We left Montgomery and drove the 54 miles to Selma, Alabama. Coming into the outskirts of the town I could see that it was a very poor place. We drove past a rundown school, whole blocks of abandoned houses, empty buildings, boarded up stores. And suddenly, right in front of us, was one of the most profound images of the Civil Rights Era: the Edmund Pettus Bridge.
We parked our van on the other side and then walked back over the bridge on our own.