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Maxine Gordon Williams's avatar

Thank you. We lost my 17 year old stepson 6 weeks ago in accidental drowning. This is so needed. I plan to donate. 💔

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On a pilgrimage across the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma, Alabama I experienced a moment of transformation. The bridge spans the Alabama River, which was full of water that March day as it was on March 7, 1965, remembered as "Bloody Sunday", when civil rights marchers were brutally beaten by police. Standing on that bridge, over that murky river, I recalled the story that Congressmember John Lewis told about crossing the bridge during the Selma to Montgomery civil rights march. Hosea Williams, another organizer, looked over the bridge

and asked Lewis, “John, can you swim?” At that moment I fully understood one tiny part

of the legacy of slavery in the lives of human beings. Enslaved people were not allowed to swim, and were encouraged to fear drowning, because going into a river is an excellent strategy for evading bloodhounds searching for a so-called runaway. One of the many manifestations of Jim Crow was the closure of public swimming pools so that black and white people did not share the same water. The starvation of public services, including parks, pools, and swimming lessons in schools, means that generations of African-Americans never learned to swim. In the middle of the Edmund Pettus Bridge, I thought about my childhood spent on swim teams at Jewish Community Centers, YMCAs, Elks Clubs, and city pools. Making sure everyone can learn to swim: that is one tiny, almost trivial way, barely discernable, that we can begin to repair the generational scourge of slavery. Thank you for introducing me to this opportunity to make a small contribution toward reparations for America's great sin.

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