I accept this honor for our lost ones,
whose deaths pave our path.
And for the 20 million
Negro men and women
motivated by dignity
and a disdain for hopelessness.
This isn't right.
Corrie.
This ain't right.
What's that?
This necktie. It's not right.
Well, it's not a necktie, dear.
It's an ascot.
Yes, but generally the same principles
should apply, shouldn't they?
It's not right.
It's not right, or you don't like it?
I don't like how this looks.
Looks distinguished and debonair
to me.
You know what I mean.
Like we're living high on the hog.
Dressed like this
while folks back home are...
It's not right.
Wait till the brothers back home
see me like this.
They'll have a good laugh.
Let them laugh.
It's not a crime to be away
for a few days, Martin.
It's nice being away, huh?
Yeah. It really is.
Look here.
I'm gonna be a pastor
somewhere small.
College town.
Lead a little church. Teach a class.
Maybe the occasional
speaking engagement.
And I'll pay all the bills for us,
especially the mortgage
for our very own house.
Perfect.
You look handsome.
Through it all,
Martin Luther King has
spoken of his dream.
One which we
and many other people
around the world share.
To this undeterred hero for justice,
the Nobel Committee of Oslo, Norway,
awards our 1964 Peace Prize.
I accept this honor for our lost ones,
whose deaths pave our path.
I accept this honor for the more than
20 million American Negroes
who are motivated by dignity.
Together we believe that
what the illusion
of supremacy has destroyed,
the truth of equality can nourish.
I promise you.
It ain't nothing to be scared of.
It's quick.
And the pastor is right there next to you.
Yeah, but the biggest thing
is getting your hair wet up.
I got my hair pressed that same morning
and it was wasted
as soon as I hit the water.
I should have worn a swim cap
like Mama said.
See, I asked my mama
could she make my hair like
Coretta Scott King had hers
at the Washington March.
But she said that was too grown.
Oh, I love her hair.
I heard she don't even put rollers in it.
It's just like that.
But I studied it. I know how she do it.
See, she parts in the middle and then...
Annie Lee Cooper!
Get on up now. I ain't got all day.
You work for Mr. Dunn
down at the rest home, ain't that right?
Yes.
Wonder what old Dunn'll say
when I tell him
one of his gals is down here
stirring a fuss.
I ain't stirring no fuss.
I'm just here trying to register to vote.
It's all right this time.
It's right when I say it's right.
Recite the Constitution's preamble.
Know what a preamble is?
"We the people of the United States,
"in order to form a more perfect union,
"establish justice,
"ensure domestic tranquility,
"provide for the common defense,
promote the general welfare..."
How many county judges in Alabama?
Sixty-seven.
Name them.
Aren't we done?
Are we not done with this?
- Will this ever end?
- I don't know, Mr. President.
A comprehensive plan
is already in place.
The act was only passed
six months ago.
So hammer home that
impatience only hurts the overall cause.
We're... We're getting there.
Just... Just keep reiterating the plan.
No, he doesn't want reiteration.
He wants something so he can say,
"Look, I told you I had a dream
"and it's all coming goddamn true,
whether you like it or not!"
That's what he wants.
What he needs to do
is get on board with what we're doing
instead of the other way around.
For once!
Mr. President, Dr. King.
Mr. President.
Dr. King.
Well, I'll tell you.
I'm a tall son-of-a-bitch,
but this close to the new Nobel laureate
and with all those other trinkets
you've been collecting lately,
I feel tits-high to a puppy dog.
Well, thank you, Mr. President.
Mr. White.
- Dr. King.
- All right.
I'll tell you, ending segregation,
proudest moment of my life
when I signed that '64 Act.
Proudest moment of my life, I tell you.
Now civil rights is a priority
- of this administration as you know.
- Thank you.
We're gonna face the challenge,
or this country is
storing up a heap of trouble for itself.
Now, seeing as I can't convince you to
work with my administration
in an official capacity
inside the White House,
I feel damn fortunate
to have someone
as statesmanlike as you
leading the movement.
And I want you to go on leading it.
No one else.
Not one of these
militant Malcolm X types.
So... I wanna help. Tell me how.
Well, Mr. President,
I'm here to speak
specifically about the denial
of a basic American right
for the Negro citizen.
The right to vote.
Well... Technically...
Technically, we already have it.
Yes, Mr. President.
But, we both know in the South
black voters are kept off the rolls
and out of the voting booths
by systematic intimidation
and fear, Mr. President.
Now, you asked how you can help.
We want Federal legislation
granting Negroes the right
to vote unencumbered.
And we want Federal
protocol eliminating
the decades-long dismissal
and illegal denial
of blacks seeking to vote.
And we want
robust enforcement of that protocol.
Well... That's fine.
But... Most of the South
is still not desegregating.
Let's not start another battle
when we haven't even won the first.
And you know what
the next battle should be?
The eradication of poverty.
I'm calling it "The War on Poverty."
It's a matter of political priorities.
Poverty is going to be my focus at home
and I want you to help me with this.
We can make big changes
in these things
for people of all colors.
And I know that matters to you,
doesn't it?
This voting thing
is just gonna have to wait.
It...
It can't wait, Mr. President.
Well, why not?
Because there have been thousands
of racially motivated murders
in the South,
including those four girls.
Well, I know that...
And you know the astounding fact
that not one of these criminals
who murder us when and why they want
has ever been convicted.
Yeah, I know we have a lot
of work to do down there.
Not one conviction
because they are protected
by white officials
chosen by an all-white electorate.
And on the rare occasions
that they face trial,
they are freed by all-white juries.
All-white because
you can't serve on a jury
unless you are registered to vote.
Well, Dr. King, you've certainly given me
something to think about.
But this administration is going to
set this aside for a while.
Just for a while, you understand.
Yes, Mr. President, I... I understand.
Selma it is.
Big speech lined up
for these folks tonight, Doc?
We need to see what's what first,
Big Fellow.
We're just here to test the waters.
Oh, my Lord.
What you got us into, woman?
We've got 128 miles
to come to our senses, gentlemen.
Hush.
This here is the place we need to be.
This right here is the next great battle.
I can only imagine.
Decent-looking place to die though.
Ms. Nash.
Mr. Bevel.
Doc? This here is it. Selma's the place.
A lot of groundwork has already
been laid by the people here.
And they ready.
- Sister Boynton.
- Mr. Orange.
Good afternoon.
Dr. King?
May I introduce myself?
Yeah, of course.
Hey!
It's okay. It's okay. I'm okay.
This way, Dr. King.
That white boy can hit.
This place is perfect.
What's the FBI's current information
on Martin Luther King?
I heard he was assaulted in Selma.
My information can be
summed up in a few words.
King is a political and moral degenerate.
Well, you say that, J. Edgar.
I have to take it seriously.
But if he's a degenerate,
what I do know is,
he's a non-violent degenerate.
And I want him to go on leading
the civil rights movement,
not one of these bloodthirsty militants.
What I need to know right now is
what's he about to do next?
Mr. President,
you know we can
shut men with power down
permanently and unequivocally.
I'm very aware of that, Mr. Director.
Well, if you prefer a different approach,
we can go with the wife.
We know there's tension
in the home already.
We can weaken the dynamic.
Dismantle the family.
Hello.
You ain't got long.
When the hearts of those Pickaninnies
of yours stop beating...
Same thing?
When are you all heading out?
We're heading back to Selma
at 5:00 a.m.
It turned out to be
an ideal staging ground.
There's a full couple of weeks planned.
Quite a bit to be done.
I see.
That highway is nice now.
Get you there in a couple of hours.
Good people in those parts though.
Well...
I'm worried about the ones
who ain't so good.
This local Sheriff Jim Clark
is supposed to be bad business.
Won't go down without a fight, they say.
And since we don't fight...
Well...
As good a place to die as any, I guess.
I wish you wouldn't talk like that.
It just takes the edge off.
You and your friends
can joke about that.
I don't joke about that.
You're right. I'm sorry.
I'll put these things away
in your bag now.
I didn't realize
you were leaving so early.
Hello?
Halie?
Martin.
I need to hear the Lord's voice.
Surely, Martin. Surely.
Precious Lord
Take my hand
Lead me home
Let me stand
I am tired
I am weak
I am worn
Through the storm
Through the night
Lord, lead me on
To the light
- Hey!
- Hey!
- Sully.
- Look at you.
- Morning, Doctor.
- Good morning, Doctor.
- Drive all right?
- Good and long.
Good news is Richie Jean is in there.
Oh, she's ready for you.
Negro, that's all you had to say.
Uncle Marty!
There she is! There's our girl!
Hey, Richie Jean!
- Looking like her mom.
- You go play.
- Hey!
- Hey, Ralphy.
- How you doing?
- Hey!
Good to see you, sweetheart.
Hey, come over here.
Oh, Lord, it's good to see this!
Okay, now, I've got the grits
on the stove.
How many we expecting today?
Well, now, Sister Jackson.
You know about our group,
the SCLC, right?
The Southern Christian
Leadership Conference?
A few of our top SCLC leaders
are with us this time
since we're going to be here
a little longer than expected.
Now, this here's Reverend C.T. Vivian.
He coordinates all the SCLC branches.
Welcome. Nice to meet you.
Welcome, welcome.
This is Reverend James Bevel.
- How you doing, ma'am?
- I'm well. Thank you.
This here is James Orange.
Oh, this is a big one.
I don't know if I've got enough
to feed you.
Well, let's find out. How about that?
Hey!
Now, you got two of them
named James.
Oh, you can call me Jim, Sister.
And Orange is fine with me, ma'am.
Or Big Fellow!
All right. Well, this is fine with me.
Mrs. Jackson. Hosea Williams.
Or Castro!
Oh, yeah, that's a long story.
Those grits, they need some stirring.
Mind?
You put your foot in it now.
Ain't you supposed to be on a diet?
Somebody call Juanita.
- There's a phone!
- Hey, get off that phone.
Juanita?
Don't do it, Doc. Don't do it...
Turning in, Doc. You okay?
Yes, sir. Good night to you.
I wanted to tell you that
the students are in town.
Local students?
Oh, no.
The Student Non-Violent
Coordinating Committee.
Okay. Our young friends at SNCC.
Good to know.
You the one told them to organize.
Took it to heart.
Don't be surprised
if they don't give us grief tomorrow.
Town folk may be happy to see us.
But SNCC?
They feel we're in their territory.
They're young and full of spirit.
Not a bad thing.
It'll sort out.
Good night.
Good night.
"Boycotting the buses in Montgomery.
"Segregation in Birmingham."
Boycotting the buses in Montgomery.
Segregation in Birmingham.
Now? Voting in Selma.
One struggle ends just to go
right to the next and the next.
If you think of it that way,
it's a hard road.
But I don't think of it that way.
I think of these efforts as one effort.
And that one effort is for our life.
Our life as a community.
Our life as a nation.
For our lives.
We can do this.
We must do this!
We see children
become victims of one
of the most vicious crimes
ever perpetrated against humanity
within the walls of their own church!
They are sainted now.
They are the sainted ones
in this quest for freedom.
And they speak to us still.
They say to us, to all of us,
all colors and creeds,
that we must do this.
They say to us that it is unacceptable
for more than 50% of Selma to be Negro
and yet less than 2% of Negroes here
being able to vote
and determine their own destiny
as human beings.
They say to us that
the local white leadership
use their power to
keep us away from the ballot box
and keep us voiceless.
As long as I am unable to exercise
my constitutional right to vote,
I do not have command of my own life.
I cannot determine my own destiny
for it is determined for me
by people who would rather
see me suffer than succeed.
Those that have gone before us say,
"No more!"
No more! No more!
No more!
That means protest, that means march,
that means disturb the peace,
that means jail,
that means risk! And that is hard!
We will not wait any longer.
Give us the vote!
That's right! No more!
We're not asking. We're demanding.
Give us the vote!
Give us the vote!
Dr. King.
Roy Reed of The New York Times.
Yes. Hello to you. How are you?
I'm well, sir. Thank you for asking.
Dr. King, are you truly non-violent
if you are provoking violence, sir?
We are here,
using our very bodies in protest
- to say to those who deny us...
- Dr. King. Dr. King.
Pleasure, sir.
...that we will no longer let them
use their billy clubs
in dark corners and halls of power.
We make them do it
in the glaring light of day, Mr. Reed.
Is SNCC standing with us
on this or not, gentlemen?
You want us to bring our people in,
but you're not giving anything in return.
Now we are asking
for some kind of commitment here.
Respectfully speaking, of course,
we've been handling
the voter registration
in this town now for two years.
Well, you haven't gotten very far,
have you?
Well, maybe not, Reverend.
But we're still here.
Meaning what?
This time next month, you won't be!
- That's insanity!
- Just like you left Albany.
Those people are pathetic
down there now.
Like they daddy left home!
What we're trying
to explain is that in Albany you all...
You know what I think?
Maybe we should just leave Selma...
Now! Leave it to these two.
Come back in another two years
and see how much further you got!
- Sounds just fine to me.
- That's enough.
Enough of this now.
I haven't the time for this.
None of us got the time for this.
John.
James.
The way our organization works
is straightforward.
We negotiate. We demonstrate.
We resist.
And on our best days, our adversary
helps the matter by making a mistake.
Now, we were in Albany for nine months
and we made a lot of mistakes.
But their sheriff, Laurie Pritchett,
he never made a mistake.
Kept his cool,
kept arresting us in a humane way,
carried people to
the jail-wagons on stretchers.
Day in, day out.
There was no drama.
You mean there was no cameras.
Exactly.
Now I know, we all understand,
that you young people
believe in working
in the community long-term.
Doing the good work
to raise black consciousness.
It's good grassroots work.
I can't tell you
how much we admire that.
But what we do
is negotiate,
demonstrate,
resist.
And a big part of that
is raising white consciousness.
And in particular the consciousness
of whichever white man
happens to be sitting
in the Oval Office.
Right now, Johnson has other fish to fry
and he'll ignore us if he can.
The only way to stop him doing that
is by being on the front page
of the national press every morning
and by being on the TV news
every night.
And that requires
drama.
Now...
John.
James.
Answer me one question.
I've been told the sheriff in this town
isn't like Laurie Pritchett in Albany.
He's a big ignorant bully
like Bull Connor in Birmingham.
Well, you tell me. You know Selma.
You know Sheriff Jim Clark.
Is he Laurie Pritchett?
Or is he Bull Connor?
He's Bull Connor.
- Bingo!
- Good.
That's good.
But it gets better.
See, Clark doesn't control the streets
like Connor did in Birmingham.
Clark's the County Sheriff,
and all he controls in Selma
is the County Courthouse.
So relatively speaking,
we have clear avenues of approach
to a defined battle zone.
In the courthouse
sits the heart of the matter,
the voter registration office.
Now this is
an exceptional circumstance.
See, in Albany, there were
no clearly defined battle zones.
The issue was segregation,
and segregation was everywhere.
In Selma, we can concentrate
our actions on one building.
A citadel, defended by fanatics.
The Selma Courthouse.
A perfect stage.
Y'all deliberately
causing an obstruction!
You don't disperse,
you're gonna be arrested.
I promise you!
Sheriff Clark,
we're trying to gain access
to the registration office.
Which is our legal right.
There's too many of you.
And you know damn well there is!
Now, y'all just gonna have
to wait at the rear!
No, Sheriff Clark.
We're going in the front
and we're gonna wait right here.
Segregation is now illegal
in this country, sir.
Get out, nigger.
- Come on.
- I'm trying.
Kneel down, Daddy.
Come on.
Keep this sidewalk clear. Clear a path!
Get out of the way! Get out of the way!
Get the hell out of the way!
Keep the sidewalk clear!
I said keep it clear!
Okay. We about to sit him down.
He can't sit.
Then he needs to learn.
- He gonna sit.
- Sit down, God damn it!
Hey, hey! Pa? Pa?
Daddy.
I just told you he can't sit.
What do we got here?
What's going on here, boy?
What we got here? What we got here?
- Jimmie! Sit down!
- No, Mama, I'm sick of this.
- Jimmie!
- Don't do it.
Do you have a problem, boy?
I'm sick of this! I just told you...
What'd you think, boy?
What'd you think?
What the fuck are you thinking?
Get that nigger woman!
Kill that nigger bitch!
Get your hands off of me!
We will not tolerate
a bunch of nigra agitators
attempting to orchestrate
a disturbance in this state.
Not as long as I'm governor.
Now, I stand here today
in the cradle of the Confederacy
to remind its people
of our Founding Fathers'
goals of duty.
Goals long since forgotten
by progressives and liberals
in favor of what they call
a changing world.
They seek to make us one mongrel unit.
Instead of allowing each race to flourish
from its separate racial station
as has been the standard
for generations now.
Good morning, Mr. President.
Their changing world
is sickening the balance
of the Southland.
Now...
I pledged to stand up
for Alabama when I campaigned
and the people elected me
on that pledge,
and that is exactly what I intend to do.
Johnson'll flinch.
I'm tired, Ralphy.
Tiring of this.
Eyes on the prize, Martin.
Yeah, but what is the prize, friend?
We fight to have a seat
at whatever table we want.
How does it help a black man
to be able to eat at a lunch counter
if he doesn't earn enough
to buy the burger?
Or worse yet, can't even...
Can't even read the menu
'cause there was no Negro school
where he's from.
What is that?
That equality?
Amen.
And what about in our minds?
Equality in the black psyche.
Look at these men.
Beaten and broken down
for generations.
Deciding to demand more?
What happens when a man stands up
and says enough is enough?
Look at Medgar.
Murdered the man in his own driveway.
Kids and wife right there
inside the house.
George and Herbert Lee, Lamar Smith.
A man stands up,
only to be struck down.
And what happens to the people he led?
What are we doing, Ralphy?
We take it piece by piece.
Like we been doing.
We build the path as we can.
Rock by rock.
This cell is probably bugged.
It probably is.
Oh, Lord.
They're gonna ruin me
so they can ruin this movement.
They are.
"Look at the birds of the air,
"that they do not sow, nor reap,
nor gather into barns,
"and yet your Heavenly Father
doth feed them.
"Are you not worth
much more than they?
"And who of you by being worried
"can add a single hour to his life?"
Matthew 6, verse 27.
All right.
Yes, sir.
What? Where did you hear that?
I overheard them talking
about him coming in this evening.
Overheard us?
I'm learning about this just like you.
We didn't do this.
That Negro can't be talking about that
"by any means necessary" madness
with these people.
They about to bust as it is.
He's on his way here, right?
So we gotta figure this out.
Right and fast.
He ain't on his way. He here.
Holy shit.
Are you all right?
I wish I had more time to prepare is all.
I want to do this kind of thing
whenever possible.
But I don't get to do it enough
to feel entirely comfortable.
I prefer to be prepared.
Yes, I understand that.
I admire you. I do.
Sometimes I wish
I were more out there in the trenches.
You do more than you know, Mrs. King.
I'll tell you what I know to be true.
It helps me in times
when I'm feeling unsure.
If you'd like.
Please do, Mrs. Boynton.
I know that we are descendants
of a mighty people,
who gave civilization to the world.
People who survived
the hulls of slave ships
across vast oceans.
People who innovate
and create and love
despite pressures
and tortures unimaginable.
They are in our bloodstream.
Pumping our hearts every second.
They've prepared you.
You are already prepared.
Mrs. King, I mean no disrespect.
I come with great respect
for your husband.
I have no army behind me anymore.
I have myself and the truth.
That is all I stand on today.
You've said disrespectful things
in the past, Minister.
So you'll understand
why there is some alarm here tonight.
I do. I understand that.
Your husband and I,
we do not see exactly eye-to-eye
on how to achieve progress
for the black man.
And yes, I have been piercing
in my critiques of non-violence.
But because we don't agree, Mrs. King,
does not mean that I'm the enemy.
What do you intend to say
to these people then, sir?
A lot of work has been done here,
and I don't intend to
see it undone tonight.
Let's just say,
my eyes see in a new way.
But your local sheriff here?
He doesn't know that.
So allow me to be the alternative
to your husband.
The alternative that
scares them so much
they turn to Dr. King in refuge.
Let my being here, Mrs. King,
represent the factions
that will come if they don't
give the good reverend
what he's asking for and soon.
Do you know what he has said
about us in the past, Coretta?
He called us
"ignorant Negro preachers."
Called me a modern day Uncle Tom.
Said on national television
that the white man pays me
to keep Negroes defenseless.
The white man pays me!
How could you allow it?
It wasn't like that this time, Martin.
I'm telling you...
He spoke with some of the words
he's used before,
but it wasn't aimed at you.
It was...
It had more to do with helping us.
Not that you need his help.
I'm just telling you how it was.
This movement, our movement,
has been the one
that has moved the needle.
Our movement changes laws
and day-to-day life for our people.
But what has he changed?
Actually changed?
You don't sound like yourself.
You sound tired.
And you sound enamored.
I didn't mean that.
Corrie.
Coretta.
I didn't mean that.
I'm tired.
You're right.
Rest then.
Rest tonight, Martin.
This is not what I want to hear.
How in Christ's sake does
Malcolm X slip into my state,
meet with the wife of the other one,
and give an actual speech
to these nigras
who are already riled up enough?
I mean, how does that happen,
Colonel Lingo?
Governor...
Is every spook militant in existence
gonna pay us a visit?
Do you know what this means?
Johnson is going to get jumpy.
King and X together is sending him
through the cotton-pickin' stratosphere.
And pictures of nigras
getting beat in the street
- doesn't help the matter.
- Governor...
Now I can't make a move
against that backwoods,
white trash Sheriff Clark
'cause that'll be seen
as I'm helping King.
But somebody got to
get Jim Clark under control.
Election year is coming up
and this black voting business
won't abide.
I mean, what's not clear about that?
Look, George, I'm telling you,
if the Lord Jesus and Elvis Presley
come visiting and they said,
"Jim, now, we need you to
treat them niggers nice."
Jim Clark would beat the shit
out of the pair of them,
then throw them in jail.
Jesus H. Christ.
Jim's a good old boy,
he's a friend of mine.
Jim Clark just ain't that scary.
Now he's playing into their hands.
Now...
If you want fear,
you need dominance in Selma.
Hoover picked up some intel
about a night march.
Wasn't announced.
It's some locals outside of King's group.
Unofficial, they called it.
Supposed to happen tomorrow night
once King leaves jail.
Going to some bleeding heart fundraiser
in California.
So...
King's out of town.
Fewer cameras.
And at night.
Find a reason to send us in there.
Let's scare some real sense
into them black bastards.
Y'all move back.
Move back now. Get back.
Go back to your homes now.
Stop! Leave him be!
Mama, come on!
Mama, come on!
We gotta keep moving. Come on.
This way, this way.
Leave him alone.
It's all right.
It's gonna be all right. Okay?
Act like you're...
Act like you're reading your menu.
Okay?
It's okay.
Pops...
It's all right, Mama. It's gonna be cool.
It's okay, it's okay.
Hey! Hey...
No, get off of him! Just get off of him!
Get off of him! No!
No! Get off of him!
Stop it! No, no, no!
Stop it!
Help me.
Help me.
Jimmie.
Jimmie. Jimmie. Jimmie.
Help me.
Sir?
Dr. King.
There are no words to soothe you,
Mr. Lee.
There are no words.
But I can tell you one thing for certain.
God was the first to cry.
Yes.
He was the first to cry for your boy.
Yes. I believe that.
Is your daughter...
Is Jimmie Lee's mother here, Mr. Lee?
No, she... She couldn't make it.
May I ask your age, sir?
Well, I... I got 82 years.
Right.
Yeah. Jimmie...
He born in '38.
He a Army man.
I mean, he was... Was an Army man.
In the Army a spell.
He say, "Pa, you gonna vote
before you done."
That's what he said.
He tell me.
- He was a good boy.
- Yes.
Always good.
Always good.
Jimmie gone.
I'm so sorry.
Yeah.
Who murdered Jimmie Lee Jackson?
Who murdered Jimmie Lee Jackson?
We know a state trooper
acting under the orders
of George Wallace
pointed the gun and pulled the trigger.
But how many other fingers
were on that trigger?
Who murdered Jimmie Lee Jackson?
Every white lawman
who abuses the law to terrorize.
Every white politician
who feeds on prejudice and hatred.
Every white preacher
who preaches the Bible
and stays silent
before his white congregation.
Who murdered Jimmie Lee Jackson?
Every Negro man and woman
who stands by without joining this fight
as their brothers and sisters
are humiliated,
brutalized, and ripped from this earth!
When I heard
President Kennedy
had been shot and killed...
And when I heard just yesterday
that Malcolm X,
who stood in this very church
just three weeks ago,
had been shot and killed,
I turned to my wife Coretta
and said the same thing I often say
when one of our leaders is struck down,
"Our lives are not fully lived
"if we're not willing to die
for those we love
"and for what we believe."
But today, Jimmie,
we're doing the living
and you've done the dying, dear brother.
We will not let your sacrifice
pass in vain, dear brother.
We will not let it go!
We will finish what you were after!
We will get what you were denied!
We will vote and we will
put these men out of office!
We will take their power!
We will win
what you were slaughtered for!
Yeah!
We're going back to Washington.
We're going to demand
to see the President.
And I'm gonna tell him
that Jimmie was murdered
by an administration
that spends millions of dollars every day
to sacrifice life
in the name of liberty in Vietnam,
yet lacks the moral will
and the moral courage
to defend the lives
of its own people here in America!
We will not let it go!
And if he does not act, we will act.
We will act!
We will do it for all of our lost ones.
All of those, like Jimmie Lee Jackson,
who have gone too soon, taken by hate!
Let me hear the top-tier issues
that have to be evident
in the overall legislation we demand.
Let's break it down.
But let's root this discussion
in what we know.
We know Johnson
can't see the full picture.
So, let's paint it for him.
What are the specific hardships
and humiliations
we can address
within the larger context of legislation?
Doc, we gotta start
with banning these laws that
if a Negro tries to register,
I mean, actually musters up the courage
to go in that courthouse,
that their name and address
is published in the paper.
It gives anybody who wants
to do them any harm
their exact location,
and we know how the Klan is.
I hear that. But the poll taxes
got to be our focus first.
'Cause black people are poor!
Black people are poor down here.
- Yep.
- And they expected to pay for every year
they weren't legally registered
before they can register.
Now, what the hell is that?
Who got that kind of money?
Come on now! Listen now!
The big issue is voting vouchers.
Is that the number one issue?
Now hold on. Let me finish.
'Cause everybody'll forget
about this part.
But if you're Negro,
the only way you can vote
is if an approved registered
voter vouches for you.
Right? So, let's say, you take
some place like Lowndes County,
where there are no Negroes
who are registered
and you've got to have
someone who is registered
to vouch for you.
What are you supposed to do?
Nobody you know,
not a single black person
for 100 miles is registered.
So how do you get the voucher, right?
To get you into the courthouse door
to pay the poll tax
to get your name published
and get yourself dead.
That's true.
We need a new plan!
I can't take him back to Washington
and waltz into the White House
with a list of empty demands.
Tactics, my friends!
We must break down this institution
into the tangible tactics
that it takes to dismantle it.
What's your next move?
A march from Selma to Montgomery
to protest and amplify.
Well, I'll be damned.
This was always part of the plan,
wasn't it?
Provoke some tragedy
in little old Selma, then go big.
Get someone killed
and march on the State Capitol!
Selma to Montgomery's
gotta be 50 miles!
You march those people
into rural Alabama unprotected,
it's gonna be open season.
It's too damn far
and too damn dangerous!
Then propose new legislation, sir.
I can't do that this year. I won't!
I told you.
We need your involvement here,
Mr. President.
We deserve your help
as citizens of this country.
Citizens under attack.
Now, you listen to me. You listen to me.
You're an activist. I'm a politician.
You got one big issue.
I got a hundred and one.
Now, you demanding more
and putting me on the spot
with this visit, that's okay.
That's your job. That's what you do.
But I am sick and tired
of you demanding and telling me
what I can and what I can't do.
If you want my support
on this voting thing,
I need some quid pro quo from you.
What do you want, Mr. President?
We have a line on some threats that are
particularly troubling.
Well, what's new?
No, no. This is serious.
Credible threats with detail.
This information,
coming from the FBI, I assume?
High-level?
The same high-level
that's been tracking us like animals?
Bugging our homes
and our hotel rooms.
Digging for things that
simply are not there, Lee?
This all feels very convenient.
Okay.
This is coming
from Lowndes County, Alabama.
Between Selma and Montgomery.
I'm telling you, if he were my guy,
I'd keep him off the frontlines.
Just for a while.
Not gonna happen, Lee.
Meet me halfway on this, Martin.
I can't, Mr. President.
Can't or won't?
I came here hoping
to talk to you about people.
People are dying in the street for this.
It cannot wait, sir.
Mr. President, how did it go?
What can I do to help?
Get me J. Edgar Hoover.
King,
you know you are a complete fraud
and a liability to all nigras.
Like all frauds, your end is approaching.
You are done.
Your degrees and your fancy awards
will not save you.
The American public will
soon know you for what you are,
an evil, abnormal beast.
That wasn't me.
That isn't me, Corrie.
I know.
I know what you sound like.
I've gotten used to a lot.
All the hours
wondering after your safety,
worried about how you are.
This house.
Renting here.
No foundation.
Without the things
the children should have,
all because of how it would look.
I have gotten used to it,
for better or worse.
But what I have never gotten used to
is the death.
The constant closeness of death.
It's become like a thick fog to me.
I can't see life sometimes
because of the fog of death
constantly hanging over.
People actually say that
they will stop the blood
running through the hearts
of our children.
That's what they said on the other end
of that phone line.
How they're going to kill my children.
And what they'll do to you
and how they'll do it.
How many years
have I had to listen to this?
The filth,
deranged and twisted
and just ignorant enough to be serious.
If I ask you something,
will you answer me with the truth?
Yes.
Good, because I am not a fool.
Do you love me?
Yes, I love you, Coretta.
Do you love any of the others?
No.
I need to put the march back a day.
Why?
I have to be home right now.
Yes. Okay. I understand.
But I have to tell you
the organization looks good.
Real good.
The mood is strong.
And the locals are prepared.
The SNCC kids are ready to go.
We can start it off from Selma,
and you can join in on the second day.
I just think it'd be a mistake
to hold people back
when their blood is up.
I hear you,
but we need to be out there full throttle.
This ain't a test run.
We need to get to Montgomery.
I warned Johnson that
we were going to the Capitol.
We need to do just that.
And I believe we will. We'll get there.
And when we do the real deal,
the finale,
when you make the big speech
at the end,
right on Wallace's doorstep.
I don't know, Andy.
It'll be just fine.
We'll get it started strong.
And you'll finish strong.
Okay. Let's proceed.
But only one of us walks to start.
I don't want to get back on Monday
and find all our leadership in jail.
One of us walks.
Understood.
There will be no march
from Selma to Montgomery.
It is not conducive to traffic flow
on Route 80.
Or to public safety.
Your lives could be in danger,
but we're going to be strong
if we stick together.
Don't fight back.
It's a non-violent movement.
Non-violence is not passive.
It's actually very strong.
We shouldn't do this, John.
This is not us. This is not SNCC.
It's some bullshit.
It's gonna do more for King
and the SCLC than for Selma.
This is Alabama.
They can keep their asses
in Washington, D.C.
You don't tell us how to live our lives.
This is an example of what
you might deal with out there.
What you might experience.
Here we go. Let's show them.
We don't want your kind here.
Go to the bottom of the river, black boy.
We're going to put you down
in Alabama River!
He's not even here.
How's it gonna do more for him?
Well, why ain't he here, then, man?
Are you listening to yourself?
First, it's gonna do more for him.
Now, it's why he ain't here?
Do you want him here,
or do you not want him here?
Honestly, I don't give a rat's ass
about that man. That's your hero.
Let's take these bastards
and stick them down into Alabama River
and never see them again.
James, you are so off-base with this.
All this nonsense.
This ain't what SNCC is about.
Don't make me out to be
the bad guy here, John.
I'm not!
You're the one playing me small.
Don't demonize me...
You're mad because they called him in.
We were here first.
And they called him in.
I get it. I understand that.
But if we are really
and truly for the people,
and the people of Selma chose him,
well, then the people have spoken.
And if they want to march,
then I'm marching with them.
Then, brother,
you're marching as John Lewis.
Not as part of SNCC.
It's been voted on and decided.
For this march, you're on your own
with De Lawd and his disciples.
Short man wins. Short man wins.
Short man wins.
All right.
All right. Who got it?
It's on you, Hosea.
You ready, young blood? You ready?
- All right. Let's do this.
- All right.
About 525 Negroes
had left Brown's Chapel
and walked six blocks to cross
Pettus Bridge
and the Alabama River.
There were young and old,
and they carried
an assortment of packs,
bed rolls and lunch sacks.
The troopers were waiting
300 yards beyond the end of the bridge.
Behind the troopers
were dozens of possemen,
15 of them on horses,
and perhaps 100 white spectators.
Can you swim?
Not many swimming pools for black folk
where I come from.
Yeah.
Andy, it's Bayard. Everybody there?
Yes.
Turn on CBS right now, Andy.
Right now. You have a TV there?
- Yes. Now?
- Right now!
Turn on the television set.
We interrupt this program to bring you
a special bulletin from CBS News.
Give 'em two minutes. Stand right there.
We're ready.
This is an unlawful assembly.
You have two minutes to disperse.
Go home or go to your church.
This march will not continue.
Two minutes.
May I have a word with the Major?
There's no word to be had.
Major Cloud, may we speak with you?
Troopers, advance!
Seventy million people
are watching this.
The first 10 or 20 Negroes
were swept to the ground screaming,
arms and legs flying,
packs and bags went skittering
across the grassy divider.
Those still on their feet retreated.
A cheer went up
from the white spectators
lining the south side of the highway.
Come on. You gotta come on.
Please, don't...
The troopers continued pushing,
using both the force of their bodies
and the prodding of their nightsticks.
Suddenly, there was a sharp sound,
like a gunshot,
and a gray cloud spewed over
the troopers and the Negroes.
But before the cloud hid it all,
there were several seconds
of unobstructed view.
Fifteen or 20 nightsticks
could be seen through the gas,
flailing at the heads of the marchers.
The Negroes cried out
as they crowded together for protection,
and the whites on the sidelines
whooped and cheered.
From the hospital
came reports of victims
suffering fractures of ribs,
heads, arms and legs.
And Negro leader John Lewis,
despite injury from
a possible skull fracture,
led the marchers back to the chapel
after the encounter with officers.
Help!
Help!
He said,
"I don't see how President Johnson
"can send troops to Vietnam
"and can't send troops
to Selma, Alabama."
To which the Negroes present
roared their approval.
Gerry! Gerry, come with us!
Come with us!
We need your gun, man!
I can't walk!
Come with us. We know you got
them guns in the shed, Gerry.
Hey, hey, hey, what you need guns for?
The Bible says,
"An eye for an eye," Reverend.
- Yeah?
- I'm sick of this shit!
How many guns
you think they got down there?
That's an entire army down there.
What you got? A couple of .32s? A .38?
Maybe a couple of old scatterguns?
What?
I got enough to kill a couple
of them crackers, that's what I got!
And how many of us you think
they gonna kill in retaliation?
With their 12-gauge pump-actions,
their Colt automatics,
their Remingtons,
their helicopters, their tanks!
We won't win that way,
and I ain't talking about the Bible.
I ain't talking what's right by God.
I am talking facts. Cold, hard facts!
Now, you take two of them,
and they take 10 of us.
No. We have to win another way.
...to our regularly scheduled program.
We're going back to the bridge.
We're going to finish this,
we promise you that, Ms. Amelia.
We go again.
Dr. King! Can we get a statement, sir?
Dr. King! Morning, Doctor.
Can we get a statement, please?
- Morning.
- Morning.
While rageful violence continues
towards the unarmed people of Selma,
while they are assaulted with tear gas
and batons like an enemy in a war,
no citizen of this country
can call themselves blameless,
for we all bear a responsibility
for our fellow man.
I am appealing to
men and women of God
and goodwill everywhere,
white, black and otherwise.
If you believe all are created equal,
come to Selma.
Join us. Join our march
against injustice and inhumanity.
We need you to stand with us.
Judge Johnson, Dr. King's call-to-action
was nationally televised.
We've seen hundreds of people
travel across the country
to attend tomorrow's march,
mostly white,
mostly clergy of some kind.
The SCLC is seeking
a federal court order
enjoining the state authorities
from interfering with the next march.
You're asking me to overturn
the Governor's mandate
and to do so without a hearing,
but it's not going to happen at all
without a proper proceeding.
Dr. King is in position to
lead tomorrow's march, Judge.
Understood, but you will have
your day in court on Thursday, Mr. Gray.
Meanwhile, there will be
no march tomorrow.
I will not oppose Wallace
against protocol.
"Thousands head south
in moral crusade."
The SCLC already filed an appeal
against Wallace's orders this morning.
You want my advice, Mr. President?
You have to ask?
Give King the march to Montgomery.
Do that, and then Selma's over.
Then you're back in control.
In control of what?
Another civil war?
This ain't about the goddamn march.
You think he cares about the march?
He wants the law changed, now.
I've got Congress
calling me by the dozens.
I've got picketing that gets
bigger and bigger every day.
He tugs on their goddamn
white liberal conscience.
Every march pulls 'em.
Especially when people
are getting beat up in the streets.
These pictures are
going around the world, Lee.
I understand, Mr. President.
All the more reason to act now.
I'm gonna act now.
You tell Wallace
and those backwater hicks
I don't want to see any more
of this horseshit.
And you tell King he best not march,
you hear me?
Either King stops and Wallace stops,
or I'll stop 'em both.
I'm here on the President's order
to try and make this work.
Please work with me.
So we give up the march and you...
You give what?
We asked for federal protection.
And with no disrespect,
but when the Assistant Attorney General
is the highest-ranking
federal official in Selma,
we have our answer.
And it's not the one we want.
Might I suggest that
you speak with Governor Wallace
and Sheriff Clark
and urge them against violence
instead of trying to persuade us
not to have a peaceful protest?
Maybe we can make a deal.
What if I
could assure you that the administration
would endorse a later march
if tomorrow is called off?
You know what?
He's closer than you may think
to coming around on this issue.
I believe this compromise
might be agreeable.
Mr. Doar?
Thousands have gathered here
to demonstrate their dignity.
I don't want to
challenge Judge Johnson.
I don't want to go against the President.
I don't want any of this.
The President could stop this
with a stroke of his pen.
He chooses not to.
The decision is with your side, sir,
not ours.
Good to see you, Father.
Good to see you.
Thank you for coming.
Thank you for coming out.
Hello, sister.
Good to see you this afternoon.
You came.
You called and we came, my friend.
You are not alone, my friend.
Welcome, welcome.
- Hi, what's your name?
- Susan.
Hi, I'm Viola. Welcome to Selma.
- Yes, ma'am, I'm good. How are you?
- Fine, thank you.
What is your name
and where are you from, sir?
My name is James Reeb.
I've come from Boston.
Tell me, why have you traveled here,
Mr. Reeb?
I heard about the attack
of innocent people
who just want their rights,
and I couldn't just stand by
when Dr. King put out that call to clergy.
I couldn't.
The President doesn't
want us to march today.
The courts don't want us to march.
But we must march.
Yeah!
- We must stand up.
- Yeah!
We must make a massive
demonstration of our moral certainty.
I'm so glad we're here together today.
I thank you for standing up.
For we shall be victorious in our quest.
We shall cross the finish line
hand in hand.
For we shall overcome. All right.
Troopers, withdraw!
My point is,
after what happened the last time,
if it don't feel right, we don't do it.
That's my point.
We've been going round
and round on this for hours,
and nothing's gonna
change the fact that
it was Doc's decision
and we have to support him.
This is a movement of many, not of one.
So any choice we make
has to be right for many.
Come on, Diane. Now, you know
that's not what I meant by that, all right?
People are angry, Dr. King.
Angry. They went back to that bridge
because they were hot about Sunday.
That was our moment out there today.
And you threw it away.
They could've sealed off
the road behind us.
No food, water,
no kind of support allowed through.
We wouldn't have made 10 miles.
You saying this was a trap?
I don't know what it was.
That was no trap!
You know why they opened up
the road to us?
Because all them nice,
respectable white folks was with us,
and we should've capitalized on that.
Because they're not gonna be
around here for long. They never are!
It was Martin's call. It's done.
He made the wrong goddamn call!
Hey, watch your mouth, young man!
Two days ago,
you didn't wanna march at all.
And now you're mad because
it didn't go the way you planned?
Calm down, brother.
Now, what happened out there today?
You gotta tell us something. Please.
I'd rather people be upset and hate me
than be bleeding or dead.
My dearest Corrie,
at a time when I need you,
I cannot call you.
And I have done this to myself, to us.
At this late hour,
my thoughts are of you
and all you have sacrificed
for this struggle.
So many have sacrificed.
So many have been lost.
I wonder how many must we lose.
I pray for discernment and guidance
as we journey on.
I pray, too, that I can justify
the faith you once had in me.
I, too, often feel that
heavy fog you spoke of, Corrie.
Only you and our family clears the haze.
Love, Martin.
He betrayed trust.
He called, we came,
and he didn't fulfill his own call.
Yeah, but sometimes
it's not that clear-cut.
Sometimes it's instinctual.
Like when you're preaching,
and you're just flying.
You know, you're not on the notes.
You're not on memory.
You're tapped into what's higher,
what's true.
God is guiding you.
I've known that feeling.
It's rare, but I've known it.
I think that's what happened to Dr. King
up there on the bridge today.
He kneeled down,
prayed to God and got an answer.
And he was brave enough
to follow that answer,
and I, for one, don't fault him for it.
Except he owes me a bus ticket home.
You know what
I hate more than niggers?
What's that?
White niggers.
Look, we don't want trouble, okay?
No, you came here stirrin' trouble.
Doc,
someone's been hurt.
A priest, from Boston.
White.
Now you know what
being a nigger around here
feels like, boy.
Hurt? How?
Dead.
I need a phone!
Chicago, Detroit, Boston, I don't care.
Hell, you got 2,000 people
marching up in Harlem.
Well, good for you.
But when you have people
come inside the White House?
Inside the White House! On a tour?
They just sat down, Martin.
They sat down in the main corridor,
started singin' and shoutin'.
Well, I won't have it!
I cannot stop people from expressing...
You can! You can stop them.
No, you can stop it.
You, sir, can do more.
Now I'm glad to hear that you
called Reverend Reeb's widow, sir.
That is very fine, and it is right.
I only wish that
Jimmie Lee Jackson's family
would have received
the same consideration
from their President.
Don't you lay your guilt at my door.
You're the one choosing to send
people out to slaughter
when we told you there was trouble.
We won't sit idle
while you wait another year or two
to send this bill up at your leisure.
That should be clear by now.
We will continue to demonstrate
until you take action, sir.
And if our President
won't protect our rights,
we will take this fight to court.
You know, I'm... I'm trying here.
We're getting close
to figuring something out
on this voting thing,
but I will not have this!
This bill has been almost impossible
to craft, you hear me?
You think you're jugglin', Martin?
I'm jugglin', too.
I am a preacher from Atlanta.
You are the man
who won the presidency
of the world's most powerful nation
by the greatest landslide
in history four months ago.
And you are the man
dismantling your own legacy
with each passing day.
No one will remember
the Civil Rights Act.
But they will remember
the standoff in Selma
when you never even
set foot in this state.
They will remember you saying,
"Wait," and "I can't,"
unless you act, sir.
- Evenin'.
- Evenin'.
I wanted to speak privately.
I know there's been trouble
with the group,
and I apologize that our efforts
have caused a rift between y'all.
That's a painful thing, I know,
and I'm truly sorry it's happened.
Yeah, painful.
LBJ is not moving, John.
I thought he would,
but our efforts are not working,
and I can't risk another march
with people getting killed
when it's not working. I won't do it.
We need voting, not marching.
You know that.
We have to move beyond these protests
to some real political power.
This can't go on forever like this.
I can't go on like this.
When I was...
When I was working with SNCC
on the Freedom Rides,
the Montgomery bus
reached the city limits.
We got off. And out of nowhere,
from all directions, they came.
There was men, women.
Kids, too.
They had just about every makeshift
weapon you could think of.
I mean, bats, bricks,
tire irons, pipes.
I remember...
I remember this little girl
just clawing her nails
into the side of my friend Jessie's face
while her daddy...
Her daddy beat him with an ax handle.
Jessie was unconscious,
and they just kept beating on him
and beating on him.
I must've passed out
on the asphalt somewhere.
Next day, I found myself patched up
and sitting in a church.
I could barely hold my head up,
but I needed to be there.
You were gonna be speaking.
And I needed to hear you.
And I was feeling down,
but you got up there.
You remember that day at all?
I don't think we remember it
the same way.
What'd I say, John?
I'm about to tell you right now.
And I hope you hear me.
You said that we would triumph.
That we would triumph
because there could be no other way.
And you know what else you said?
You said,
"Fear not.
"We've come too far to turn back now."
I feel good about where we are.
We have a strong case.
- We can do this.
- Right.
Now, Ms. Cooper
and Ms. Boynton are here,
and they need to be ready.
A lot depends
on what they have to say. Okay?
I hear what you're saying, but...
You're here.
Yes, I'm here.
I'm glad.
Just in time.
In the matter of the Southern
Christian Leadership Conference
v. the state of Alabama,
I will now hear testimony
from the plaintiffs. Mr. Gray.
Your Honor, you will hear testimony
from the victims
who were beaten and bludgeoned
in their quest for freedom.
For their right to vote
and to self-determine.
The fact of the matter, Your Honor,
is that the incidents that occurred
cannot be disputed.
These particular circumstances
will paint a thorough picture
of the horrific events endured in Selma.
Very well, you may proceed.
Mr. King, you went out on that bridge
in direct violation of that judge's orders.
You deliberately disobeyed this judge
and the Governor, did you not?
Thousands of people came to Selma,
aroused by Sunday's brutal acts
exacted by officials of the city of Selma
and the state of Alabama.
I felt if I had not led the march,
pent-up emotions and inner tensions
would have led to an uncontrollable
retaliatory situation,
a violent situation on both sides.
I don't need any of your preaching
and prancing in here,
you hear? I want an answer.
- Objection.
- Watch it, counselor.
I'm trying very hard, Judge.
Try harder, counselor.
It seems basic to
our constitutional principles
that the extent of the right to assemble,
and demonstrate and march
along the highway in a peaceful manner
ought to be commensurate
with the enormity of the wrongs
that are being protested
and petitioned against.
In this case, the wrongs are enormous.
Therefore,
the extent of the right to demonstrate
in an estimated five-day march
from Selma to Montgomery
has been approved accordingly.
- Yes!
- Thank God!
There's no further business
with this court.
These proceedings are concluded,
with our thanks to the litigants.
Good day, gentlemen.
Yeah, that's right.
Well, now, we don't like
to have no mistakes, if you...
If you're sure about it.
Bayard says that Harry says
he can get Nina Simone,
Dick Gregory, Joan Baez,
Peter, Paul and Mary in.
Come on now.
We don't got money for that.
Well, Harry is chartering
a plane himself.
Day-O, day-O
Daylight come
and me wan' go home
President's angling for your blocking
of the march to be overturned.
Unfortunately, all my maneuvers
have been put on hold
while the matter's being adjudicated.
Governor, you wanted to talk.
Well, Mr. President...
Malcontents are disrupting Alabama,
and it's your responsibility to stop them.
They're protesting about the right to vote
and the way they're treated in your state.
So that's your problem,
your responsibility,
and it's on your watch.
Mr. President, I disagree.
We have a certain way things are done.
It's the way it is.
And it's the way
the people want it to stay.
George, why are you doing this?
Your whole career
has been working for the poor.
Why are you off on this black thing?
Well, 'cause you can't ever satisfy them.
First, it's the front seat of the bus.
Next, it's take over the parks,
then it's the public schools,
then it's voting, then it's jobs,
then it's distribution of wealth
without work.
George, you seen
all those demonstrators
out front of the White House
keeping my Lady Bird awake
the whole damn night?
Oh, yes, Mr. President. I saw them.
Well, let's go out there, you and I,
and announce that you've decided to
let the blacks vote undeterred,
and this whole mess will go away.
And I don't have to draft bills
or force the issue.
Now, why don't we do that, George?
Why don't you just let the niggers vote?
You agree they got the right to vote,
don't you?
There's no quarrel with that.
I know that. That's the law.
Then why don't you just let 'em vote?
I don't have that power.
It belongs to the county registrars.
Now, don't shit me
about who runs Alabama.
I don't have any legal power
over the county registrars,
Mr. President.
They have their regulations
and they adhere.
Are you trying to shit me,
George Wallace?
Are you trying
to fuck over your President?
Mr. President...
We shouldn't even
be thinking about 1965.
We should be thinking about 1985.
You and I'll be
both dead and gone by then.
In 1985, what do you want looking back?
You want people
remembering you sayin',
"Wait," or "I can't," or, "It's too hard"?
I don't right care what they think,
and you shouldn't neither.
Well...
I'll be damned if I'm gonna let history
put me in the same place
as the likes of you.
I speak tonight for the dignity of man
and the destiny of democracy.
At times, history and fate
meet at a single time in a single place.
So it was last week in Selma, Alabama.
There, long suffering men and women
peacefully protested the denial
of their rights as Americans.
Rarely in any time
does an issue lay bare the secret heart
of America itself.
The issue for equal rights
for the American Negro
is that issue.
For this issue,
many of them were brutally assaulted.
There is no Negro problem.
There is no Southern problem.
There is only an American problem.
The Constitution says that
no person shall be kept from voting
because of his race or color.
To correct the denial
of this fundamental right,
this Wednesday,
I will send to Congress a law
designed to eliminate
these illegal barriers.
The bill will strike down
voting restrictions in all elections,
federal, state and local.
And we shall do this.
We shall overcome.
We believe we can cover you
through Lowndes County,
but once we add the final day's march
through Montgomery,
and you're passing through
all those tall buildings and whatnot,
coverage becomes challenging.
So please consider
driving in on the final leg.
And please consider nixing
the speech at the Capitol.
Well, if Wallace will see us
when we arrive,
there'll be no need for a speech.
Can you arrange that?
I can't hide.
We can't hide. You understand.
I don't want to see this go wrong for you.
Don't you want
to protect yourself, Doctor?
Let me try to do that.
You know, I know you want to live to see
the fruits of all this work. I know you do.
I'm just asking you to allow us
to help you do that.
I'm no different than anybody else.
I want to live long and be happy.
But I'll not be focusing
on what I want today.
I'm focused on what God wants.
We're here for a reason,
through many, many storms.
But, today, the sun is shining,
and I'm about to stand in its warmth
alongside a lot of freedom-loving people
who worked hard to get us here.
I may not be with them
for all the sunny days to come,
but as long as there
is light ahead for them,
it's worth it to me.
Thank you, John.
We heard them say
we'd never make it here.
We heard them say they'd stop us,
if it was the last thing they did.
We heard them say
we don't deserve to be here.
But today, we stand as Americans.
We are here,
and we ain't gonna let nobody
turn us around.
This mighty march,
which will be counted
as one of the greatest
demonstrations of protest and progress,
ends here in the Capitol of Alabama
for a vital purpose.
We have not fought only
for the right to sit where we please
and go to school where we please.
We do not only strive here today
to vote as we please.
But with our commitment,
we give birth each day to a new energy
that is stronger than
our strongest opposition.
And we embrace
this new energy so boldly,
embody it so fervently,
that its reflection illuminates
a great darkness.
Our society has distorted who we are.
From slavery to the Reconstruction
to the precipice at which we now stand,
we have seen powerful
white men rule the world
while offering poor white men
a vicious lie as placation.
And when the poor white man's children
wail with a hunger
that cannot be satisfied,
he feeds them that same vicious lie.
A lie whispering to them
that regardless of their lot in life,
they can at least be triumphant
in the knowledge
that their whiteness makes
them superior to blackness.
But we know the truth.
We know the truth, and we will
go forward to that truth, to freedom.
We will not be stopped.
We will march for our rights.
We will march to demand
treatment as full citizens.
We will march until the viciousness
and the darkness
gives way to the light of righteousness.
No man, no myth,
no malaise will stop this movement.
We forbid it.
For we know that it is this darkness
that murders the best in us
and the best of us.
Whether Jimmie Lee Jackson
or James Reeb,
or four blameless little girls
struck down
before they had even begun.
You may ask, when will we
be free of this darkness?
I say to you today,
my brothers and sisters,
despite the pain, despite the tears,
our freedom will soon be upon us.
For "truth crushed to earth
will rise again."
When will we be free?
Soon, and very soon.
Because you shall reap what you sow.
When will we be free?
Soon, and very soon.
Because no lie can live forever.
When will we be free?
Soon, and very soon
because "Mine eyes have seen
"the glory of the coming of the Lord.
"He is trampling out the vintage
"where the grapes of wrath are stored.
"He hath loosed the fateful lightning
"of his terrible swift sword.
"His truth is marching on.
"Glory! Hallelujah!
"His truth is marching on."