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we wait and file three abreast, George and John are moved away from me, it is orderly but since darkness is now here, people are restless and begin to break ranks some, one policeman says run and some foolishly do - but the SNCC guards quickly get them back in line for in order we are safer - I face in with a charming most elegant negro woman in the middle and a handsome negro man on her left - we start back - we begin to talk in low whispers - how is it with you - Selma is my home and yet they say it isn't - it is their court house, their State, their laws, their roads - their streets their town - their lives-
Gangs of whites are beginning to collect - the sense of
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danger becomes stronger as we go from shadow to shadow - the street lights have been turned off just to egg on the hoodlums and to frighten us - our pace quickens - as I take the lady's arm at each corner I am heckled - the raised clubs stay in position. the cars in place their doors open their indoor lights on, the troopers have [[underlined]] all [[/underlined]] their weapons displayed.
As we continue and once again our feet cross the spot of Rev. Reebs murder we each pray a little, we each are aware of the fate that we could have if someone loses their head and breaks rank or responds to the police -
All of us have less fear when we approach the negro district - when we