
Alabama police attack Selma marchers
Sheyann Webb still has nightmares about the masked horsemen who thundered across the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma, Alabama on the afternoon of March 7th 1965. ‘I was terrified,’ she later told Frank Sikora. ‘I saw the horsemen coming toward me and they had those awful masks on…Some of them had clubs, others had ropes or whips, which they swung about them like they were driving cattle… People were running and falling and ducking… I never got hit, but one of the horses went right by me and I heard the swish sound as the whip went over my head and cracked some man across the back. It seemed to take forever to get across the bridge.’
Sheyann Webb, in 1965 only eight years old, had been part of a peaceful, six-hundred strong protest march when the horsemen attacked. The mayhem and violence that followed, broadcast across the United States and around the world, marked a turning point in the civil rights struggle of African-Americans.
Background
The events of ‘Bloody Sunday’, as this day has come to be known, had their roots in the racism and segregation practices of the American South. It is easy to forget just how entrenched racism was in the former Confederate states. Although slavery had been abolished in 1865 by the ratification of the Thirteenth Amendment to the US Constitution, the Southern states had quickly introduced new laws – the Jim Crow laws – that had legalised discrimination and segregation. Between 1870 and 1884, for example, eleven Southern states enacted legislation that prohibited interracial marriages, and soon afterwards laws appeared formalising segregation practices in the areas of schooling, transport, public accommodation and recreation.
The racism of the American South was also manifest in a general atmosphere of violence and intimidation. The lynching of African-Americans was common right up until the Second World War, often occurring with the tacit approval of local authorities. In Waco, Texas, for example, Jesse Washington, an illiterate 17-year-old, who had been convicted of raping and killing a white woman, was mutilated and burned alive in 1916 by a cheering mob that reportedly included the mayor and chief of police. Moreover, Blacks could be lynched without being suspected of any crime at all. Merely offending ‘racial etiquette’ – maybe flirting with a white woman, or talking out of turn – could be enough to incur the wrath of a lynch mob. Perhaps most notoriously, Emmett Till, a fourteen-year-old black boy from Chicago, was tortured and killed near Money, Mississippi in 1955 by two local men, J. W. Milam and Roy Bryant. His ‘crime’ had been to make mildly sexual advances towards the latter’s wife, an offence against local custom, which, in the eyes of his killers – and presumably also the all-white jury that acquitted them (despite their later confessions) – merited the severest retribution.
Segregation, violence and intimidation, then, were part of everyday life for African-Americans living in the American South in the first half of the twentieth century. The civil rights movement, which exploded onto the scene in the 1950s, sought to bring this to an end. Between the years of 1954 and 1965, employing a variety of tactics including demonstrations and marches, sit-ins, and freedom rides, the movement achieved a number of notable victories in stripping away the legal basis of segregation and discrimination. The Civil Rights Act of 1964, for example, prohibited racial discrimination in all places of public accommodation, including theatres, cinemas and concert halls. However, at the start of 1965, there was still one area where very little progress had been made; namely, voter registration.
In a democratic country, the ability to take part in elections is a prerequisite of political power and representation. Therefore, to the extent that Southern blacks were excluded from the political process, their drive for equal rights was necessarily compromised. It is easy to understand then why it was a concern to civil rights activists that in states such as Mississippi and Alabama voter registration amongst African-Americans ran at less than 15% of eligible voters. It was this issue that saw Selma, Alabama move to centre stage of the civil rights story.
Selma
In early 1963, there were 15,000 African-Americans of voting age in Selma, yet only 156 of them had registered to vote. There were two main reasons for this. First, many black people did not consider voting to be something that properly concerned them. In his great civil rights history Eyes on the Prize, Juan Williams reports that one elderly woman greeted a voter registration drive in Selma by claiming that she didn’t have ‘enough mind’ to vote. Second, and more significantly, Selma’s blacks experienced violence, intimidation and obstruction if they attempted to get themselves onto the ballot. There was nothing unusual about Selma in this regard. African-Americans in the South had faced danger and difficulty in registering to vote for nearly as long as slavery had been abolished. Many Southern states employed literacy tests that were almost impossible to pass to ensure that even those potential black voters prepared to run the gauntlet of white violence did not end up on the voters register.
However, there was something about Selma in the early 1960s that made it particularly attractive to civil rights activists. Its sheriff, Jim Clark, an unreconstructed bigot and segregationist, could be relied upon to react violently and intemperately to any attempt to organise a voter registration drive. Therefore, Selma offered the possibility of national publicity for the campaign to end discrimination in voting rights. This fitted nicely with the strategy of civil rights organisations such as the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) and the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC), which relied on forcing politicians to legislate by provoking confrontations with local authority that demonstrated the iniquity of systematic racial discrimination.
The SNCC, in particular, had early success in Selma with this strategy. In October 1963, it organised a ‘Freedom Day’, which saw some 250 blacks queuing outside the courthouse in order to register to vote. They were there for only three hours before they were attacked by Sheriff Clark’s deputies after two SNCC workers had tried to hand out sandwiches to the assembled crowd. However, although news of this and other incidents reached Washington, there was little progress during 1964 on legislation that would guarantee the right of blacks to vote. Consequently, in January 1965, Martin Luther King and the SCLC decided to make Selma the focus of a concerted campaign for equal voting rights. “We will seek to arouse the federal government by marching by the thousands to the places of registration,’ King declared from the pulpit of Selma’s Brown Chapel. ‘When we get the right to vote, we will send to the statehouse not men who will stand in the doorways of universities to keep Negroes out, but men who will uphold the cause of Justice. Give us the ballot.’
Their campaign enjoyed almost immediate success. On January 19th, King led some 250 marchers to Selma’s courthouse, with the intention of provoking a confrontation with Sheriff Clark. It worked perfectly. Clark lost his temper after the demonstrators had refused to be corralled in an alley. Amelia Boynton later described what happened:
Clark had a big club in his hand, and he yelled to me, ‘Where are you going?…’ Before I could gather my wits, he had left the steps and jumped behind me, grabbed me by my coat, propelled me around and started shoving me down the street. I was stunned….I said, ‘I hope the newspapers see you acting this role.’ He said: ‘Dammit, I hope they do.’
Sheyann Webb, who two months later was to be scared witless by the masked horseman on Edmund Pettus Bridge, relates what happened next.
We had been there for twenty or thirty minutes, standing, talking, singing a few songs, when I heard this disturbance toward the front. Then folks began shouting and crying out; I saw the sheriff with a hand behind the neck of Mrs. Amelia Boynton, running with her and hollering.
By arresting Boynton in full view of the media, Clark had played straight into the protestors’ hands. The incident made it into the national newspapers, with both the New York Times and the Washington Post running illustrated stories about it. Over the next six weeks the civil rights movement kept up the pressure in Selma with more marches, which led to more arrests, and more publicity. Perhaps the most surreal incident occurred on February 3rd when some 300 high school students marched on the Selma courthouse, where they were arrested en masse.
Not surprisingly, the federal authorities were by this time becoming interested in Selma. In early February, President Johnson gave public support to the demand for equal voting rights, insisting that every American ‘should be concerned with the efforts of our fellow Americans to register to vote in Alabama’. For moderate whites, there were extrinsic, as well as intrinsic, reasons for heeding Johnson’s call. The events in Selma were disastrous for America’s reputation abroad and damaging to the political and economic prospects of the South. For African-Americans and civil rights activists, of course, it was a much more personal battle.
‘There’s no aspect of my life that wasn’t affected,’ says Jean Wiley about her involvement in the Southern Freedom Struggle. ‘It wasn’t an episode, it was a way of life and a way of viewing life and living life. Living my beliefs. It affects everything.’
It was a struggle for which many people gave their lives, including Jimmie Lee Jackson, whose killing late in February brought matters to a head in Selma, and led to the protest march on March 7th. Jackson had been part of a demonstration in nearby Marion that was attacked by state troopers. His mother and grandfather had been assaulted, and he had gone to help them, when he was shot in the stomach by a state trooper. On February 26th, at the Good Samaritan Hospital in Selma, he died of his injuries. At his funeral, the Reverend Jim Bevel suggested that ‘it would be fitting to take Jimmie Lee’s body and march it all the way to the state capitol in Montgomery’. Marion civil rights leader Albert Turner agreed:
[W]e wanted to carry Jimmie’s body to George Wallace and dump it on the steps of the Capitol. We had decided that we were going to get killed or we was going to be free.
Bloody Sunday
On the morning of March 7th 1965, Sheyann Webb, Martin Luther King’s ‘Smallest Freedom Fighter’, was woken by the sound of car horns and shouting. Albert Turner had arrived with 300 people from Perry County, Alabama in readiness for the march to Montgomery. Sheyann was determined to join the protest, despite her young age and her mother’s reservations:
She had sat up with me the night before, telling me that if I didn’t feel well I didn’t have to march. In fact, she was hoping I wouldn’t. But…I knew I belonged there with the people. It was important that I try to go with them to Montgomery in hopes of seeing Governor Wallace and telling him we wanted the right to vote, the right to be free.
Sheyann got her wish. Just before 2.00pm that afternoon she set out with 600 fellow marchers, led by SCLC’s Hosea Williams and SNCC chairman John Lewis, towards Broad Street and the Edmund Pettus Bridge. At first they were surprised that Sheriff Clark’s men were nowhere to be seen. However, as they reached the centre of the bridge, they saw a line of Alabama state troopers, helmeted and carrying clubs, waiting for them on the other side. ‘They were wearing blue helmets, blue jackets, and they carried clubs in their hands; they had those gas-mask pouches slung across their shoulders,’ Sheyann later recalled.
As soon as they had reached the troopers, the marchers were ordered to disperse and to return to Brown Chapel. They refused to comply, and there followed a short standoff, which ended when Major John Cloud gave the order for his men to break-up the march. The troopers moved into the protestors, clubbing John Lewis to the ground, and then setting about the mass of the crowd.
‘I heard all this screaming and the people were turning and I saw this first part of the line running and stumbling back toward us,’ remembers Sheyann Webb. ‘They came running and some of them were crying out and somebody yelled, “Oh, God, they’re killing us!” I think I just froze then.’ The troopers fired tear gas, and then the masked horsemen of Sheyann’s nightmares charged.
‘The horses…were more humane than the troopers; they stepped over fallen victims,’ Amelia Boynton later recalled. ‘As I stepped aside from a troopers club, I felt a blow on my arm…Another blow by a trooper, as I was gasping for breath, knocked me to the ground and there I lay, unconscious…’.
The marchers had no chance; bruised and bleeding, they retreated under the police assault back into Selma. Many of the activists who were not hospitalised or otherwise incapacitated headed for Brown Chapel.
Rachel West, Sheyann’s young friend, relates what she witnessed there in the aftermath of the attack:
[T]he faces of the people. They were like masks. Some of them were still crying, but they all just sat there staring to the front. I had never seen such looks before…And everything was so quiet. The only sound was the sobbing. We had really been hurt…There had never been a time like this. Nobody was praying, nobody was singing.
But then almost miraculously, the atmosphere changed. Sheyann Webb takes up the story:
[A]ll of a sudden somebody there started humming. I think they were moaning and it just went into the humming of a freedom song…At first I didn’t even know what it was, what song, I mean. It was like a funeral sound, a dirge. Then I recognized it – Ain’t Gonna Let Nobody Turn Me ‘Round…it just started to catch on, and the people began to pick it up. It started to swell, the humming. We was singing and telling the world that we hadn’t been whipped, that we had won.
Just all of a sudden something happened that night and we knew in that church that – Lord Almighty – we had really won, after all. We had won!
Aftermath
And they had. The events of that afternoon, caught on television for the whole world to see, outraged public opinion. The clamour for equal voting rights became irresistible. Just a week later President Johnson announced that he would be sending a comprehensive Voting Rights Bill to Congress for approval. And on March 21st, under the protection of federal forces, Martin Luther King led a triumphant march of 4000 people out of Selma, and on the road towards Montgomery. It took them four days to reach the State Capitol, by which time the march had swelled in size until it numbered 25,000 people. In Montgomery, King gave one of the great speeches of his life, promising the assembled throng that black people were on the road to freedom.
Footnote
1. Many of the direct quotes in this article are from Selma, Lord, Selma: Girlhood Memories of the Civil-Rights Days by Frank Sikora, Sheyann Web & Rachel West Nelson.
©2009, Jeremy Stangroom.