see any one of you up here again, I’m gonna send you to juvenile detention.” So I wrote a name from TV, like Howdy Doody. Others wrote names like Minnie Mouse, the Lone Ranger, or Tonto. I doubt if anybody wrote her real name. All the judge wanted was to get us out of his courtroom. By the time I got out of jail that day, Jimmie Lee Jackson had died. I went straight to the funeral with my daddy. There were so many people there, we
along the sidelines on Bloody Sunday, waving their Confederate flags and calling out those ugly words, were not there either. Instead I saw army jeeps and men in green uniforms lining the highway. The press was there too, all around us. They were taking pictures and trying to ask us questions even though we were marching. As we marched I felt relieved that I wasn’t going to be hit again. I was beginning to realize what Bloody Sunday had done to my psyche. I still can’t quite describe the fear I
sang “We Shall Overcome” to keep going. As I walked that day, I knew each step was getting me closer to George Wallace. I was still afraid, but I wasn’t terrified anymore. I was afraid when people talked about someone bombing the bridges and stuff. But I wasn’t terrified for myself. Determination had entered into it instead. Determination is a way of overcoming terror. So by the end of the second day I felt fine. I was ready. That evening we made it to our second campsite. People were
hiding their faces with sheets on their heads, yelling racial slurs, blowing their horns, and cursing and shooting their guns. They rode through areas where they knew they could scare people, but they would not ride through the George Washington Carver Homes. I felt safe and secure. • • • We were poor then, but I never knew it. I can’t remember a day in my life when I went hungry, even after my mother died when I was seven years old. My daddy made sure of that. I loved the ground my daddy
decades of friendship and collaboration.—E.L. & S.B. Our incalculable thanks to our stellar editor, Lauri Hornik, a kindred spirit from the beginning; designer Mina Chung for taking our dream and making it more beautiful than we imagined; wonderful artist PJ Loughran for revealing what was never photographed and making us cry; and the entire team at Dial Books for Young Readers for all of their support for our book. We would not be holding this book in our hands without our extraordinary agent,