Bloody Sunday
Today marks the 61st anniversary of Bloody Sunday, March 7, 1965. The Selma to Montgomery, Alabama, march for voting rights was halted by Alabama state troopers and sheriffs who tear-gassed and beat the marchers. A trooper beat Future Georgia Congressman John Lewis in the head with a nightstick.
Given the brutality of the attacks, he was lucky to end up with a concussion. As serious as that was, it could have been far worse.
The national press reported what was happening in Selma to the rest of the country. The outrage it generated across the country was a pivotal moment in the struggle for civil rights. The Voting Rights Act of 1965 was passed later that year. It created federal protection for voters and outlawed the supposed literacy tests that kept Black people from voting if they couldn’t answer ridiculous questions meant to exclude them from participation in elections—things like how many bubbles there were on a bar of soap or how many jelly beans there were in a jar.
Brutality no longer outrages some Americans. They watch immigrants rounded up, zip-tied, frog marched into El Salvadoran prisons, and assaulted by federal agents in the process of detaining them. They read about people herded into facilities where there are bugs in the food and they sleep on concrete floors. They watch footage of American citizens being shot on the streets of Minneapolis and learn that an agency covered up the shooting death of a Texas man for a year. And they are unmoved.
How we became that country, or at least how MAGA became that country, is hard to comprehend. People readily swapped out their religious beliefs to worship at the altar of a man who doesn’t believe in kindness or decency. MAGA Republican politicians, which is to say virtually everyone in the Senate and the House, fear Trump more than they care about truth and justice.
Earlier this week, we attacked a girls’ school. The Wall Street Journal reported that, “U.S. military investigators think American forces likely were responsible for a strike that killed dozens of children at a girls elementary school in Iran, a U.S. official said. The investigation hasn’t reached a final conclusion.” The New York Times reported that the strike on the school in Minab “appears to have been part of an attack on an adjacent naval base in southern Iran, where officials said U.S. forces were operating.”
Today, Trump was asked about the attack and who was responsible. He answered with a lie. He said Iran was responsible. Even Pete Hegseth couldn’t back that up. Standing next to the president, he said the attack was still “under investigation.”
Where is the outrage? On the anniversary of Selma, a moment that reminds us that Americans are capable of coming together and doing great things, MAGA remains enthusiastic about where Trump is taking the country while many Americans seem to have become numb from the constant barrage of truly horrible things this administration does and is perfectly fine with.
Trump always has an excuse. Then, he relies that something new will come along to knock the most recent outrage off of the radar screen: The Epstein files, Minneapolis, the attack on Venezuela, war in Iran. And it goes on and on. When it comes to the Iranian girls who were killed in their school, the one safe place that should have existed for them, the Trump administration will hide behind “we’re investigating” and hope everyone will forget and move on. Like always, Donald Trump counts on “luck” to help him avoid consequences.
We need the kind of national courage that took us from Selma to the Voting Rights Act in the space of five months. It’s difficult in a sense because there are so many different outrages that it’s hard for people who love democracy to pick one to coalesce around. They all deserve our attention.
But we can all condemn an attack on a school—and a president who lies about his responsibility for it. In fact, we have to, if we don’t want to become a country that kills people at will. What happened in Iran should terrify Americans because of what it means if we don’t face it. And that is especially true as the administration warehouses immigrants in this country and we hear stories of people dying in those places from lack of medical care and even homicide. There is great danger in moments like this, and that is precisely why we need to make sure we don’t let this go.
I wrote to my senator and asked for her views. Predictably, I have not had a response yet, but I hope everyone will contact their Republican senators and let them know that they’re watching. What if we all joined forces on this one issue and they got bombarded by millions of their constituents demanding accountability for this. It’s not difficult to do. Let’s try it.
How do we get started? I wrote to my Senators this morning.
I’m sure I’ll get a response in a week or so, thanking me for sharing my views and saying nothing of substance, committing to do nothing of substance. But we know their offices keep track of communications on a topic. That’s how we ended up with the Epstein Files Transparency Act, because people like you and me wrote and called and demanded justice. We need to mount a sustained campaign here too, this time to find out what the truth is and to publicly acknowledge it, because we cannot become a country that kills school kids and lies about it.
So write and call your senators and representatives. But don’t stop there. Join up with others locally and online and inspire a movement, demand the truth, be a country that holds itself to a higher standard. It would be easy to brush this aside as something that happened to people far away, as a mistake during a war—which may well be the truth of the matter. But mistakes should have consequences when innocent people are killed, and consequences start with acknowledging the truth. Donald Trump has gotten away without doing that too many times, and this is where it leads. It has to stop. We have to stop it.
At times like these it can be easy to feel powerless. But we aren’t. We know that when we act, our elected officials have to respond. Just like Americans did in 1965, it’s our moment to come together in community and demand that our government do the right thing. Today, of all days, we should draw courage from our history and live up to the example that was set in Selma 61 years ago.
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We’re in this together,
Joyce







Sixty-one years later — where’s the reporting of outrage (over the daily aberrations)? Where’s the press?
Joyce, I was 14 years old when that incident occurred. Born and raised in NC, our small rural town awaited for the riots to occur. They didn’t happen but tensions were high because our schools did not integrate until 1964 when LBJ declared that segregation must cease. After that occurred, in 1969, I high-tailed it out of town opting for Washington, DC where my eyes were full of exploration and excitement. The Vietnam War was going on and as a college student, I participated in moratoriums marching from the Washington Monument to Pennsylvania Avenue. Nixon was in power and he was a handful. Fast forward to now and I can say that I have never stopped participating in anything that wasn’t fair or equitable. I joined Indivisible when they established themselves in 2016 and have remained with the group. I do not hold any positions with ReSisters, however, I am usually at mostly all of our Saturday protests for 2 hours. The camaraderie is what I look forward to with people of all ages. We are on a mission and we’ve vowed not to give up until we get rid of this regime. We knew it was going to be bad but we didn’t know just how bad it would get. Daughter of Holocaust victims here and I will NEVER give up or give in!