His Truth is Marching On
Today our nation pauses for the 50th Bridge Crossing Jubilee to reflect on Bloody Sunday, March 7, 1965. Growing up, when my dad (Dr. Harold Carter, Sr.) would take our family south to visit his parents and relatives in Selma, we would hear about the Edmund Pettus Bridge. I will admit that as a child by the time we got to the bridge the only thing I wanted to do was get out of the car. Whatever the method of travel, getting to Selma from Baltimore took way too long. As a result, it would be some time before I could absorb the significance of the bridge and the history of Selma.
My dad is not on this side of glory for the 50th Bridge Crossing Jubilee, but if you look at the upper left corner, right above Rev. Jesse Jackson's shoulder, you will see his smiling face happy to be at the 35th Bridge Crossing Jubilee on March 5, 2000. He was witnessing a day he could only imagine as a boy growing up in Selma.