Denise Lewis Quotes

a tragic roster of activists and innocents had died for the crime of being black or supporting blacks in their state. There was Willie Edwards Jr., the truck driver forced off a bridge to his death by four Klansmen in Montgomery. There was William Lewis Moore, the man from Baltimore shot and killed in Attalla while trying to walk a letter denouncing segregation 385 miles to the governor of Mississippi. There were four young girls, Addie Mae Collins, Denise McNair, Carole Robertson, and Cynthia Wesley, killed by the bombing of the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church in Birmingham. There was thirteen-year-old Virgil Lamar Ware, shot to death on the handlebars of his brother’s bicycle in the same city. There was Jimmie Lee Jackson, beaten and shot by state troopers in Marion while he tried to protect his mother and grandfather during a protest. There was the Reverend James Reeb, the Unitarian minister beaten to death in Selma. There was Viola Gregg Liuzzo, shot by Klansmen while trying to ferry marchers between Selma and Montgomery. There was Willie Brewster, shot to death while walking home in Anniston. There was Jonathan Myrick Daniels, a seminarian registering black voters who was arrested for participating in a protest and then shot by a deputy sheriff in Hayneville. There was Samuel Leamon Younge Jr., murdered by a gas station owner after arguing about segregated restrooms.

smiled, and Melody knew she was impressed. Val pointed at a small window that looked down on the room. “What’s that?” she asked. “Who’s up there?” “That’s the control room,” he said. “Those are the sound engineers, and they hear everything.” Dwayne got up and crossed the room, motioning Melody to follow. “See these X’s back here on the floor? This is where you’ll stand. This microphone will be yours. Phil and Artie will be over here. I’ll be at the piano.” “How come Melody’s so far from the piano?” Lila asked suspiciously. Dwayne smiled. “Those folks who work up in that control room know their business. Trust me, you’ll hear Dee-Dee. And us and the instruments, too. It’s what they call mixing the sound.” Just then, Artie and Phil came into the studio. Phil stopped and said hello to Lila. Then he turned to Dwayne. “I know we only planned for lil sis to do backup, but how about if the others hang out with us and dance? That will give us a great vibe.” Sharon’s and Val’s eyes grew wide. Lila smiled.

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