My Hometown – Selma | Thoughts from the Journey

My Hometown – Selma | Thoughts from the Journey: Momma and daddy didn’t talk much about what happened in Selma, except when the news reported something about that black man from Atlanta. Their words were never positive. They certainly did not welcome the world to their sleepy town. For them, everything just seemed fine the way it was. Momma would say, “Don’t get me wrong, I believed in equal rights, but I just didn’t like what was going on.” Momma would remind me how she always welcomed Florence at her kitchen table and bought her children dresses for Easter. My parents wanted the turbulence to go away. They chose to go inside their house and batten down the hatches.